<?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-24330457</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:16:09.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-693811498527776797</id><published>2008-04-19T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:22:19.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whoa im damn tired! haha. i think i shall try to squeeze in an entry at least every week. yep.&lt;br /&gt;ooohh!!the muttons from 98.7FM came to our sch on wed! laughed like shit can? and was screaming my head off. after that, my throat felt a little sore, but wth, it was all worth it! (: n i love that nokia bus!! except that it got quite hot when it started to get crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for fantasia- chij sch band concert. on the train a lot of construction workers and some chinese people were starring at me. like wth. met up with twin, shanthini and shari at tp, the cabbed down. costs 4 plus even though cjc is sooo near.  hahaha.  it was damn nice luhh!!i loved the percussions!! dman nice!!hahahah. omg i think they should have a seperate concert for them! really gets the crowd moving!!   lourdemary n nurrini said i looked hott. yay me!   i gave flowers to monica, jovita, stef, amanda, tsiyinn,... yep. ahha. i think i only went hm at 11 plus after supper with twin, shanthini, shannen and her friend. yep. slept at 12 plus and woke up at 6 today to go for that cramping as many people into the truck as possible for cca points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-4631369182689428311</id><published>2008-04-14T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:11:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just looking at the previous posts last year. wow. i was really excited abt bball then. i cant explain the drastic change in me towards basketball. i mean, i still like it.. but.. it all seems sooo wrong. i really wish we could vote for capt. and vice for next year.its definitely time for a change. maybe that'll stop all the issues going on in the team. we really have to start lovin it agn like how enthu we were abt it for the past two years. now thats gonna be hard :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway-ed at shanthini's hse today with regina. supposed to be studying but guess what happened/.? we started taking videos and singing and all. like wth. haha. her room is a really good environment to study in, without the laptop being in it. haha. oooo i saw a really cute guy yesterday at pastamania! omgosh he's such a good waiter. he smiles at everyone he serves, unlike the others. whenever he looks at me from across the room, i pretend to look the other way. well, what can i say? hottness! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-4631369182689428311?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4631369182689428311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=4631369182689428311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; so i thought i could live without a blog. guess i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yesterday was 2.4km run. timing sucked. well, wats new? excluding trainings, i havent been working out. after that left for macs for branch with jac to meet twin n shanthini. then jac had to leave so me, twin and shanthini went to hdb hub, slacked, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she1 started doing it, offered she2 one and she said that she cant do it in front of me. she gave me that pleading look, holding it, waiting for me to say go ahead. but how could i? we had been quite good friends for years. i couldnt let her do it. n i couldnt judge her either; couldnt tell her  what to do. she had to make the choice. she1 took pity on her and gave her 1 puff. all the while i just stared. anger had started to build up inside me, just waiting to explod, so i decided to distract myself n started scrowling down my contacts on my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they were done, we left. i still remain quiet. she2 kept asking me if i was angry over n over again. i tried to ignore her. how can u tell yr friend that u are angry in her face? i was afraid i was going to yell at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, i wasnt angry. i was pissed off! she made a promise that she would stop it abt a week ago, that she would quit, she swore. n she fucking lied! how the fuck can i trust her in this kinda stuff agn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i wanted to tell her smth, my eyes would start to tear up. i was abt to explode,literally n thats the only how, besides yelling my head of in her face. so i stopped myself n blinked back my tears. i think its like.. the second time in life that i got soo damn bloody pissed off  that my eyes started to water whenever i thought of it. she betrayed my effing trust! how could i ever trust her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i could stop her. but y didnt i? i could have prevented this from happening. but she had to make the choice on her own now, no one can do it for her anymore.  as for she2,  the friendship did not start as early as she1. i have  right to get mad at her, for giving it to her, or for even doing it. im not her gf, what right do i have in stopping her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, mom told me that my aunt isnt doing well in hospital. how was i suppose to deal with that all in  one day? gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met lourdemary n nurrini at inter. i told them abt that 1 puff, hoping that they would drive in the message. if that didnt, i dont know who else to turn to. they had been on it till we reached she1's hse. they dropped the topic cause her mom was at home. we hung out in her room and i acted as if i was ok with her alr. i pretended. if i was, i wouldnt be blogging abt this now. i really hope she'd stop it. i dont want her to ruin her future, nor my twin. really. when they look back in time n regret ever starting it, i would do the same for i did not stop them both from doing it, but just stared! wat kind of friend am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8688675615403163199?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8688675615403163199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8688675615403163199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8688675615403163199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8688675615403163199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-thought-i-could-live-without-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-8610358686450561628</id><published>2007-07-16T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:02:13.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLOSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;might be only temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8610358686450561628?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8610358686450561628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8610358686450561628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8610358686450561628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8610358686450561628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/closed-might-be-only-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-7684333950526297168</id><published>2007-07-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:09:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sis told me she has the same set of blue jersey as me. ans her white jersey is with orange!! nottt faiirrr!! i want orange!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with my mom and sis at vivo. .as usual i din get anything for myself cause i can just steal them from my sis hahahaha.. she has good taste in clothes!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of blogging. i think i shall do it once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;id rather you not do that for me cause it makes me feel much worse then i already am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-7684333950526297168?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7684333950526297168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=7684333950526297168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7684333950526297168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7684333950526297168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sis-told-me-she-has-same-set-of-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-16332309857338588</id><published>2007-06-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:28:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love cip. at least that part when all 9 or 11 of us finished packing 2000 goodie bags.. ahahaha.. playing 5 star is fun!! hehe priya lost. n i was next to loosing.. ahaha cause i wasnt paying attention.. omg!! i love triple s and freaky nutz!! the dance groups are damn freakin nice luhh!!fire works were nice too..heh! the dance groups were nicer! food sucked!! i love lightsticks!! im sick of goodie bags like the one i had to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! we finally got our new set of jerseys today!!! except the blue one is UGLY!! the white is sooo much nicer!! if only we got pointer instead of converse.. itll be sooo much better please. now mine is over-sized for me ahahah.. wow. im actually excited for thursday's match. well, i guess ill have to have more confidence.. i used to go in for layup and all last year until i charged rite at the defender did i loose my confidence..coach was damn angry with a certain someone. ok. too much info. i shall end off here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-16332309857338588?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/16332309857338588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=16332309857338588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/16332309857338588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/16332309857338588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-cip.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-431752215414903556</id><published>2007-06-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:13:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>their attitude sucks.calling themselves 'mummy.mei mei and dear' is digusting. they're damn bloody vulgar.refferee says faul without blowing the whistle.omg i hate them soo sooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-431752215414903556?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/431752215414903556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=431752215414903556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/431752215414903556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/431752215414903556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/their-attitude-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-9159733971100577333</id><published>2007-06-17T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:06:15.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to malaysia,klang from 14th to 16th june.. so yea, i missed the match against naval base sec. but!!! i heard it rained after the first round! hahahaa. i cant wait for another friendly on monday!!hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KLANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stayed in a somewhat kampong hse luhh. had to sleep like sardines on the floor.. at least to make up for that we did shopping!! haahahaa. i got a new bag, cap and 3 pairs of shoes!! which me and my sis are sharing.. and and!! a spongebob cusion thing!! yay. im happy!!when we were coming back to spore, let me tell u wat we ate.. durian, guava, goreng pisang? peanuts, milo, biscuits,pineapple.. ahahaha i feel fat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least i did a 2 km walk there to cover up not playing match on friday since i was in klang.. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MATCH TMR!!!CANT WAIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-9159733971100577333?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9159733971100577333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=9159733971100577333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/9159733971100577333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/9159733971100577333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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so we had been using a 14-inch tv. damn freakin tiny lah!!now finally its been replaced with a slightly bigger LCD? tv.yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakira's kitten is soooo cute!! it likes to lick people's fingers! mega adorable please.i mean.. have u seen any other cat doing that?watching its mother play/fight with it is soooo cute too!! haha. cats are cute. i like cats.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us got into sch team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain:tai zi&lt;br /&gt;vice:priya, deborah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;members:&lt;br /&gt;tai zi, deborah,priya,alyssa,ji yeon,lynnette,carin,anna,eliza,valerie,serene,justina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the movie dirty dancing:havana nights or something like that.. soooooo niceeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-446442514531418577?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-9208209011140027618</id><published>2007-05-12T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:58:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you ever come across wanting to be there? instead of being here? u feel its rite to be here but its even better there. u cant seem to leave here but u really want to be there. its the rite choice to stay where u are but is it wrong to go or even reach there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i tired myself too much yesterday. none of my shots were going in today luh. i hope my shots will improve and be as good as yesterday ): at least theres sunday to rest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers day tmr. well. my mom greatly hinted that she wanted more shorts so yea, i got it for her. and i made stars and hearts and put it in a tiny bottle for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you sailed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing's quite the same now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just say your name now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're only the best I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't want me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're just the best I've ever had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you stole my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I'm just a phony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remembering the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leaves me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Send it in a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make yourself feel better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're only the best I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't want me backY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou're just the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may take some time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patch me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I can't take it so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Run away and hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I may find in time that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were always right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're always right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you sailed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could it be I'm haunted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best I ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-2176346743933785400</id><published>2007-05-10T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:02:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it. i need start running before training starts. training should be starting soon since exams are over right? (:  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha is scared of her own baby since its been growing up with shakira. so funnaye luh. it just ran away from it. its like a furry ball now.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch spiderman 3!! everyone said its nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love this song-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That don't bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I'm doin' It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Still Harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's what I was trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooohhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-2176346743933785400?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2176346743933785400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=2176346743933785400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/2176346743933785400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/2176346743933785400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-6117540186963243028</id><published>2007-04-15T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:40:50.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.so i havent benn blogging for a long while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on sat after the wedding was the dinner.nth much.food was good.danced-if u count moving from side to side cause it was damn freakin cramped lah.many drunk people.yep.i love my cousins gown.damn nice lah.oh!and there was this little boy pulling my other cousin everywhere and my cousin was damn freaked lah. he din wanna let her hand go and started crying.haha so funnaye.when we were leaving there was a huge fight at the back of the place;the kind u c on indian movies;the push, fight,kick,strangle, blah blah.and all of em' were fighting about different things.and like...all of them who started the fight were drunk? tennagers got involved,then their parents, then friends and relatives. all my aunties in saries were dragging them back lah damn cool.me, my sisters and my kapo cousins were watching.yep.left arn 1. heard from my aunt the next day that the fight carried on and the police came at 230 and they were in their best behavior but the fight started at 3.30  again.yep. my auntie stayed until 530 to make sure there were no more fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time keeping on wednesday was boring.i was reading my harry potter book while waiting for time to pass. there was this girl who read damn  freakin loydly so i stopped reading and whenever she came across the word 'heart' she would draw it out with her fingers. damn funnaye lah. then she asked me if she should do that during the oral.haha i couldnt stop laughing lah and after that she started reading to me. loked at the picture. 'this picture shows a ...ermm...erm...' then when she finally started say ing about the people i started laughing again.'this girl looks very pleased.the girl beside her also looks very pleased.okay practically everyone here is pleased.' omg damn funnaye  lah.then she asked my wat to say.and i just started blankly back at her.haha sooooooo funnaye. me n val couldnt staop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ij fiesta- my face was painted n i looked like a clown. i was helping to scare people under the table along with anna carin and later shar.yep. first i was screaming at them then i got bored and just started at them and if they scream, i scream back at them.yep. most of them din notice me in the dark. amazingly this girl saw me. and i was fiddling with my torch, trying to on it.she came damn freaking close to my face lah.and so i started to move back, still trying to on the stupud torch. and when i finally on it she started at me and screamed. haha damn funnaye. and when the torch finally died, we used light sticks. yep. and there was this girl trying to find an opening in the garbage bag and i screamed at her. she din hear cause practically everyone was screaming in the room. and when she finally looked at me with my lightstick-lit up face she screamed and slapped me. and i was like FUCK! then she was like' sorry i smacked yr face.' and im like.. ' i noe!'