<?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-29206069</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:54:24.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the roadrunner =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29206069.post-7798307041756189550</id><published>2007-05-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:18:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glittertrip.</title><content type='html'>glittertrip.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't be bothered anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-7798307041756189550?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7798307041756189550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=7798307041756189550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7798307041756189550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7798307041756189550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/05/glittertrip.html' title='glittertrip.'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29206069.post-9088722699049993490</id><published>2007-04-21T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T03:25:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NewLink</title><content type='html'>sophisticatedshit-.bravehost.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat's all that's left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-9088722699049993490?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9088722699049993490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=9088722699049993490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/9088722699049993490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/9088722699049993490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/newlink.html' title='NewLink'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-8471237227899980448</id><published>2007-04-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:17:05.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No change Of Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Change Of Blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not going to change my URL any moment. I'm horribly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:deeppink;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 April, 2007, 2:43PM, Library.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to die from all the activities that are going on now. Shall we count? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;one whole week&lt;/strong&gt; I am supposed to have the following done:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Attend cheerleading practice from Monday to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;-Make sure my cartwheels are right for competition on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;-Win cheerleading championship &lt;i&gt;like we did last year!&lt;/i&gt; on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare the stupid food for the stupid foodfair on Friday, &lt;u&gt;too!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Night classes on Monday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;-Come up with a dance routine for dance class in school with 3 people who can't exactly bust a move.&lt;br /&gt;-Come up with a gym routine for gym class, without &lt;u&gt;six members&lt;/u&gt; so that we can form the &lt;u&gt;human pyramid&lt;/u&gt; of my dreams, which is like, so freaking easy, for the love of god.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend Ankglung practices from Monday, Tuesday &amp; Thursday for upcoming SYF, which is like, &lt;b&gt;next week&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend Angklung SYF preview @ RGS on Saturday from freaking early morning at 8 till 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;-Get my hair and makeup ready for the SYF preview before 8.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend Choir practice on Saturday Night for the Easter Concert, which I don't know how to spell, so I'm not spelling it out.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend Project J on Friday, after my cheerleading and food-making/selling.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend church as usual on Sunday for choir practice, mass and class.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;amp; on top of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, maintain my composure and &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt; my mother, who seems to nag more during my this week of hell.&amp; to show love to people I love in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you know why I'm going to die. I've complained about too much parties and outings during my holidays, but I don't think I like this schedule better. I did mention that I'm in a dance team with people who can't even do a SIMPLE BODY ROLL! It's not that they're fat or skinny. They just can't move. Like, JUST CAN'T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This emotional outburst is too much for me to take. And Rozann and him don't like each other. As in, really don't like. One &lt;i&gt;buay tahan&lt;/i&gt; one, the other cannot stand the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually they both feel the same towards each other but one told me in a different language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is- I also &lt;i&gt;buay tahan&lt;/i&gt;/cannot stand this thing going on. But I'll front. 'Cause the last thing I need is for &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; of them to get angry with me. If that happens, I'll just crack. I love them both the same; they hate each other the same. Fascinating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did I mention, too, that I'm going to apply for the VJC IP thing? I know my intellectual capacity is not that much of a VJ standard, but I don't lose out on trying anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orhmygoshness, please. I'm really losing it. And instead of spending my time planning things out, I panic. It's a naturalbridgetreaction for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And apart from school shit, I still have people to think about. Yeah, like Rozann and &lt;em&gt;theotherone.&lt;/em&gt;  Sheesh man! And I have to make sure that I NEVER EVER lose my temper and shoot at another person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been listening to this HORRIBLY nice song. I feel so sorry for the both of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we share our secrets&lt;br /&gt;She knows everything&lt;br /&gt;That is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Lately, something's changed&lt;br /&gt;As I lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;A voice here inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Softly says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;To make that first move&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch and we&lt;br /&gt;Could cross the line&lt;br /&gt;And everytime she's near&lt;br /&gt;I wanna never let her go&lt;br /&gt;Confess to her what my heart knows&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would she say&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, would she just turn away&lt;br /&gt;Or would she promise me&lt;br /&gt;That she's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please DO NOT get the wrong idea. I just think this song is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-8471237227899980448?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8471237227899980448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=8471237227899980448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/8471237227899980448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/8471237227899980448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-change-of-blog.html' title='No change Of Blog'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-4766572658139237318</id><published>2007-04-11T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:07:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Sickening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf. Homework.ANd that stupid carnival that I have to get garlic bread for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's Project J. It's the only thing that keeps me sane nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.A.M.N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading practice is driving me nuts; it's clashing my other practices. So D.A.M.N please. I really want to win champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can suck for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and Lovely become captain, we'll shoot the other houses down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-4766572658139237318?