. aiyo. my back started to hurt cause we were bending down while sitting under the tables. then we were damn hungry so we started eating potato chips under the table.haha. i got bored and started rubbing and peeling the paint of my face.yep.after sch ended all the bballers went to kfc for lunch.tai zi was seducing chow lah damn funnaye.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 yesterday. i think i just got an A.lousy timing please. yep. then i went to play bball at west cc.and  whenever pf shot she would jump back and one leg would fly up.and there was this guy who din dare guard and when he finally guarded and when pf shot, her leg flew up.and guess what?she kicked him there. haha ang her was holding his penis and running round the court.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall end of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-6117540186963243028?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-6073355019684525862</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:34:08.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sunday was april's fools.well smth really weird happened.. my hp battery was damn freakin low and so i put the charging wire in..the 'charging' sign did not appear so i re-plugged it in..and iut said 'battery full' and the battery shot up to full battery.twice.sooo freaky!!but once i told deb it stopped happening.damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my cousin's wedding.coincidently her name was priya.whahahahahahahaha. me, my sisters, aunties and uncles were on stage.. me and my older sister were bad examples and were smsing people.yep.well.you cant blame me. i was damn freakin bored and my legs were tired from standing in heels.there was noisy wedding music.and deb called me when i was on stage.how the hell was i suppose to answer it i dunt noe. so i rejected her call.haha sorry deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the dinner.yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna blog maybe at least once a week or maybe twice. i have no time to blog.exam's coming :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-6073355019684525862?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6073355019684525862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=6073355019684525862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/6073355019684525862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/6073355019684525862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-sunday-was-aprils-fools.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-8389027141620370695</id><published>2007-04-01T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:07:28.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on saturday there was a tamil camp on traditional games. well it sucked a lot. all u heard was tamil;tamil everywhere, from music to people.torture.and the guys there are sooo annoying please.they were throwing things at me and priya cause priya was considerate enough to ask the guy not to shuffle his feet in the sand cause sand was going to the people who were sleeping.yep.some ofm y friends went around asking guys for their numbers.disgusting please.sooo direct."HI!CAN I HAVE YOUR NUMBER?"sooo embarrassing please.we left a preety bad impression on ij.we left hating them and them hating us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, shanthini, jacqueline, sara and nithiya went to macs aftre it ended. we talked at the top of our voices.i bet the other side of macs could hear each and every word. i almost choked to death laughing. jacqueline said that some guy was like WHATS-UP.and her reply was SHUT-UP.say it out. it sounds damn funnaye.at least the way she said it it was funnaye.hahaand because of that i listened to music cause they got into the details of really disgusting topics like people not shaving their umpits and their shirt too thinh that can c their *******. damn gross lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the camp i noe why i hate hanging out with ****** people.ty****l ones especially.not all though,only some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8389027141620370695?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8389027141620370695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8389027141620370695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8389027141620370695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8389027141620370695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-saturday-there-was-tamil-camp-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-6368288238967239675</id><published>2007-03-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:36:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was a friendly on wednesday against tkgs.although we won, i think all of us have the same feeling i do.to me it feels as if we lost the match.i dunt noe why.is it cause we din play our best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with the bballers after the match really cheered me up (: dessert!!  we talked abt stuff..a whole bunch of stuff that made me laugh sooo hard, i was the last to finish my dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch on thursday had some tamil typing shit course thing. do yall noe how hard is it to sit in 1 place and type tamil for 3 freakin hours? im not known to sit still doing something i dont like for even an hour. aiyo.. torture. at least i din go on wed cause i prefered going for the match.and those who went on wed had to type a compo without looking at the sheet of paper showing which letters to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today (:&lt;br /&gt;my feet hurts.court was wet and water got into my shoe and my socks were soaked.since it was in my shoe for like.. i dunno how many hours, my feel turned white cause tooo much water was temporarily absorbed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go back to eating my tuna sandwich.did i tell u how much i love tuna?!?!?!? n milo?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-6368288238967239675?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-639366863006076729</id><published>2007-03-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:05:22.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday shum,deborah,me and priya went to macs for breakfast before meeting at west cc to train.we grew sooo bored waiting for pf that we decided to play truth or dare.but aftre awhile it became dare or double dare cause me n deb kept choosing truth.damn it lah!!i chose dare!sooo stupid of me!!shum being soooo...aiyo... she took many packets of sugar,salt and coffee mix and mixed together and added water and asked me to drink all.how could anyone drink smth that looks ike puke?n im not emphasizing.it really does look like puke.so i asked her if i could just take a sip n thankfully she said okay.so after starring at it for a good 3 minutes, i did take a sip.it tastes sooo damn sick lor!it tastes of very salty liquid with extra extra salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr match against tkgs.WE WILL WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things i cant stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand people who cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand people who lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand people who says they will do smth but in the end wont do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand too many people telling me stuff to do at the exact same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand tamil music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand a lot more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-639366863006076729?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/639366863006076729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=639366863006076729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/639366863006076729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/639366863006076729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-shumdeborahme-and-priya-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-8610080256936829572</id><published>2007-03-24T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:03:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;What day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And in what month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This clock never seems so aliveI cant keep up and i cant back down ive been losing so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;With nothing to do nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And i dont know why i cant keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;What are the things that i want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Just arent coming out right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;You got my head spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I dont know where to go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;With nothing to do nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And i dont know why i cant keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Something about you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;You and me and all of the people With nothing to do nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;What day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And in what month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8610080256936829572?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8610080256936829572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8610080256936829572' title='0 Comments'/><link 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waiting for my cat to push i was stoning at my mom's glass with honey water.then i asked her how to make pan cakes and she was like plain flour...later can?i mean i actually asked her that while my cat was in labour.sooo random please.actually my mom brought her to the vet since she wasnt pushing  the second one out.yep.then me,deb,priya and shum and conference over the phone.well i din really pay much attention cause i was watching supernatural.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think supernatural is really stupid.this week's episode is abt a scarecrow with a hook killing people and last week's ghost was all grey and its eye balls were lob-sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw after supernatural finished and i barely started eating my tuna sandwich,my mom called asking me to ask my maid to check on shakira-the other pregnant cat.and so i did.a few seconds later my maid was like...ALYSSA!! ALYSSA!! ALYSSA!!and im like..WHAT!?!?!WHAT!?!?!WHAT!?!?!and she was like...*weird language*all i could make up was baby.yep.so i jumped and went to the room and my maid quickly took the baby with the umblical cord still connected.then after she panic me sooo much she ask me to tie the string on its cord.im like i dunno how to tie!!then she tied it.n i cut the thing.then she asked me to take the towel..like i knew where it was..so she handed me the baby and went to take the towel.then we hairdryer-ed it.while i was hairdryer-ing it,its mom came and took it from me and carried it back to the scartching post place where the cat naps..yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have 1 kitten from shakira and 2 from sasha.mega darma please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to play bball in the morning.everyone who came is damn retarded.otherwise i wouldnt have laughed so much. 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title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-7623187464145027412</id><published>2007-03-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:39:23.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;One my knees, I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'd give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'd give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;But you know, you know, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i cant believe i feel emotional over this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-7623187464145027412?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7623187464145027412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=7623187464145027412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7623187464145027412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8907432327806743470?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8907432327806743470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8907432327806743470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8907432327806743470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8907432327806743470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/step-one-you-say-we-need-to-talk-he.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-5376486798669026774</id><published>2007-03-23T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:41:18.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after sports day some of us last minute went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to west cc to so-called play bball but no one was dere so we couldnt.so shum tai shar went to sun-tan in the middle of the court.me n val decided not to but still went to the court n watched them  tan.then someone said sam pull up ur shirt so wont have tan lining.it was actually refering to the sleeve but both sam's lifted up the shirt.like omg.think both of em got a ear deaf.n even worse a guy walked passed.hahaha so funnaye.yall should have seen shum's reaction.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we split up.some of us went home some went back to sch to play bball.saw audrey in sch..i think audrey is quite good despite not playing the actual game of bball before including the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i cannot catch the bball when thrown to the left since my middle finger still hasnt recovered.rahhhhso thats how it slipped of my fingers during training. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As your lies crumble down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A new life she has found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-5376486798669026774?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5376486798669026774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=5376486798669026774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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during it.aiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;playes match during training.i cant believe i jhust let the bball slip off my fingers,yet again leting it push my alr injured middle finger.i couldnt do the pull-up thing in the gym i only hold the bar with two fingers and managed to pull myself up.yay me.i couldnt hold the dumb-bells too.my index n middle fingers were sticking out,not grabbing to the dumb-bell.and when people ask me y my index finger is sticking out when only my middle finger was injured,i simply say that its cause i cant only stick out my middle finger&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. (n swear to everyone in the room.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i made my middle finger worse cause i cant fully straighten it all the way and i cant bend it all the way down.damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;only 3 turned up for tamil today.the rest went for retreat.n my tamil teacher was biting her nails and spiting it out.once,spiting it in front of us.gross please.all of us were giving each other dirty looks.i mean if u wanna bite ur nails, bite it somewhere else can?and spit somewhere else too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damn.no one has started on art..the shoe shit.. n its due tmr.rite now im  waiting for the paint to dry.then im gonna stick the other stuff on..im soo gonna fail art this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;training's tmr!cant wait! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-4740087344411838256?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4740087344411838256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=4740087344411838256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4740087344411838256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4740087344411838256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-retreat.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-131847506319954012</id><published>2007-03-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:47:13.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for training an hour early.at 750 to be exact.got THE TALK from tai zi at 8.02.&lt;br /&gt;2 people were late.THE TALK went on for abt 20 mins to half an hour.like anyone will give their true opinions abt a person they dun like..i wont be surprised is tai zi turns out like chow.or worse):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i used my middle left finger for a lot of things.. until i twisted it today..damn pain lah.now im using 3 fingers to type.two from my rite hand and 1 from my left.im not sure how im gonna put hair pins on my hair without that finger. at the most ill have messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it radioblog.picked the rite time to be under maintenence.i cant listen to music again.cause smart me have the song here without u on my windows media player from deborah.damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the songs how to save a life and on the way down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&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/24330457-131847506319954012?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/131847506319954012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=131847506319954012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/131847506319954012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/131847506319954012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-for-training-hour-early.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-4013178412279135443</id><published>2007-03-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:20:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did science project in the morning at braddell court.played bball b4 and after the project.typical of me when u leave me at a court (: science project was ruined cause it started raining when i left and we have to re-do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 98.7!!yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chorus of on the way down is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick and tired of this world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no more air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tripping over myself, going nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting, suffocating, no direction &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a dive and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you, and you saved me from myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget the way you loved me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on the way down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost fell right through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held on to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been wondering why it's only me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you always been inside waiting to breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's alright, sunlight on my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wake up and yet, I'm alive 'cuz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to fade, I'm going under &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, the weight of the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like nothing, nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(down, down, down) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I wanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(down, down, down) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I needed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(down, down, down)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; You're all I wanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I needed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget the way you loved me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I wanted, all that I needed and now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-7521345387641674884</id><published>2007-03-12T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:04:45.