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4766572658139237318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=4766572658139237318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/4766572658139237318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/4766572658139237318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/sickening.html' title='Sickening'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-5670376900583881390</id><published>2007-04-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:52:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Checked</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendsted Checked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went online today. And I made an amazing discovery. Lots of people in my extended network are viewing me. As in like, they're not connected, so I'm wondering how the hell I met them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. As in, how you find a profile that's not even related somehow by some friends. I'm starting to suspect someone &lt;i&gt;sabo&lt;/i&gt; me in Teenage mag, cause I haven't been buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ellos!!imm a niice keewl gurrl..jux wanna make summ fweens worrx.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I better go and buy the latest issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-5670376900583881390?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5670376900583881390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=5670376900583881390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/5670376900583881390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/5670376900583881390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendster-checked.html' title='Friendster Checked'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-3627073034200243941</id><published>2007-04-03T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:13:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science Class&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher next door was speaking particularly &lt;b&gt;LOUD&lt;/b&gt; using a mic, me &amp; Lovely couldn't help overhearing what he was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: Did you just hear that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: Hear what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: He said' menstration'. [like it was some big deal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: Yeah I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That super loud teacher next door: TURN TO PAGE 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bridget&amp;amp;Lovely: [scrambles for textbook and flips feverently, only to find out it was the topic on Transportation] Chei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 SPLIT second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bridget&amp;Lovely: WORKBOOK WORKBOOK!!![scramble for workbook equally feverently &amp;amp; flips. only to find it was also about Transportation] Walao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: PRACTICAL WORKBOOK PRACTICAL WORKBOOK!!![Scrambles for it, once again, feverently]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: [Pause one second and wait for Lovely to turn to page 12] Eh,wait. Menstration &lt;i&gt;how to have practical activity?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-3627073034200243941?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3627073034200243941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=3627073034200243941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/3627073034200243941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/3627073034200243941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/science-class_03.html' title='Science Class'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-5328339303924673999</id><published>2007-04-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:13:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science Class&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher next door was speaking particularly &lt;b&gt;LOUD&lt;/b&gt; using a mic, me &amp; Lovely couldn't help overhearing what he was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: Did you just hear that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: Hear what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: He said' menstration'. [like it was some big deal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: Yeah I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That super loud teacher next door: TURN TO PAGE 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bridget&amp;amp;Lovely: [scrambles for textbook and flips feverently, only to find out it was the topic on Transportation] Chei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 SPLIT second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bridget&amp;Lovely: WORKBOOK WORKBOOK!!![scramble for workbook equally feverently &amp;amp; flips. only to find it was also about Transportation] Walao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lovely: PRACTICAL WORKBOOK PRACTICAL WORKBOOK!!![Scrambles for it, once again, feverently]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget: [Pause one second and wait for Lovely to turn to page 12] Eh,wait. Menstration &lt;i&gt;how to have practical activity?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-5328339303924673999?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5328339303924673999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=5328339303924673999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/5328339303924673999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/5328339303924673999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/science-class.html' title='Science Class'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-6805613549683519717</id><published>2007-04-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:35:50.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Bus Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bloody Bus Ad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the anti-smoking ad is fake. The woman is a bloody model. But it still creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What creeps me out more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY'RE STARTING TO PUT THAT AD AT BUS STOPS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad near my bus-stop is a Meet The Robinsons ad, so it's quite cheery and makes me feel alright in the morning at &lt;u&gt;5.30am&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if they put the smoking ad at my bus stop, I will stand under my block and wait for the bus.  When I see the bus I will then &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt; to the bus stop. SO I won't have to spend the whole time waiting with a freak woman staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd the distance between my house and the bus stop is not very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-6805613549683519717?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6805613549683519717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=6805613549683519717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6805613549683519717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6805613549683519717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloody-bus-ad.html' title='Bloody Bus Ad'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-2635008032416461553</id><published>2007-03-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:52:37.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MRT Panic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the train stopped in the mid of no where, and my thoughts went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause on Sunday night I was talking to Dom and Chels while watching this Discovery Channel thing about two airplanes &lt;i&gt;blangah&lt;/i&gt; into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept having wild thoughts, like another train will also &lt;i&gt;blangah&lt;/i&gt; into my train. Everyone who were sleeping woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, Rozann put two one-dollar coins onto her two eyes. Then she was like, &lt;u&gt;"Bridget, look at me!"