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i supposedly had training today n my sis had lecture..so i had to miss training today. cause sasha had blood on her fur and u cant possibly ask my maid and my younger sister to bring sasha to the vet if there are any complications.im doing nothing at home.its a waste of time really.i should have gone to train!aiyo.now i missed training all because of some cat.damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to the song here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a melody I start but can't complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to the sound from deep within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its only beginning to find release&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will not be pushed aside and turned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not at home in my own home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've tried and tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say whats on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've made of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed the voice, you gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've gotta find my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have listened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was someone here inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone I thought had died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I'm screaming out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my dreams will be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will not be pushed Aside or turned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All 'cause you won't listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not at home in my own home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've tried and tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say whats on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've made of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed the voice, you gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've gotta find my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have listened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll be moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't, if you won't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to the song here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melody I start, but I will complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am done believing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know not what I am feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what you've made of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed the voice you think you gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I got to find my own - my own&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/24330457-7521345387641674884?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7521345387641674884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=7521345387641674884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7521345387641674884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7521345387641674884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-supposedly-had-training-today-n-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-1461316451029431037</id><published>2007-03-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:12:32.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let him win now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thought you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I don't want toI just gotta say it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Before I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm waiting here...been waiting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-1461316451029431037?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1461316451029431037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=1461316451029431037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/1461316451029431037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/1461316451029431037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-shouldnt-love-you-but-i-want-to-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-4815670363042494837</id><published>2007-03-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:03:25.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love desperate housewifes and prison break! at least ive got smth to look fwd to on mondays and thursdays nites.and tonite too!ugly betty!yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;training's tmr.cant wait.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep switching handphones cause my old hp has radio.sooo mah-fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my new earrings.too bad its too big for sch:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wats the use of sch breaks if its filled with hmk?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sasha is pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Konvict Konvict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Ohoohwooe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Ooohhwooe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel I'm hopin' and prayin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things between us gon' get better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Men steady comin' after you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Women steady comin' after me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tellin' you all those lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just to get on your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I held inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; But just know that I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To always apologize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To keep you satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We gon' fight Fight for our right to love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Cause I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Got every right to wanna leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Got every right to wanna go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Got every right to hit the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And never talk to me no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't even have to call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even check for me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because the way I been actin' lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Has been off the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Especially toward you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Puttin' girls before you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And they watchin' everything I been doin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just to hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Most of it just ain't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ain't true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And they won't show you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;How much of a queen you are to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And why I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Ooooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We gon' fight Fight for our right to love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it don't matter no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I got you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-4815670363042494837?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4815670363042494837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=4815670363042494837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4815670363042494837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4815670363042494837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-desperate-housewifes-and-prison.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-7301314659462913463</id><published>2007-03-08T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:50:48.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey why are you crying is everything okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And yes I've dreamt of you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(And I never wanna say goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn me for geting scolding from my mom for attending wednesday's training.like so wat if im sick? i wasnt pushing myself at any point so.. i walked during the match after training. its proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared my locker. the more bigger my bag gets, the more stuff i tend to put in it. so now my bag weighs a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading deborah's blog abt her cat made me realize how much i love my cats.it made me realize how much i miss shandy, my 1st cat. it passed on last year. er.. maybe the year b4 that im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i hate my sci project group. we're always arguing.me n priya against emily n tsi yinn. mostly miss-understandings.lame rite?i noe. if u were they i swear u would laugh till u drop.like me n priya were day-dreaming then came to our senses and asked emily wat we were doing since she told us that the project was changed. she din answer.she only said that since yall dun want to do with me then go do smth on yr own,since yall dun like my idea do the whole experimant by yrself. like wth.this happened when priya gave her crystalisation idea.emily came to a conclusion that nth she does is rite.she told me to join priya and do by ourselves. then me and priya asked tsi yinn wat we were doing. while she was telling us the experiment and we were writing the experiment down emily was like fine lah! do without me! leave me out! then she went to tell or should i say complain to miss syde n tsi yinn followed her.miss syde came to our table and we tried to explain wat happen then emily was like they want to leave me out!they dun like any of my ideas!she thinks the celery idea is &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;!(pointing a finger at priya) like priya ever did anything.priya only suggested the crystalisation idea.like wtf.miss syde told us to take it easy n we suprisingly spread out the work for the celery experiment.although i wont be surprised if we cant get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch break cant be considered a break.tooo much hmk;too little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till starts on monday.yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-7301314659462913463?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7301314659462913463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=7301314659462913463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7301314659462913463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7301314659462913463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/honey-why-are-you-calling-me-so-late.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-6122423890339301489</id><published>2007-03-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:23:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate hikes. but benjemin (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think its spelled wrongly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said our group was the best group he took. cause we never stopped for breaks and kept pushing on.(: after the hike i was sooo sick of staircases. the good thing was we were bitching abt this bimbo in 2/8. she kept omg-ing all the way as if only her shoes got mud since it just had to start raining at the beginning of the trip. i was sooo drenched cause smart me didnt bring a cap cause i thought i would have felt hotter with it if it  was sunny but didnt think of the rain.oh after awhile my group called our instructor bimbotic benjemin cause he was ew-ing all the way. oh we were talking abt my teacher weaing a full cup bra or something like that and my insrtuctor was like realli?!?!?! sooo funny please. he said now tat he knew he would take extra notice to tat or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH! WE SAW A MONKEY PEE!! WHAHAHAHHA SOOO FUNNY!!! IT WAS A MALE MONKEY!! WHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at first everyone was like look! the monkey is pee-ing! im like really? then i looked on the floor below the monkey which was not wet so i was thought its pee-ing meh? then when i looked back up slowly i saw this thin line of pee horizontal from its erm.. u noe where.. and the horizontal line went quite a distance before droping vertically. soooo funny please. told my mom abt this then she told me that guys have the same concept. n i was like i din noe that. then she told me to use my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice once i get angry its hard for me to not be angry. so i was damn freakin angry on my bday. love the presents though. my mom gave me a game n a bball. my older sis got me a adidas bag which im using for sch now. my younger sis gave me a pen with a ..erm.. leopard head stuck to the pen. i gave it back to her being nice since i noe i wont use that kind of shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained with medicine balls yesterday during training. damn freakin heavy lah! but after that when we carried the bball felt like 5 to 9 grams?!?! damn light lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play bball in the morning at west cc. noticed that there is a sign outside the cc stating that ij tp sec has booked the court on certain days and certain times. plaed ball with a back ace caused by the medicine balls. oh and this girl there asked me if i was alvina's sister. i swear she's like the 100th person who asked me that. im like yes. then she's like u both look sooo alike. like shit. even people i dunno noe that im her sis. pf told me she was the last time captain or something like that or some senior before my sis batch that year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally sick. sore throat and flu and cough. started off with a sorethroat thanks to my maid who put sooo much chilli on the fish. i think my voice is weird now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-6122423890339301489?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6122423890339301489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=6122423890339301489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/6122423890339301489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/6122423890339301489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-hikes.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-1618370430223029635</id><published>2007-02-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:18:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training was damn tiring! trusting only 3 people were on time to train at 3!! layups for warmup. 10 rite side n 10 left side. continuesly. cause there was no queue to line up behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love pearl harbour!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think josh hartnett is hott!! shhhhh!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ended at the fighting part today.cant wait to c wat happens in the end. i missed the last part last yr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who goes back to sch on a saturday? damn it science lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love american idol n the dance floor.yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-1618370430223029635?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1618370430223029635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=1618370430223029635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/1618370430223029635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/1618370430223029635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/training-was-damn-tiring-trusting-only.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-7616625557594401241</id><published>2007-02-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:46:38.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister might have evolved into an alien. she now listens to tamil music, after one day camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;its our fault.i noe it. its because of us u became like that, u did that. because of us, u found bad company n now ur in deep shit. i dont want u to go, really.its not ur fault.its theirs n ours. well, partially ur fault speaking the truth. y the hell did u have to go n find that kind of trouble? y the f*** did u have to get influenced by them? i thought u knew wat was rite from wrong. c'mon. im sure u know better than to get urself into this kind of trouble. seriously. i just hope  u can step out of ur childish ways and c wat u have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how mrs yousuff is a teacher. she doesnt even touch the text book.im sure im gonna fail history at this rate.all she does is read wateva's on the slide show with no explanation. if u count repeating it over n over agn as the explanation part then there isnt any explanation.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i did not wanna c ur tears. stop feeling guilty.its not ur fault.u did the right thing, dun worry. im telling u, u will feel much more guilty if u didnt do wat u did. so cheer up yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-7616625557594401241?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7616625557594401241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=7616625557594401241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7616625557594401241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/7616625557594401241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sister-might-have-evolved-into-alien.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-2212651560768591708</id><published>2007-02-19T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:59:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love two week's notice.yes! today there is the hot chick!! n all those new year specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oink! oink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching airbud now. i think golden retrievers are cute.(ps.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i noe i spelt it wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!friday's a holiday!! something to look fwd to. although.. if it was on a thursday it would have been sooo much better please. then i get to miss 3 whole periods of DnT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!! there is training on wednesday!! like finally!! there is training rite? haha. a week of no trainings is absolutely not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! im almost done with hmk! i can finally sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-2212651560768591708?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2212651560768591708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=2212651560768591708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/2212651560768591708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/2212651560768591708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-two-weeks-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-4836783511026635321</id><published>2007-02-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:37:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love lollipops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-green apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-chocolate n vanilla thing. mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love eating ferrero rocher layer after layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i love caramel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love icecream-the one in my fridge now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i love chips-calbee hot n spicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love honey stars n cocoa balls n frosties n ,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love tiwan/tiwanese sausage(wateva its called)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i love cheese fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all fatty food. i bet i put on at least 10kg from starting of this year till now.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh!!i need to loose all the flabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was chinese new year celebrations. green hse got second.yay.&lt;br /&gt;whahahaha chow was escorting ms teo n some other gal down the asile.damn funny lah. i mean the height.tall-short-tall.i bet it was all because of ms teo that they got forth place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that when all the other levels left they asked sec twos to stay behind for BRIEFING. then they asked &lt;strong&gt;2/1&lt;/strong&gt; stand up n move to class...&lt;strong&gt;2/2&lt;/strong&gt; stand up n file back to class... &lt;strong&gt;2/3&lt;/strong&gt; stand up n file back to class... rest of yall remain seated. place ur bag in front of u n hands on ur lap. form techers are going to do a spot check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf! y the heck must they stop at two four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought it was spotcheck for handphone. my bag was damn messy. so miss ng din c my phone. i was damn relieved. got up n went outside the hall to find out that they were looking for some1s wallet with a lot of money inside it or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my messy bag. even i couldnt c my phone till everything was taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class 4 spring cleaning. then went to buy drinks for class partaye then went back to sch cause i smartly left my slippers in my shoe shoe bag in my locker. then went to venetia's hse for the gathering thing. left at twelve for bishan to meet justina pf shar shum tai zi,... took neoprints  n followed them while they did their new year shopping. then went back to tp west cc n played bball like till 7? yep. then orelia's  dad was nice enough to send me to braddell mrt n from dere i went hme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up n 9 with sam shum's call. she was waiting all alone for tai zi n alex. so i enetertained her for a bit n went back to bed till 1230. had lunch then did hmk till now. all i left with to do is tamil. anyone got the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-4836783511026635321?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4836783511026635321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=4836783511026635321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4836783511026635321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/4836783511026635321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-lollipops.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-8065028573224730755</id><published>2007-02-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:41:40.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant blog abt it since she might read my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching seniors match against scgs took the bus. shar's itchy fingers lifted up the container of the hammer shit thing to break the glass. cant blame her. it was like sticking out. and anna's itchier fingers touched the hammer n  it fell out. still sttached but where it was suppose to me so there was those loud emergency beep sounds.. damn funnaye lah. after that the bus driver asked tha guy at te back to close the emergency door. whahahahhaha when it was the hammer which triggered the siren/ beep sound thing. damn loud lah! after that the bus driver went upstairs to check n shar put back the hammer n the siren thing stopped. omg seriously damn funnaye lah! LMAO!! shhhhh hope we dun get the people misbehaving on the bus thing like a few other gals got. hope no one saw what happened n complained to the sch,than we all die lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg victoria's secret fasion show is on tv!! i shall make it a short post for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8065028573224730755?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8065028573224730755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8065028573224730755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8065028573224730755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8065028573224730755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-8185089724411763950</id><published>2007-02-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:27:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn i need to buy straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;everyones sooo rite abt you.you are what they say.u are much worse i must say.superb childish please.u think that u are in the spotlite.that everyone thinks u are okay. but infact, they think not. u are just some irritating selfish git who argues a lot for some childish reason. im sure everyone will agree. so wat if u are the one who got  the item? u dont have to do it first rite?u dont have to get wat u want always rite? im sure people just put up with u for duno wat reason.maybe its cause u are the freaking reason. but not me. no, i wont do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i i totally screwed up sci prac.wont be surprised if i fail.i totally forgot to watch the other testube. wrote some shit answer down.which is infact wrong.die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go 4 morning run tmr. who wanna run say aye.AYE!  but i have to finish my stinking hmk first. argh.damn it i need to buy a new pair of sch shoes. mine is full of holes.i was soo lazy to go play bball yesterday since i wasnt going to sch n all so waste my time of going alll the way to tp trusting i stay at cck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get going with my tl compo.damn i hate tl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-8185089724411763950?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8185089724411763950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=8185089724411763950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8185089724411763950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/8185089724411763950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-i-need-to-buy-straws.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-117094761018938914</id><published>2007-02-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:13:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alyssa was smart enough to whole her shoe bag in front of her on wednesday morning, walking to the mrt station. and because of that, she walked into a cockraoah n it started following her.she only knew that when her sister shouted COCKROACH!!  luckily her shoe bag was blocking her view or else she would have ran forward and tumbled down the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. argh i should not lend stuff to other people unless they RETURNED IT TO ME N NOT LEAVE IT AT HOME WHEN I NEED IT!! i still have not gotten back my math ws from serene and because of that, i cant do my hmk. she happily left it at home when i needed it. argh. looks like im not gonna do morning run tmr but stay in class n complete my math hmk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the name for our new edition to the family ( not anymore siblings. its colourful)has not been settled. its either gonna be sexy, sassy or spanky. maybe fudgie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai zi is damn funnaye please!! whahahahahaha n retarded!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study 4 science prac. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-117094761018938914?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117094761018938914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=117094761018938914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117094761018938914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117094761018938914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/alyssa-was-smart-enough-to-whole-her.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-117075750582663787</id><published>2007-02-06T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:25:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my knees hurt.thighs hurt. butt hurts.all thanks to mondays training. the bend low but knee cannot touch the ground thing. argh tmr first period is pe. n i cant run! wth. after sch training! die die die .. i wanna train but not do pe. i shall just try an cope with both eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fudgie wagie is damn cute! i entered the room and it came out to me n purred n sat on my lap!!! cuteeee please!!!! so adorable lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. my radioblog account isnt working. how the heck does anyone manage to use the com without music?!?!?! my head is gonna burst soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some teacher's husband died. think he drowned or something. hope he rests in peace. its on the new paper n the straits times. im tooo lazy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn freaking tired. maybe i should go nap. hope my legs get better when i wake up. if only i had some magic powder shit thing u c on tv to make it go away..i dun even walk straight now. i limp. n my thigh which aches was from friday n became worse after monday's training. argh i hate my life. y is every1's dying?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-117075750582663787?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117075750582663787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=117075750582663787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117075750582663787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117075750582663787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-knees-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-117058111592761976</id><published>2007-02-04T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:25:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i wanna cry!!i just found out that i almost lost a close friend.she almost jumped. as in literally jump all thanks to an assholic bastard.(dun worry not her bf).. n some other idiot. thank goodness she din.sooooo drmatic i noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got another cat. so cute lah itll come n sit with u or on ur lap if it wants attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the song it ends tonite is stuck in my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it ends tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They strangle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can’t explain myself at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And all that wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And all that needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;All I don’t want to need at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;my minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A weight is liftedon this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;least I fall alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your finding things that you didn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I look at you with such disdain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I’m on my own side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s better than being on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s my fault when your blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now you’re the first to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just helped reyna make a volcano outa clay. it looks lobsided.well at least it isnt mine. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-117058111592761976?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117058111592761976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=117058111592761976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117058111592761976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117058111592761976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-117050284572576440</id><published>2007-02-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:40:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm. update agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was blind to knock into a pole thing. soooo blind!!the basketball hoop thing. that pole!! lucky no one saw.so pai seh. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im getting fatter by the day. all the eat n sleep im doing. again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. im still on time on hmk. no more copying in the morning... yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calyssa's birthday was on 28 january! mines on 28 february! my twin!!! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye barney.goodye happy.hello shakira. i miss my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! all because i left my geog file in my locker along with 3/4 of the class, in groups had to sing a stupid song about world force n the government n blah blah. the freakin lyrics is stuck in  my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirty little secret- geog style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a smaller work force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smaller number of people in the work force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would decrease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the work force will also age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;id give u my dirty little secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less revenew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the government to collect the taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to collect the taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from the working population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it would decrease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a smaller defence force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smaller number of people in the defence force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......................(i forgot)..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in needs of elderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in healthcare n housing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;must be met..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha retarded. the rest went in the tune of u raise me up, shout to the heart and it ends tonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seriously retarded lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;deborah!!i do not look like alvina!! im sooo tanned lah! and my eyes are smaller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i noticed something when i went to play bball.. both samantha's ( tai n shum) are excellent sreamers n like to flirt with guys. most people who have their ser name as lee are tall like.. LEE puifoong, deborahLEE, kimberlyLEE.  i wanna be taller!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today i spent the whole day eating,watching tv n doing hmk.yes. doing hmk. i finished math, half of tamil, geog n im going to do english soon i think.stupid cat pee'ed on the printer. now i cannot print my drama work on augusto boal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think im going crazy. im starting to watch pokemon. n other werid cartoons.i watch the cartoons on sunday mornings..shhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;something bad happened during EP. n we got 'the talk' from miss ng during english the next day. the whole period. now we got to make our class be whole without loose strings. aiyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i should go bathe now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-117050284572576440?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/117050284572576440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=117050284572576440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117050284572576440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/117050284572576440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116929288850113056</id><published>2007-01-20T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:34:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick update-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.bloody computer keeps restarting over n over again cause got virus. so im using a laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;o0o i love training! hate the juniors..shoooshhhh!!yay i feel old-er!! hehe. so few turned turned up lah! our batch was e best mann!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was match. played badly i must say.i let the bball slip off my hands! twice!! argh!!! but i thing we improved since the last scgs match. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg alvina just told me that reyna just shaved off half her eyebrow! like omg!! sooo funnaye! she's in her room now.. crying.. hAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went to the 'sinseh' with alvina to do our knees. haha. got the 'r u twins' sentence agn.  i was sitting between 2 people who had acupuncture thing on their arms n  legs.. ewww. they were 'ow-ing' all the way when it was being removed lah!!OWWWW!!!  now i got a bandaged knee.AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO WATCH A TIME FOR DANCING NOW.. yay tmr got the dance floor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116929288850113056?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116929288850113056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116929288850113056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116929288850113056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116929288850113056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/quick-update-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116844435003718249</id><published>2007-01-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:55:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>orientation today was tiring!! argh. my knee hurts from the falling/dropping down thing. i pasted the white plaster thing on it. hope it gets better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today after sooo long!! kinda missed training a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i just completed my tl hmk! i suck at tamil i tell u. i had ta translate from english to tamil using a dictionary abt mother teresa. took abt 2 1/2 hours? im slow yes i am. hehe i snacked in between so wat can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! yay i grew taller! now im 157cm!! yay! i love pe! and.. put on fats since last year. at least im not 50 kg.. yet.. i was 51kg in the beginning of e year last year in fact! then i lost weight cause i only ate 1 cup noodles thing evryday 4 abt 2 - 4 weeks.. and i was 47.5 after losing weight. now i gained. all my hard work.. actually i wasnt hunrgy all the time cause when i was sick i did not eat much n i was sooo used to the sick daily meal that i adapted it. hahahaha. yay. im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant upload e pics on friendster. tooo big.neh 1 wana help me make em' smaller?haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116844435003718249?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116844435003718249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116844435003718249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116844435003718249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116844435003718249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-today-was-tiring-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116817005664848338</id><published>2007-01-07T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:40:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was chaos.running up n down to get ready 4 the n by n family photo thing. from acessories to outfits to shoes.. hehe. n by n was today. 