&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jessica &lt;i&gt;the great&lt;/i&gt; just said, &lt;u&gt;"they put coins on dead people's eyes."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-2635008032416461553?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2635008032416461553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=2635008032416461553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/2635008032416461553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/2635008032416461553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/mrt-panic.html' title='MRT Panic'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-2282214056395711377</id><published>2007-03-23T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:55:55.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lovely Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept like a bloody baby last night. And not that kind of baby that wakes up every 2 hours. The kind that can sleep through for god knows how many hours and not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and had toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's really nice. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Project J night. I dont' know why, I always look forward to Friday nights. Then we had 3 new people, Matthew, Nicholas and Jacqueline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew's damn funny. When Nicole ask for tissue, he will unfold the whole tissue until it's like, squared then he'll hand it to Nicole with two hands. I noticed it immediately and me &amp; Sampson started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night going online, checking my Friendster and thinking about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tonight. There's going to be a &lt;b&gt;pool party&lt;/b&gt; at Lovely's and we're gonna mess the hell out of ourselves. The girls are gonna go out and hang before she comes back from Japan around 7, and we're gonna crash her house at 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman had better gotten something for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-2282214056395711377?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2282214056395711377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=2282214056395711377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/2282214056395711377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/2282214056395711377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovely-night.html' title='Lovely Night'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-319951105761759100</id><published>2007-03-23T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:41:24.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Layout Madness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, makeover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it nice or what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-319951105761759100?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/319951105761759100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=319951105761759100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/319951105761759100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/319951105761759100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/layout-madness.html' title='Layout Madness'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-6977691532076918920</id><published>2007-03-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:00:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody 2C Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bloody 2C Women&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a captain's ball match against 2C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played against both their teams. One of their teams really ticked me off. She was being such a bitch can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: MONA THROW HIGH BALL TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;She: high your head la&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: Shut the fuck up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-6977691532076918920?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6977691532076918920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=6977691532076918920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6977691532076918920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6977691532076918920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-2c-women.html' title='Bloody 2C Women'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-3668317408414026245</id><published>2007-03-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:18:56.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Made Use Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little Made Use of&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yesterday I spent the day talking to Chetwin and I realised lots of things about ZhongXi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even Chetwin says that he wanks until his face goes white. So Yu Heng wasn't joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he got dumped by his ex girlfriend and was cheated and used. I was laughing like a godamned idiot when he told me. Then me and Rozann were checking his Friendster. Banana tree was spelt wrongly. For some reason me and Rozann just kept laughing at 'banan' tree. The only thing greater than a mother's love is garlic breath. Rozann and I were cracking the hell out of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely's party's coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-3668317408414026245?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3668317408414026245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=3668317408414026245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/3668317408414026245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/3668317408414026245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-made-use-of.html' title='Little Made Use Of'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-213949121381491830</id><published>2007-03-18T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:11:34.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New BlogSkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;New BlogSkin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the blogskin. &amp; I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;The old one was cute. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today after the movie. I just came home and online-d the whole day talking to Rozann, Yuheng, Vignesh, Shafi and Rahman. Amazingly they're the only people I talked to today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-213949121381491830?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/213949121381491830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=213949121381491830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/213949121381491830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/213949121381491830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-blogskin.html' title='New BlogSkin'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-4382432585182890922</id><published>2007-03-18T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:25:04.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomp The Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stomp The Yard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at church and the movies, watching Stomp The Yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Cristy and Debra could have died from all that eye candy. Their bods are like, miraculous. We had lunch, then we took some neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique came to save the day, because I was hopeless at designing the neoprint. Then he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, Dominique comes, Dominique helps, Dominique goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went to the cinema, this &lt;em&gt;Lao Ah Pek&lt;/em&gt; whistled at us. Debra was like, "Sorry, we &lt;strong&gt;too young&lt;/strong&gt; for you already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was still going through the Stomp The Yard europhia, I put my MSN display as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rozann saw it and had a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;haha stomp the yard&lt;br /&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;must why stomp on ZX's dick&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;no thanks&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;too dirty&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;don't make my foot dirty&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;you can just use dettol after that :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;like, wear silettho or smth&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah then you can fill up the maths concept page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;so out of point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;activity: stomping on zx's dick&lt;br /&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;concept: surface area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;surface area&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;:can't be measured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;reflection: the sharper my heels, the more pain the bastard gets.