3 outfits!! damn tird lah! n hungry! we were there abt 1015? and left at abt 4? hehe first time there was sooo much makeup on my face. n disgusting lip stick. i think the last time i put lip stick was when me n alvina were younger n always play with my mom's lip stick. hahahahhaha. n nail polish. i love my hairstyles!! yay! hehe i face was turning numb from smiling. i have ta work on smiling though. everytime sooo wide n make my face tense. aiyo. i wore a dress!! suprising rite? hahahahaha. took some shots with my cats! hehe soooo cute!! only three cats though.sasha was stunned. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/x/blogger/1683/2517/320/513714/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me n alvina..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;c, we dun look alike. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1683/2517/320/414595/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me, mom, alvina n reyna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1683/2517/320/575823/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me n alvina..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aiya im lazy to upload. c the rest on friendster. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116817005664848338?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116817005664848338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116817005664848338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116817005664848338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116817005664848338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-chaos.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116805002396372615</id><published>2007-01-06T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:20:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sec 1s had their orientation thing yesterday with loads of dirty games..at the end they were covered in coffee, flour n water, and a whole lota stuff and sooo stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the bball orientation practice yesterday.i was stupid enough to bring a shirt when i dun need it but smart enough to not to bring it when i needed it,like yesterday the orientation thing. me pf n shar did  not bring i tink. shar tucked her pinafore in her shorts, pf folded it upwards and put her belt to secure it.. she looked like some kongfu fighter..whahahha.i tucked out the pinafore outside the belt so it looked as if i was damn fat,wearing a mini skirt. hehe. after the practice, was going back to the corridor which leads to the gallery steps n we were like...'WHAAAA SOOOO SMELLY!!!'  sec1's had assembled in the gallery steps n they were damn smelly i tell u. we rushed to get our bags,avoiding being touched by them and put it in the corridor then went to play match. we were asked to stop cause the psl's needed to clean up the place. so we went to the pri sch to play netball basketball. hehehehe damn fun!! then me serene pf n shar went to macs n sat down.. shar started watching tazan on pf's er.. i pod i tink.. i watched a bit with her then rmbered it was kinda sad cause tazan's parents will die so i din wanna watch neh more. then me serene n pf got bored so we started making straw hearts. then er left cause it was o630 alr.. oni spent half an hour there..hehe fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bed soooo early yesterday!arn 10 plus n i woke up at 9. amazing. the earliest i woke up on my own in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah lee has officially gone weirder than she was. im sure valerie would agree.hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116805002396372615?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116805002396372615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116805002396372615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116805002396372615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116805002396372615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/sec-1s-had-their-orientation-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116790525477664509</id><published>2007-01-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:07:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn pissed today.first my younger sister. she alr noes her bag cannot stand up n yet she keeps picking it up n letting it go.. damn frwaking noisy lah!then some people who says im mean to her cause i show her black face n all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lessons were killin me. didnt understand half the things my tamil teacher was saying.but her jokes damn funnaye lah. she cant proper english though. like 4 example. long= lah-ng n oral=ah-ral. whahahaha was lughing my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then after sch played match. most of my shots din go in lor n keeps ending  up in the opponents hands. like @#%%&amp;!!! then i get hit on the forehead thanks to an idiot. then after that went to j8 to buy my mom's birthday cake. the met val at tp to take passport size photo then went back to bishan n took a cab home n poof im here. haha. mom just came home. rushed to take the cake outa the fridge n put it under my study table. hope i rmb abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAMN IT!all off a sudden im angry at everyone. rahhhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116790525477664509?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116790525477664509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116790525477664509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116790525477664509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116790525477664509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-pissed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116755901983630656</id><published>2006-12-31T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:56:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whaaaa 98.7 got sooo many nice songs now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay tmr im finally sec 2!! whahahaha im gonna be a senior!! hehe.damn i hate math. n english. thats wat im left with.last min hmk. yay im such a last minute person. hehe.deborah is weird.omg nth. aiyooo... oh! thanx deb priya angie n weiling 4 helpingme in math. hehe. i suck at math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116755901983630656?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116755901983630656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116755901983630656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116755901983630656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116755901983630656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/whaaaa-98.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116731982566139282</id><published>2006-12-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:30:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch to collect history bks.then went to library n met angie.priya was late..cause of the stupid bus. did hmk 4 a while then went to eat.omg.priya n angie together damn retarded lor!like once they start arguing on something itll take foreva to stop.whahahaa...with priya's stupid questions n angie's funnaye replies... they really did made my day. hehe.. tried to laugh off the ..i dunno.. weird feelings insida me.. but still din help. arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to the library.oh!b4 we left the library angie n priya wanted to put their things in diff. lockers. priya did it the wrong way n the locker ate up her 20 cents. whahaha. she got annoyed n carried her stuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhahaa i couldnt stop laughing. seriously funnaye lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116731982566139282?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116731982566139282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116731982566139282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116731982566139282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116731982566139282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/hehe_28.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116721202142187045</id><published>2006-12-27T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:37:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>msn signed me in without me signing in.haha.n i never save my password.so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i actually thought we could have won today. think we improved though.at least we got 16 this time. argh!!gosh.i hate myself.since in the rate im sooo damn freaking blur during the match!!i just totally let some opponent score a clear lay-up!n i could have guarded her!like #$^$*%&amp;amp; !!! gosh!!!rahhhFhhhhhUhhhhhhhChhhhhhhKhhhhh!!!!!n none of my shots when in!!!!!damn!!!!!!! looks like my chance 4 being in next year is slipping away.now that priya is confirmed in.gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should train with wet balls to improve our grip?i dunno. in the rate it keeps slipping off our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave out the presents today.showered in sch after match.then ate at KFC. hehe i had cheese fries n milo.oh n the colseslore? thing. oni ate 1/4 of cheese fries. a few spoons of the coseslore thing n finished my milo. ok. im seriously losing my apetite in eating.maybe its cause i was still damn pissed with myself.rahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-rahhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116721202142187045?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116721202142187045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116721202142187045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116721202142187045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116721202142187045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/msn-signed-me-in-without-me-signing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116711253819774065</id><published>2006-12-26T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:55:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>math homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till o230 last nite.or rather this morning to do math hmk.still left sooo much more!! damn! tmr's friendly.not looking forward to play. im damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah is retarded. haha.power rangers this time of day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet priya to collect history books at 12.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1020.&lt;br /&gt;then slept till 1040.&lt;br /&gt; n shes till sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;she oni woke up close to 12.&lt;br /&gt;told me she not going cause it was raining..&lt;br /&gt;so doing math hmk tmr after training.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;books gonna be collected on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it keeps raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116711253819774065?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116711253819774065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116711253819774065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116711253819774065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116711253819774065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/math-homework-stayed-up-till-o230-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116704863595725156</id><published>2006-12-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:10:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.like finally!!! opened presents last nite..or rather early this morning. at abt 1240 i think.. i got 3 small towels two FBT shirts n a pair of shorts.a cusion.a pink bag thing..pink is disguating. a book on hair styles.a cup.coke.some growing ur name ting.a ring/watch thing.a cute dark blue cat coin purse thing.shower gel.cards. yep. thats it. presents 4 christmas including the ls i opeded earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.im happy!!watched love actually last nite while waiting till 12.omg...sooooo nice!!!!!think the show ended abt 1230? i dunno but we opened presents after that.yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched the mask of zorro.now cats n dogs on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh went to my grandma's hse 4 lunch.satay!!!mmm. my grandpa was like WHERE IS MY DOG?!?!?! dog woke up when every1 came n came outa the room from its sleeping place to greet us.then the dog walked out to where my grandpa could c her then he went to nap. dog's damn old though.abt..17-19 years old?!?! multiply that my 7 n itll be in human age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in the carpark when my mom was driving..she was thinking..y was it soo dark?!?! u noe y? because she was wearing her sun glasses!!hahaha retarded! damn funnaye lah! hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0o0 i love christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-all i want for christmas is you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116704863595725156?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116704863595725156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116704863595725156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116704863595725156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116704863595725156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116694527341079267</id><published>2006-12-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:36:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe. christmas tree is finally up! and the presents too!! christmas is tmr!!finally! oh no.. which also means school's in a week's time. DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wished everyone over my friendster account merry christmas. yay. haha i noe wat my mom gave me. some FBT shits n shorts. yay. buteven though i knew she still wrapped it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the song unwritten!!n i dun love u no more!! n show stopper!! all stuck in my head now thanx to those people using my radioblog account. I MEAN IT. whahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-better get off to doing last minte hmk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116694527341079267?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116694527341079267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116694527341079267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116694527341079267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116694527341079267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116676005176766542</id><published>2006-12-22T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:00:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1/4 last class party 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically everyone was late! only me emily n sam pang were on time.c? i told u emily that we should have walked arn j8 somemore n be late! met n 7 eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went to the condo n to the function room. then played whacko n double whacko.ate after that. then went swimming!didnt get pushed in this time! i fell in myself hehe. cause emily was gonna push me in n i din wanna me pushed in AGAIN TWO DAYS IN A ROW so i jumped in.it was freezing lor.. then showered n ate n played football. i was the goal keeper cause i cant even kick he ball straight. oh!angie got hit in the u noe where with the ball agn my one of venetia's siblings. LMAO. then played monkey.. i was never the monkey hehe! then went&lt;br /&gt;back to the function room to draw lots 4 the presents.. i got 33- jewel. jewel got 20- me.. hehe so we exchanged with each other. i liked the mug/cup  she gave me!!then played football agn outside.. venetia's siblings are sooo cute!! i carried them.. so heavy!then went back in to play pass the parcel then me n emily left cause it was alr 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so fun!! so fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116676005176766542?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116676005176766542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116676005176766542' title='0 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pushed into the pool whilei was screaming my head off! by leow letti n lirong.. damn soaked lor!all because of my brilliant idea of splashing water at em. oh!!! priya fell in accidently n spoiled her phone.. i wish i saw that.. i was oni a few seconds late before it happened.. wanna noe wat i ate? wanna noe wat i ate? spaghetti n fishballs. thats it. i was damn full! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! played ball in the morning.. 4 a few minutes n went up to lirong's hse cause me n letti were bored.. made heart shapes outa wax 4 leticia's mortal. then went down to look at leticia's so called ham ji pengs.then bought the drinks went back up to lirongs hse watched her sis wedding video n talked.. while leticia kept complaining of cramps.. then leticia went down to pick shar. n soon we left with all the heavy bottles 4 the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i get full fast. oh! thanx pf deblee shar 4 the nice presents!! n er.. was my other present from chow ??? i dunt noe.. oh wellz.. shar gave me some growing a special friand plant thing. deb gave me coke. pf gave me this cute foot ring  n a watch combine. thelast one is.. some coin purse thing which has a cat face on it. like ill ever use it. its now placed in my cupboard n probably wont ever be taken out.its super cute though!!!haha.but i alr have a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! rachel gave me a christmas card! with ALVINA'S SISTER in it. goodness. n i thought every1 forgot abt that. but i like the card anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays class party. i shall get stuff ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116667174941654232?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116667174941654232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116653982152217005</id><published>2006-12-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:50:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball christmas party tmr yay!gonna play bball in the morning with letti pf 'phia' and a few others..oh i finally bought the present 4 erm.. the angel mortal thing.. last min shopping is my style!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my cat is giving birth at the moment.. hehe not  sure.. kit cat.. shes mixed with kola like wth.. bloody play boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-carin? ill add u once im not lazy!! cause i have soo many extra things in my link n all... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116626762137451487</id><published>2006-12-16T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:13:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slept at 10 yesterday..damn early lah!was soo tired.then woke up this morning at 0745.. quite early 4 me cause usually i only wake up at arn 1045 to 1210 max. i shall sleep late today though. wide awake after my afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from o745am lazy in my room till o83o and came out..not much on tv so watched tom n jerry..after that spongebob. then surprisingly did a bit of math n went back to bed agn n oni woke up at like 3? to go to my grandma's hse.brought chuckie along in a pram..damn cute.must be really hard 4 him to sit in the pram cause now its like sleeping like it never slept in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!my younger sister's birthday was a success!! she din noe we bought a cake since she sooo short she couldnt c the top of the frige..she kept saying that she was sure my older sister was gonna buy the cake n din wanna sleep.she damn dumb lah she din noe anything!my mom invited one of her favourite auntie's too.my mom kept smsing me in the same room when to get the cake ready n when to open the door to let my auntie in..my mom kept her in the room while i went to prepare the cake n all.  then went to let my aunt in offed all the lights, went to give my mom the que to let my sis out. first thing my sis saw was the cake then she looked blurly at her auntie n a few others.damn funnaye lah her face.so happy she din noe what was going on..quite hard to keep her in the room and all..as i said it was a success!! haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116618722752694886</id><published>2006-12-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:53:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the dsa thing..damn fun lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training damn tiring in the morning lah!!then me n anna showered after that and went lunching at ljs with ore n leticia..then met shar at mrt station n went back to sch to get ready n all 4 dsa.went to the toilet n made our hair gold? here n there oni..then went outside and others said our hair needed to me let down n back combed with hairspray..my hair was like damn huge lor!sooo pai seh walk arn like that..then sprayed glitter on our hair..then did the dance/act thing then lazyed arn till it was time ta go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home at to shampoo my hair twice to get the hairspray + gold hair colour thing + glitter off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*aiya im lazy to type so this is the shortened version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116618722752694886?