&lt;br /&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;too small.&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozann says:&lt;br /&gt;microscopic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I told Yuheng about it. He was like,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;ppl keep saein he masturbate too much&lt;br /&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;den face bcome white&lt;br /&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;same to keneth tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;he does&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;u gt bf nw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;malay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;duno thought u lyk malay de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do&lt;br /&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++yu heng+++ says:&lt;br /&gt;den sudenli lyk &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bridget; yes i'm gonna stomp the yard says:&lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those two are freaking hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&amp;amp; ZhongXi has a new catch. Some SCGS girl. Haha, good luck to that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-4382432585182890922?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4382432585182890922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=4382432585182890922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/4382432585182890922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/4382432585182890922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/stomp-yard.html' title='Stomp The Yard'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-6081540917273869376</id><published>2007-03-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:00:49.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bite Back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to change my Friendster URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's friendster.com/deypoopqueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I came up with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day talking to Desmond, RozannPeas and Vignesh. The holidays are sucking off. I haven't got much to do recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either sleep or school camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling empty and hollow now. I hate this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered I have a pint of Ben &amp; Jerry's in the fridge. I'm starting this habit where I collect all my BJ pints. It recently hit me that I have eaten quite alot but I just threw the pint away. I'm going to set a record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-6081540917273869376?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6081540917273869376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=6081540917273869376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6081540917273869376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6081540917273869376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/bite-back.html' title='Bite Back'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-6946845222650523347</id><published>2007-03-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:03:11.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blogging Mood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn. I've lost the blogging mood. As in, yes I still love blogging, but I've no more creative juices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-6946845222650523347?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6946845222650523347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=6946845222650523347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6946845222650523347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6946845222650523347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-mood.html' title='Blogging Mood'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-7972186871769985788</id><published>2007-03-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:19:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fillet O Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fillet O Fish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that there was a thin layer of cheese in between my fillet o fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-7972186871769985788?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7972186871769985788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=7972186871769985788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7972186871769985788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7972186871769985788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/fillet-o-fish.html' title='Fillet O Fish'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-7861547123597458417</id><published>2007-03-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:45:13.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about River Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;More About RiverIsland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty poofed about RiverIsland. It really costs a bomb, but the clothes there are just &lt;i&gt;funkadelic&lt;/i&gt;! A decent top costs about $50 I guess. A normal grandmother pumps cost $105.  Wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But seriously, the clothes there are fab!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-7861547123597458417?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7861547123597458417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=7861547123597458417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7861547123597458417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7861547123597458417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-about-river-island.html' title='More about River Island'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-1995005554293925421</id><published>2007-03-12T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:54:08.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Died Like What</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RiverIsland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vivo again today. And I stepped into RiverIsland. And I could die from seeing all the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; I still got my pumps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are looking so freaking cute, red with all the cherries. I'm going to burst my mamma's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a &lt;u&gt;poor&lt;/u&gt; girl now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-1995005554293925421?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1995005554293925421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=1995005554293925421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/1995005554293925421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/1995005554293925421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/died-like-what.html' title='Died Like What'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-6154050780728217084</id><published>2007-03-11T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:48:05.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm Back Again!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt; to my new blogskin. In honour of it, I shall use a red font.