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116618722752694886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116618722752694886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116618722752694886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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12 dancing princesses cd..celebrating later with cake at arn 9 i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practised 4 the cip thing yesterday too..'sweets'  scared the heck out of me!yea can u believe it?''sweets''!all the sec1s forgot the dance lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the item is the first on stage after the speech,prayer n game..hope the kids get the jokes in the item..like santa coming outa the toilet bowl?like wth..santa- THE geanie..omgosh i think overall its damn funnaye lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attending training in the morning with anna too..must bring sooo many things tmr also to shower n all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bag's gonna be soo heavy..aiyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116609192675530927?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116591708840265153</id><published>2006-12-12T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:51:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-quick update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid keyboard spolied so couldnt type,sign in to msn and everything!!so no blogging too!now new keyboard mouse n speaker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh went 4 holiday to bintan..hated swimming in the pool plus sea too  cause of some reason..waves in the sea damn strong and nice n goegeous!like wat the heck weird stuff in the bunglow..last day was 11th december n was my sis birthday so my mom bought a tiny cake which slipped out the box n into the plastic bag..we still ate it anyhow.had to keep my sista occupied in the shop so she wont noe wat my mom was up to in the next shop buying the cake..then at the shop saw some statues..each one of them in different weird positions..n i mean WEIRD POSITIONS! like 1 statue fucking the other? disgusting please!!EEEE like GROSS!! so we waited till twelve singapore time to cut the cake cause we were damn tired n all n indonesia time was like n hour till twelve??.. oh!! omg the stars that night were damn gorgeous..nothing like singapore!!it was a star-ry night i tell u!stars were like everywhere!!like whoa!! present 4 my sista?the stars? i dunno..now back in singapore n i forgot wat i did to my sista's present.like deep shit lor. n today is the 12th n i still dunno where the hell it is!n the 14th is my younger sister's birthday.like shit i dunno where i put hers too!its in the same bag where i put my older sista's present but i dunno where the hell it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went 4 cip thing.. im a dwaf!! happy!! dance cute lah but i still dunno how ta do the robot dance thing..then went window shoping at j8 .. then played match with a few people then left 4 home..tmr training i think.. meeting anna in the morning outside tp station..my stamina sux!no training 2 trainings in a row? aiyoh gonna tire myself so much tmr..okay im damn tired now.. gonna nap.. good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116591708840265153?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116591708840265153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116591708840265153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116591708840265153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116591708840265153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-update-stupid-keyboard-spolied.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116506390716200641</id><published>2006-12-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:51:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what kind of knight are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like shrek.its like damn funnaye!i like the songs too!!its tonite!!but now i hate it soo much.my stupid sista is like watching it 4 the 3th tme today?n now too on channel 5.. oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek!thats not a way to behave in front of a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?its a compliment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116506390716200641?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116506390716200641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116506390716200641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116506390716200641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116506390716200641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-kind-of-knight-are-you-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116503597943769504</id><published>2006-12-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:06:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had the bball clinic thing yesterday..me ore n shar came at o715 n stayed nat the court outside..nearing 8 n dunno where the rest were so we called tai zi n she told us they alr inside the hall.. we were like shit!we started finding our way there by ourselves but got lost. so we called agn..she said tey alr changing to their jersey..she asked ur to walk to the frot n the guy will tell u where to go n so we did..when we could have just taken the stair all the way up. we even were on that level when we tried finding it on our own..so we ran there took attendance n went to change n played.. the rubber bball they gave us was lousy!! the paint was like coming off?!?!?! okay we din learn anything much cause jiao lian thought us like..everything!! so it was good we were familiar with it..played matches shar pulled her thigh muscle n anna hurt her back so we were excused 4 the last game. collected  our certificate of attendance..they spelt my name wrongly. then they were giving out additional prizes..jia her won i think some positive player thing.. n i dunno why i won something..-wasnt paying attention..names being called was boring eh? not my fault. n we left to eat n took neoprints..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116487885266215460</id><published>2006-11-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:27:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weird dreams in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning..b4 i woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some ride with no safety measures taken.. the 1 which u n yr friend sit in n will shoot up damn fast n higgh n come back down.. itwas made of i think rusty medal.. n i rmb at te top my friend asked me.. so wat do u think? n i said.. IM GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEE!! n then suddenly i was preparing a sec 1 orientation n were suppose to sit on some balloon chair which felt like u will sink n never get out of the chair.. n suppose to read out something.. then i felt like my chair was gonna turn over n i will fall off the stage n i woke up..actually more things happened but i cant rmb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at tp station..n i knew no one there..all i saw were zombies.. somehow i got this ancient brush with powder and apparently people turned to zombie's by other zombie's were looking 4 it i think.. n the powder  on the brush was suppose to help the zombie be normal people again.. so i was running up n down saving the brush n sprinkling powder on near zombie's who have not noticed that i have the brush.. the zombies come after me n everytime i make 1 round downstairs where the train comes i c this family wearing their traditional costumes sitting on the seat n they said hi to me..n so i say hi back.. ran up n down the stairs so many times.. then i din noticed i ran right into a zombie n avoided it just in time n again saw the family 4 the third time.. i was like screaming n screaming cause the zombie's were gaining up on me n i screamed a 'hiiiiiiii' at the family too.. then i thought wat happens if i gave them the brush?so anyway i noticed that the brush ran out on the powder..so i ran up the escalator n saw chow.. walking stiff like the other zombies..i ran up to her, n was like 'chow?' she still continued walking stiff and her face looked weirdly stiff n all.. then i was like.. 'oh no! omg chowwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!' the only familiar face..was a zombie.. then i ran back downstairs once i noticed the zombies were like a few steps behind me n some1 gave me powder n i put a lot on the brush not looking at the person's face n said thanx and turned n  saw the malay family again.. but at the stairs this time.. so i told the lady there to keep the brush..hide it from the other zombies.. n so she took in n put in behind her legs n her child sat on her legs not to make it obvious.zombies just went past her..i pretended to be sobing at the stairs n some child zombie came up to me..i still continued to sob n the child disappeared..the woman i gave the brush to kept sprinkling powder at zombies that went past her..including chow..............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appeared it some house after that with my older sis.. saw icecream n fast food.. i think ordered something.. n saw chow there again.. n her zombie self to.. walking towards the non-zombie chow next to it's zombie friends.. holding the ancient brush..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i noe my dreams are weird.. like wat the hell were zombies doing in my dream? chow a zombie? haha funnaye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116487885266215460?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116487885266215460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116487885266215460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116487885266215460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116487885266215460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-weird-dreams-in-day-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116479813348106764</id><published>2006-11-29T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:02:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training in the morning..im not sure y i feel its soo slack..but not slack? warm up-ran arn outside sch..i think it was fun!first time!but i got disgusting mud on my shoes..yukk..then after that training was okay..think they should extend wed's training hours by a bit though..ended with match..-fun! then had orientation..-no laughter this time..but still damn fun!ate lunch with anna leticia sam  shar orelia n lirong who talked n talked n talked!her mouth just couldnt stop moving lor!-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry lirong.. i love to eat in peace)&lt;/span&gt;then came home showered n went to bed..woke up by my younger sista's singing or should i say screams!then ate early dinner, watched a bit of the tyra show or somethng like that n poof im here!haha not much to say so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi BarbieHi KenD'you wanna go for a ride?Sure Ken.Jump in...I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie worldLife in plastic, it's fantastic.You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.Imagination, life is your creation.Come on Barbie, let's go party!I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie worldLife in plastic, it's fantastic.You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.Imagination, life is your creation.I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world,Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly.You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky.You can touch, you can play, if you say: «I'm always yours»I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie worldLife in plastic, it's fantastic.you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.Imagination, life is your creation.Come on Barbie, let's go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..Come on Barbie, let's go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please,I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=0000031999/mnum=0000316574/genr=1/tkdt=B0P0R1T0/cstr=18176292=_456d687e,6618875065,31999^316574^-1^0,1_/bnum=18176292" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=31999/bnum=18176292" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,hit the town, fool around, let's go party.You can touch, you can play, if you say: «I'm always yours»You can touch, you can play, if you say: «I'm always yours»Come on Barbie, let´s go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..Come on Barbie, let's go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie worldLife in plastic, it's fantastic.you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.Imagination, life is your creation.I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie worldLife in plastic, it's fantastic.you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.Imagination, life is your creation.Come on Barbie, let's go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..Come on Barbie, let's go party!Ah, Ah, Ah, yea.Come on Barbie, let's go party!uu-oooh.. uu-oooh..Oh, I'm having so much fun!Well Barbie, we've just getting started.Oh, I love you Ken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116479813348106764?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116479813348106764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116479813348106764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116479813348106764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116479813348106764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116468475100310344</id><published>2006-11-28T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:32:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training  yeaterday was okay.. after that had our first orientation thing but we din do anything except sit there and watch chow try some dribble/tricks/pass thing and i was laughing my ass off!! haha damn funnaye!!then comes sam tai and her wonderful'  ideas! do the orientation in a bikini? wear heels? -good luck sam in doing it.. whahahaha  sharlene beside me must have thought i was going nuts.. i seriously couldnt stop laughing..chow damn funnaye lah please..sam too!! haha hit the ball with her butt? seriously she damn funnaye!!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116468475100310344?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116468475100310344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116468475100310344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116468475100310344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116468475100310344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-yeaterday-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116446892923652777</id><published>2006-11-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:35:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun fun fun!!!went 4 open house! damn fun!!played soo many games.. won sooo many prizes.. my mom broke a coconut  when she roled it to hit the bottles of water..haha it was something like bowling.. although only 1 was left standing, she got the best prize they had there 4 the game.. a mug.. cause she was the first to break a coconut.. haha.. then m younger sista played a game where she had to knock stuff over by shooting water at it.. acamera man was behind ane she sprayed at him.. damn funnaye lah!! o0o i played pool!! damn fun.. but. my mom won me.. it was a close call though trusting im a beginer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo happy!!thanx dumb debo!! never knew u had it in u.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116446892923652777?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116446892923652777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116446892923652777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116446892923652777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116446892923652777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-fun-fun-funwent-4-open-house.html' 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looking, butkeeping ur eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE CONDOM--Ur single and you like someone buthe/she hasno IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK CONDOM--U really like someone but u dont knowif they really like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE CONDOM--Ur single and really want someoneso bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&amp;amp;WHITE CONDOM--Ur ready to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW CONDOM--Just confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK BLUE CONDOM -Single and looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THIS WITH THE ONE THATFITS U IN 5 MINUTES OR U WILL BESINGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orange/purple/pink/dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116442595306429524?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116434489496610005</id><published>2006-11-24T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:17:35.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training today was fun fun fun!! felt damn slack.. how it stay this way..although a bit more tiring would be nice.. felt sick at the begining of training..maybe its ause of the medication i took.. heck ah.. yay im so proud of ma self.. i read 3 books in 3 days.. yay me! usually i take abt a week or maybe a month if the book was boring..but it was soo nice.. the o.c! the outsider, the misfit and the way back.. now im reading a super thin book.. the summer of summer..yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my laces on my bball shoes were so dirty today thanx to my cat which slept on my shoe..now its like brown? aiyo.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh erm.. serene thanx 4 .. talking to the person i asked u to talk to.. bet u are so proud ur name is in my blog today.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116434489496610005?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116434489496610005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116434489496610005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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did in a single training session--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run jog walk dribble shoot score miss basket ball smile laugh chicken dance talk play                 carry-cute-little-girl tire-myself-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training just makes me wanna smile (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116420673896283534?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116420673896283534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116420673896283534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116420673896283534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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had to leave to meet her friend and go sentosa to sun tan..so the rest of us went to mos 4 a drink..then there we started talking abt..stuff..but wat the heck.. wat happened it mos stays in mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mc 4 the next whole week..went to sit out on monday n realized i just couldnt keep still..after a while i started jumping.. yay im weird!o0o wednesday trainng was held in sch..so no more little cute gal to play with.. she soooo adorable  lor! wheneva c any of us gonna train and when she spots from very far she will yell big sista in chinese!! so cute! erm.. except chow..calls her big brother. haha. her grand dad tried explaining that chow was a gal n i think succeeded!! funnaye lah she..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o there was this friday i helped my sistain the pri sch to sell fish balls..n eat them too..yumm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bball chritstmas patry is..er.. i think maybe 19..or 20..maybe.. 22 ..i dunno..had my mind on something' else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go 4 training today..since my mom din let me train..n i had mc 2 the whole week decided not to go..cause watching the rest get tired makes me wanna get tired too..n im known not to keep still soo.. okay.. i think ill go on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired to type.i rather read the oc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yay im weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116419132841743818?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116419132841743818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116419132841743818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116419132841743818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116419132841743818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-i-finally-get-to-posti-tried-not.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116247952342563764</id><published>2006-11-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:58:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;played bball with my mom and auntie today..with my younger sista running up n down catching the rebound..then 2 guys asked if they could play with us n being nice i said ok..then they asked to play match..and so my mom agreed without asking me.. 1 guy,the bballer was like super good..but the other guy..erm..no comment. then soon my mom had to go up n so left with me n my auntie playing..wheneva i start the bal n want to pass it to my auntie, she keeps posing behind the guys n so i laugh..she super funnaye lah! then when the guys turn arn, she acts normal..bet they still dunno y i was laughing lah..then my auntie had to go up so the erm.. no comment guy was in my team..the bballer was like damn good lah!almost every shot he took scored..like whoa!!but when guarded he tends to miss..usually i dun go forward to guard..but yea i did..then the other no comment guy also did.so he took the front i took the back..yea..i cant blame the ..no comment guy cause like..he's not a bballer..so he cant really shoot..n i cant shoot too.. the final score was.. 7 to 11..we got 7.i think i scored 4 or 5 of the 7 goals.yay me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i miss playing match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116247952342563764?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116247952342563764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116247952342563764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116247952342563764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116247952342563764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/11/played-bball-with-my-mom-and-auntie.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116244893161413133</id><published>2006-11-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:43:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dated: sunday/monday/29 oct o6/30 oct o6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was in this jungle/forested area and someone caught this turtle in some river and was cooking it near the river..then the turtle broke in half and fell into the river and the body grew back..weird? yes i noe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then somehow i appeared on top of some big slide with ore,letti,val and serene..then we saw pf and decided to jump queue..then pf was like..'where's yr turtle??' and we all pointed at serene and said 'there!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry serene u turned out to be a turtle in my dream..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then i woke up.tanx to my dog who jumped on my bed and slept next to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated: today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training yesterdy was tiring mann!!argh i need to run more!!speak of lazing arnd doing practically nth.. aiya..overoll traiing was ok.. i wish i ate breakfast..could feel my stomach growling..plus had dizzy spells here and there.. me and deb met at the underpass thenwent to tp west c,patting cats on the way while my shoe lace keeps coming off' and hour earlier to play ball b4 training starts to find out it only opens at 9? like were damn pissed lah!then went walking i pat cats on the way..walked to the bustop opp. sch and saw sam tai and priya there..then walked further down and pat 2 cute kittens me and shar never got to touch every morning walking to sch..so adorable lah!then walked back to the cc and saw some guy opening it and serene and jiaher walking in..like not fair!! we were there first..after training went to macs with serene and deb..sat outside cause we bought bubble tea from sweet talk.. mmm i love the green apple flavoue.. serene had champhagne grapes and deb had lemon .. which she kept cpmplaining was sour after that.. u noe i thought by going behind the underpass to get to the ccwas the west cc and going pass sch is the south..untill i noticed the phillips building!! and i could even ask pf n deb if we were near sch judging from that building..!!haha im slow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a lesson learnt? never go to the arcade 1 day b4 training..my arms hurt so much now.. strained a muscle..i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116244893161413133?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116244893161413133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116244893161413133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116244893161413133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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too..mega lazyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant wait till monday..playing bball with boobie and pf at tp west cc..o0o so finally ill noe where it is..then maybe gonna watch movie..hope so..i wanna watch death note!! or if not then maybe catch crabs..trusting all the haha crabs died..(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the part where yall say awwwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay training on wednesday..!! although its club training there's no diff!! its still training!!ooo how much i miss training..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lazyness will disappear overtime (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116200875515788297?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116200875515788297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116200875515788297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116200875515788297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116200875515788297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-turning-into-some-lazy-creature.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-116192017406964708</id><published>2006-10-27T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:36:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im weird yes i noe. u'd noe y...soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. today i had a dream that i was going to be eaten by dinosaurs..narrowly escaped..n i colud climb walls to prevent myself from fallng into that disgusting looking mouth..i dunno wat happened but somehow i appeared in some hotel room and i so called woke up..although not really awake..(still dreaming) then my aunty was like (reyna wake up!!-(my younger sister))thanx to my auntie,i woke up in real life..although..i must say, im wondering wat happened to that dinosaur..how the heck did i get into the dream with the diosaur i dun noe.. trusting that i dun like dinosaurs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new bball shoes yay!!guess wat colour!!(clue: sch uniform)wanted the red actually but almost every1 got red so i took blue..i love my shoes..mega yayness(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i  cant wait till training starts!!where the hell tp west cc is? i  dunno..how m i going to get there? i dunno..wat time does training start? i dunno..(either 8 or 9) aiya..i love training..cant wait (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blogged 4 over a month..but.. HERE I AM!!exams over like finally!!crap..i've got back my knee injuries..again!since i fell down and scraped my knee thanx to a freakin guy who pushed me down...or tripped me i dunno..while playing captain's ball..no basketball until both knee heals..aiya..cant wait till training starts..i need to loose the weight i put on during the exams..-i love honeydew sago..!! had it almost everyday 4 a week or two during exam period..--il ove chocolate..except dark :)---i love food(almost all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got nth to say so i shall end off here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-116063043915640168?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/116063043915640168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=116063043915640168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116063043915640168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/116063043915640168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/10/havent-blogged-4-over-month.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115742943130608729</id><published>2006-09-05T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:15:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>singapore idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocally-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine should be out first-she has got this pitchy problem.then paul-cant sing.well e can but..not all styles except pop.one of the idols should be either hady or jonathan.although.. jonathan looks sooo ah-beng-ish..and i dun realli like hady either..all the good ones went out so..although..if only there were only pop songs sang during singapore idol..then paul should win no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta hand it to rachel though..paul is the hottest guy among the rest remaining..he looks better when his hair covers his forehead..looks weird with it not.jasmine, hady is ok-looking..aka no comment.jonathan..as i said just now, ah-beng-ish looking.think he has to have a make over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine...the alll bubbly gal..hady the smiley nice guy..jonathan..i dunno i never liked or paid much attention to him..paul.. well he should win if it was a personality contest..cause he's different.he's sooo not like the other contestants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go the next singapore idol whooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115742943130608729?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115742943130608729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115742943130608729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115742943130608729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115742943130608729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-idol-vocally-jasmine-should.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115736706547842093</id><published>2006-09-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:51:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got newww phonee!! L6! nice.. i likeee.. i love my haha crab!! pf left it with me b4 she left 4 janting..ore left 4 janting today.. the crabs are soo cute!!mine and pf 's is red..ore's is black?!?!?! my mom keeps saying ore's 1 looks like a cockroach.but still they are cute!! awwwww.. im keeping my puppy yay!super naughty though.ran out of my hse just now..likes to play with my cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i like my haha crab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115736706547842093?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115736706547842093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115736706547842093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sure..but i lent my jersey to letti cause we were 'basketballers' in the thing..then according to some1,some people made fun of her then she locked herself in the toilet cubicle..sooo many people mtried comforting her by standing on top of the toilet ,the cubicle beside hers..on the outside..we were looking 4 coins to open the door from the outside..soooo loong we tried and gave up..then here came some walking superwoman who climbed on top of the cuicle beside letti''s and jumped inside to unlock the door..then letti ran out and around the sch..we chased her..and finally lost her..went up and down the technical block soo many times cause we last saw her go there...and....we found her in class hiding..dun blame her...not her fault she couldnt fae them..not that time and that place..they found her in the end..well after some comforting we got back to practice..-i love my bball!!then me and letti went 4 a walk...told the rest that we going outside of the classroom to practice..cause dribbling in the classroom sooo noisy...sneaked to play ball and ran a few rounds round the track and came back.well we actually left so i could talk to her in private abt..PRIVATE STUFF!!then went back practiced a bit more and left...while walking in the underpass letti wanted to go back to 7 eleven outside sch to eat and so we went..ohoh!!while i was eating we came to the topic of high sch musical..and i was like zac is hott!!letti thought i was saying dunno wat is hot..she thought i meant the cup noodles...then i repeated..zac is hott!!she was like huh?then i was like..ZAC EFRON!!then she was like ohhhhhh!!damn funnaye lah!!haha then went home...-wat a day...so dramatic..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115642794081432337?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115642794081432337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115642794081432337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115642794081432337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115642794081432337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-timmee-nooo-bloogggwell.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115599159258215972</id><published>2006-08-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:46:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                         ..................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bball.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the thought of this is sooo damn freakin sad!!im so sure that priya's gonna take over me next year.i mean shes alr going 4 sch team training..its damn obvious shes gonnha be in sch team and im gonna be kicked out..i confirm will be out lor.i mean sec1s are comin in next yr...and i totally suck!!so i guess this is the 1 and only year rthat i will be in sch team..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-treasure ur position and respect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115599159258215972?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115599159258215972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115599159258215972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115599159258215972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115599159258215972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115511492048433888</id><published>2006-08-09T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:15:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to debbie deb deb's hse with reddie red red on saturday ithink.first me n reddie red red din noe where it was so called her and she told us the block,floor and that it was on the 'left'.got there n there was like 2 doors opn the left.din noe which 1 was debbie deb deb's hse so we starting yelling her name out.(people might be thinking who r those idiots shouting outside.well wat do u expect?-retards)and u noe wat?debbie deb deb came out of the lift.waisted the yelling.haha.damn fun!brother...wait..cousin..which 1? okay anyway hes quite cute but a little annoying..played jenga..cousin? keeps wanting to push everything down lor!so i played with him stacking up the uno staco thing while playing jenga to keep his attention on something else..every time finish stack he will knock down n want to push down ours too.then ill be like..'OK TIMMY I PLAY WITH YOU THAT 1!'or something like that.then after we finish both games played weird games like stacking the tallest tower with 15 blocks.mine fell apart.-ooops.then timmy was like holding my hand and ask me to play with him again.i was tooo nice not to.he's damn heavy though...omg deb's cat is like huge-i-otic!damn fattt!!! i got a shock lor!fattest ive ever seen!debbie deb deb love ur hse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115511480605800834?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115511480605800834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115511480605800834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115511480605800834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/115511480605800834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-hyper-you-said-u-wouldnt-ever-go.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115417255666952372</id><published>2006-07-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:29:16.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attended training yesterday..last training with seniors..after that went to the ava?!?! room and watched a video clip stacey made..damn nice lah! then each seniors said stuff abt themselves and the others.damn sad lah!although i couldnt understand y the juniors started crying at the beginning.they told me that they were very emotional(mabe tooo emotional).at that point in time one of the seniors started crying yet.only later on.lucky i didnt start.stacey said her 'life story' in secondary..then ended it with a poem.wow i din noe my sister writes poems.after that went to hug a few of em then left 4 home with cassandra damn hugry.bought the famous cup noodles from 7 eleven then walked to interchange.saw sun lu there..&lt;&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i actually feel damn sad .it seems soo real now.seniors r goona be gone in a few months.abt 3 months.this cant bo happening...no..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bandaged knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115417255666952372?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115417255666952372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gosh.i nv knew how much i hated them.realli.i cant stand it no more.they all suck.wait..almost all.half of them suck.u have got no idea how much i hate ***** and **** this moment.especially *****!she sucks to da core i tell u.especially during ********!usually wheneva i c her..i totally ignore her..cause she does the same..i mean..y say hi to a personwho totally ignores u too?stupid.all this is crap..super childish..but wat can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115357424048718672?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115357424048718672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i suck!dead to the core!seriously.i realli do.i dun deserve it.i realli dun.so y the heck did i get it?arghhhhhh.i sure yall would say the same...i suck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;orelia-thanx 4 being there.trying to cheer me up...listening to my problems..thanx. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohh and red pearl too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;realli thanx a lot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115331481351536333?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115331481351536333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>favouritism.i absolutely hate that word.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its like damn obvious lah!they only like her.not the others.at least they could at least not make it that obvious rite?they only compliment her.not complimenting the rest even though we did somethng sooo much better then her.they treat us as walking walls with no faces..as if we're not realli there..they only seem to notice her.so y the fucking hell do they have to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115302092575503633?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115302092575503633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>tell me i suck!! seriously.i realli suck at bball!arghhh.i shouldnt even be in the team!damn angry with myself.today match against zhong hua or something like that..4 to 91? omghaaa.so many injured.well i was suppose to use my ankle guard...but..serene twisted her ankle in sch while we were practising b4 we had to leave 4 the match..lend it to her...guessed she needed it more then me..yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;serene..sorry i injured ur arm..it was an accident!! realli..i think i elbowed it..im not sure.but im realli sorry.oh and rmb to return my ankle guard.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115262525105794788?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115211142696028815</id><published>2006-07-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:57:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had match today..against cedarr gals! well the score...was... 4...to....98! although we lost...i must say there was an improvement between this match and the last 1. besides the scoring.. our passes improved..i think we did good.had training after that...damn exhausted..slacked! ooops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115211142696028815?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115211142696028815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>lemme c...wats new.. i realli need to do some updating...my cat died a few days a go..even though i have many more to replace her...life just isnt the same anymore..can feel the difference..she no longer there running abt...its just sooo different! gosh i hate the 'different' word.wheneva i use it,something is seriously wrong..whhhaaaaaaaaaaaa i miss my cat! realli...i realli do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115188933522029548?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115188933522029548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115188933522029548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the seniors n the juniors..at least thats how it feels..and soon after this year..they'll just vanish!its like a basketball family photo..except that the seniors are ripped from it.or mabe..its  like something inside u died...torn away mabe.. missing....everythings gonna be soo different..theres still sooo much to learn from them...yet soo little time.having this thought of them leaving.. i just couldnt take it. i had to let it out. orelia tried to console me over the phone..n now i feel bad.. i made her cry too.omgg its just sooo damn freakin sad!they just did soooo much 4 us..n yet we didnt do anything 4 them.not even once did we stop to think abt them. yet now.. having the thought of em leave..we cant take it.seriously.its just too much to handle.talking to orelia actually made me break down..even her..by the end of this year..no more seniors..theyd be gone..we only have a month more to train together.after that,wed be on seperate ways.everything would be forever lost.all except 4 the journey we had together.that we'd treasure.it'll be all just a memory.i never actually knew how much i love my bball seniors.i think i do now.well mabe.at least i noe its enough to make me realli break down into tiny peices.thats how much i love them. everythings gonna be sooo different.from the team.. next year thered only be deb mary n chow.at least we still have them.. yet..life would be different.very different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115106353717734283?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115106353717734283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=115106353717734283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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any match! not at all.not even 1..but thats how i feel so..mabe things would turn around..i mean we did our damn freakin best...n still it was not gd enough.okay we'd try harder next time.but still..wouldnt be surprised if we loose all.ive lost all my hope.seriously. i dun noe how i got into the sch team. i mean.im like the worst player in the team.mabe its because of me we're not winning.who knows?i actually thought we could win this 1.. realli..i think we were still tired from wednesdays match.and so we slacked.a lot.if not we could have won.we realli could have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115106259109965058?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/115106259109965058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>arghh lost the match!! we were carshed! but still we did our best..i only played 4 awhile ...me n my ankle...some bitch stepped on my ankle twice! couldnt take it...tooo pain n so stopped playing..sat out n watched..score..2 to 106! like omgg!! but still we played against sec twos...n we did our best!okay we are gonna try harder on friday. dun think i can play though. stupid ankle.. i cant play..after that went to eat lunch at kfc..shouldnt have sat inside..deborah hoon was sitting in front of me n pui fong beside me..n maryanne beside deb..deborah n pui fong kept burping..leaving me no air to breathe lor.at least maryanne still had air..okay so shared buddy meal with pui fong...mann she can eat! i was full after my first piece of chicken..well managed to eat both..then went 4 a walk with pui fong cause it was freakin cold in kfc..met the rest at the entrance then went long john silvers..me n pui fong went to play with the lift..we went up n down so many times.. i didnt want to go the last time so i waited 4 her outside.. little did we notice a security guard...gd he didnt say anything..haha. then we inside long johns 4 a while..found it boring so we decided to go n look 4 cats..went near sch 4 that..after we played n was satisfied we went back to long johns..surprisingly huda,celine,rachel n chow was still there!juniors left..shared a drink with pui fong..soon every1 left except me chow n pui fong..chow was tryin to sleep i thi8nk..we couldnt finish our drink n so we left the drink on chows table n sneaked out...but chow saw us oh well..then we went home..okay i must admit that pui fong talks way toooooooooooo much n most of the time she doesnt make sense..went home with a  bad head ache because of her.. gets &lt;strong&gt;a bit&lt;/strong&gt; (trying to be nice) annoying at times..plus irritating..fine a lot! seriously..she n adeline lieow has someting in common..both talk a lot a most of the time dun make sense..oh wellz&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-115096931157494989</id><published>2006-06-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:41:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>basketball camp was fun fun fun!got realli dirty n all..first day i actually showered twice!thats  how dirty we were!n how much we stinked!by the end of day 1 we had flour,eggs?!?!,coke,sand n other stuff all over us.bbq..love the food although i didnt have much..wasnt that hungry..had 1/4 of a hot dog n that fish thing.thats all! yep.lunch..chicken rice!! mmm couldnt finish it though.. shhhh..okay farewell... felt sooo sad... didnt actually realized how much id miss the seniors after they leave.. i actually cried!haha no 1 knew..cause when they turned on the lights i started laughing so that it wouldnt be that obvious.almost every1 at the back was crying...we just looked at each other n just started crying..we were sooo touched on wat the seniors said..realli..many hugs...ended quite late mabe 3am? then was watching high school musical..nice..although i couldnt realli c without ma glasses..went to bed at 5 plus and woke up at 7..damn tired..thank goodness no morning run..wonder who was sooo nice to cancel it..i think im starting to  like the person who did that..lunch...pizza!! mmm had 1...was full after that.okay i was realli dreading sheila session but it wasnt that bad.made an egg erm...tower? holder? out of straws..i just sat there with tape alll over my freezing fingers and people pulling it out 1 by 1..then we had a tresure hunt thing ..okay u cant realli call it that..haha team leaders got tape on their mouth..being mute that it is n the smallest person in the group was tied up being paralysed.. fun fun..seniors with taped mouths..funnaye! oni rmb garce rachel deborah maryanne n sandra..realli realli funny..haha..yay we got out jerseys!!like finally!when i enetered the room with it on people were like alvinas here alvinas here.. all i heard was alvina!! for goodness sake i do not look like her!!not at all!n i m prepared to argue abt it!hmph! i love my jersey..after that went home.. whoah wat a day..my body aches a lot! n tmrs match..not suppose to play because of my ankle..a week mc..although didnt show any1...they never ask soo.. but  wat the heck! think im gonna play!no 1 will noe...just wear ankle guard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-115096931157494989?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114992076848690135</id><published>2006-06-10T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:26:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday training...well it rained even b4 training started..so we had to go to da hall 4 training...think it was the least tiring training among all...which is good in a way...after training went to eat lunch at macs then went roaming and back to sch to shoot some balls..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna watch the omen!!watched the trailer..damn nice..so many people that i asked backed out lah! say too scary..aiyoh..who wanna watch tell me!!i wannnaa go with u!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114992076848690135?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114992025611269403</id><published>2006-06-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:17:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess which bitch gave birth?!?!?! to 4..damn small n cute!!like finally she  did most of the 'job' her self..my mom only helped when needed..the last time my mom had to do almost everything..at least now the dog knows how to be a mom..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114992025611269403?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114992025611269403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday training damn tiring mann!!me n my stupid ankle..twisted it agn lah! but not as bad as the last time..didnt swell up..i bet if anna stepped on it like she did the last time after i twisted it during pe it would have swelled up like hell!!ok lucky training was stopped due to exams..if not id still have carried on to train..well still staid back to play bball so it didnt heal 4 3 weeks..consequences..haha no 1 knew cause i kept my mouth shut!!(well mabe my friends)wheneva theres an injury i would still carry on training unless i realli cannot walk..because i love training..okay..suffered when had to run 2.4..walked most of it..ankle was hurting like hell!then after training went to burgaaar kingg with deborah..mmm food was good...turkey bacon..mmm..then went home..n today my body aches like hell!!argh how m i gonna go 4 training tmr? ok i shall go 4 training n suffer during the weekend..yea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114914554523205197</id><published>2006-06-01T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:05:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its all true..i make stupid selfish decisions.realli realli realli stupid 1 s.rite now my wish is to go back n fix it.make the rite 1s.but too bad i cant.in this world,there is no reason to live.no reason 4 me even to be in this world.mabe this world would be better off without me.arghhhh life is damn difficult.in this world nothing is rite.everything is sooo damn freakin wrong. every single thing!i realli realli realli wish i could go back n fix it.its 1 wish i realli want most.the only 1 i realli need now. if only i was not stupid enough to make the wrong 1 s. livin in this world is soo damn hard. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! there is always a consequence to every decision i make!!! some times i wish i realli was dead.at least then there wouldnt be stupid decisions made by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114914554523205197?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114914554523205197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114914554523205197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114914554523205197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114914554523205197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-all-true.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114882757068285204</id><published>2006-05-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:46:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...havent been blogging 4 quite some time..exams suck!! absolutely hate it!! mom threatened to take away bball.like bball is my life shhe cant take it away from me!!been havin some friendship problems..preety childish i noe..but yeah..dunno if i made the rite decision..but there is hope..my bball skills r startin to stink n i mean it!! i suck at bball!! argh!! y does life have to be so damn difficult?its just too hard to live on..its filled with problems everywhere!! i cant stand it!! is there such a thing as a problem-free world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114882757068285204?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114882757068285204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114882757068285204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114882757068285204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114882757068285204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok_28.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114749870382360613</id><published>2006-05-13T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:38:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok wit my bball skills i confirm will be reserve lah! i dunno how i got into the team..with my lousy skills.. super nervous although the matches r in 2 months time..seems so far but in actual fact its damn near..too close...&lt;em&gt;went to escape theme park yesterday with anna seline abigal fiona valerie..ok i m afraid of heights so ya but i managed to go on stuff which were super high! haha i deserve an award!!the haunted house there stinks lah..stupid guy i dunno hold my hand i was like ok....y the heck is this idiot holdin my hand...then while we were queueing and 2 pairs b4 out turn they stopped cause they said got lighting...but in actual fact it was camera flashes! stupid retarded people..then we got drenched in the rain on the way to the bus stop...then we went j8 n took neoprint...the rest had to go home n so anna asked me to look 4 earrings 4 her n seline n i tagged along...then went home...damn tired..completely forgot abt mothers day...shit...going to go out today play bball with anna n val then on the way home i buy something...gtg leavin soon ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. luv my senior bballers.they rock!!not to the extent like orelia n leticia..thats way tooooo much!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114749870382360613?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114749870382360613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114749870382360613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114749870382360613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114749870382360613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-wit-my-bball-skills-i-confirm-will.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114733698274934199</id><published>2006-05-11T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:43:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this feeling that i m not gonna play as in not gonna watch it either...like m i gonna be suspended? or is something worse then that gonna pop out of no where? i didnt do no nth wrong so i wouldnt get suspended...4 now ... wat the fuck is gonna happen? ok mabe its just a feeling who knows? mabe i m just so nervous..tooo nervous..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all my exams suck! i should have studied more and not play ball i should have!arghhhhhh nxt time i noe wat to do..ok i have to throw away my penknife...u can nv leave me alone with a pen knife...yet pen knifes...ull nv know wat id do with them..wat i m capable of.. throw them away of course! NOT..u should noe..its quite obvious...ok i better get going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114733698274934199?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114733698274934199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114733698274934199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114733698274934199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114733698274934199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-this-feeling-that-i-m-not-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114682739794488590</id><published>2006-05-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:52:05.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;like omgggg! i got into the sch team...basketball!! i feel so light...so bright plus scared of the matches..in 2 months...the more ithink abt it....there is not much time to train..ok so pratically i m mixed up with feelings..went 4 a walk with people...like this sch is filled with them inside out!! damn scary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess my exams r ok....geog sux but tamil suxx more!! cannot stand it !! well the only gd thing which happen today was knowing that i GOT INTO THE SCH TEAM!!well i might still drop out nxt yr so i cant be too overjoyed yet...yet..i still made! yay me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basketball is the best mann!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rule the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basketball rulz mine!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114682739794488590?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114682739794488590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114682739794488590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114682739794488590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114682739794488590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/like-omgggg-i-got-into-sch-team.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330457.post-114673895330741133</id><published>2006-05-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:35:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history exam was sooo bad although i studied... go so damn nervous and pratically forgot everything...alll that i learned! like omggggg!!! think i m gonna fail lah!worse still...tmr is tamil compo plus letter writing and geog..n i totally suck at those subjects lah!! n i forgot the layout 4 the letter! i m soooooo dead lah! okkk if i do badly now must study almost everyday alr...ahhhhhh!!better go off n studyyyyyyyyyyy!!! although it wouldnt work cause i got a  bad head ache... tooo much information......nth will go in my head once i get nervous...oh wellz:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330457-114673895330741133?l=bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114673895330741133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330457&amp;postID=114673895330741133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114673895330741133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330457/posts/default/114673895330741133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomsup-bblicious.blogspot.com/2006/05/history-exam-was-sooo-bad-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bblicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038231358672635914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