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I survived camp. Impressive huh. The camp really did it. I'm tougher than I was now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Week Ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S AN ANT ON MY CUP. AH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF![SCREAMS HYSTERICALLY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; ant, get off my drink. [Flicks the poor ant off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a new friend. This black tame cat. It was so adorable, but lots of people screamed when they saw it. Tin Wei and I were going back to our dorms when we realised 3 cats came over to chill. She was screaming and begging me to go in and take her booklet for her. I went in with a torchlight (because the freaking lightbulb bombed) and I accidentally shined directly at a cat. I walked out and one cat came flying towards me and grabbed my leg with all its four paws. I just shook it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of activities, and it was pretty interesting. Shafi's our camp counsellor and he's great. He was pretty tense during the first day, but then he warmed up. We were the first secondary girls' school he handled, so that kinda explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day where we had seafood for our last lunch. It was real cool, because Jocelyn Kow then told me that although I was abstaining from meat for the season of lent, I could actually eat seafood. That was when I attacked the fish. It was practical heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPbQbSda0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S45gh3EsP2M/s1600-h/fishie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040613483207289666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPbQbSda0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S45gh3EsP2M/s320/fishie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We whack until &lt;i&gt;gila&lt;/i&gt;, and we left the head there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPa97SdazI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLOf9_fj7oE/s1600-h/fishead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040613165379709746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPa97SdazI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLOf9_fj7oE/s320/fishead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I came up with this &lt;i&gt;really, really really&lt;/i&gt; fab idea. We decided to vent our anger. So the fishhead was:&lt;br /&gt;1. Putra.[Diyanah]&lt;br /&gt;2. ZhongXi.[Me]&lt;br /&gt;3. Febyan.[Lovely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPcHbSda1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FzFBFrGl5LU/s1600-h/fishead+gna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040614428100094802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPcHbSda1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FzFBFrGl5LU/s320/fishead+gna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whack until like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPchbSda2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FOkucuEmBMg/s1600-h/fishgna+more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040614874776693602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPchbSda2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FOkucuEmBMg/s320/fishgna+more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome became pretty bad when I though of ZhongXi. I really whacked the fish and tore it apart.But it wasn't enough. Lovely still wanted &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPda7Sda4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WhUFqWbXcm8/s1600-h/fish+gna+most.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615862619171714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPda7Sda4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WhUFqWbXcm8/s320/fish+gna+most.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There there, now you know a woman's worth. We were making so much noise, screaming and poking the fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally went to church today. After that went for lunch with the usual gang and went over the Mel's house. We also played pool. I do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; like pool. I tried once and gave up. We watched Happy Feet too. &amp;amp; I accidentally broke Mel's glass. Chris came out with the broom and dustpan and swept it all away. I was feeling pretty bad. It's like one of those akward moments when no one says a thing as the glass is being swept away. &lt;i&gt;Hueergh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-6154050780728217084?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6154050780728217084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=6154050780728217084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6154050780728217084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/6154050780728217084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back Again!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vMCb5qByPIY/RfPbQbSda0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S45gh3EsP2M/s72-c/fishie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29206069.post-1529294589121661358</id><published>2007-03-06T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:41:53.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Outburts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Emotional Outbursts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for camp until Saturday. Till then, I'll have my baby blanket with me throughout the camp. Rahman asked why, and I told him it's my emotional needs. The blanket fufils it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to highlight, except that 99.9% of the shit loaded will be in Ziploc bags. I think it's a smart idea, Ms. Celine Quek, because I think I can get by the day just holding a Ziploc bag with all my shit inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's paranoid-ing about the shorts issue. Everyone does not have enough shorts. Funny. I'm going to have to re-use my P.E shorts. Really wonderful, 'cause apparently I only have 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be sleeping in booty denims, but I don't think that will be much of a deal because it's just sleeping. I'll wake up and change right into a more appropriate pair of shorts. Why? Cause there's &lt;b&gt;not enough&lt;/b&gt; shorts again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school, Chloe talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe: Why you and ZhongXI break up huh? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridget: I dont' know la. He's an ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe: I asked Zhongxi, and he told me he broke up with you because he likes me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, okay, I have nothing to say to that. For all I know, he can tell his friends about me and they might all go against me, but it's not like we love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winona is the fab, Adeline the wonderful, Lovely the great, Rozann the unexpectedly vulgar, Cristy &amp; Chelsea the bomb, Mel the super. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe ZhongXi likes Chloe. Like, &lt;i&gt;ohmygod&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever. They're made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m going to camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-1529294589121661358?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1529294589121661358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=1529294589121661358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/1529294589121661358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/1529294589121661358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotional-outburts.html' title='Emotional Outburts'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-7655779844492426563</id><published>2007-03-05T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:58:49.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm Back!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and kisses to you! I'm using blogger now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a movie with Rozann yesterday, and I was wearing a white floral skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Then I accidentally spilt &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt; cheese on my skirt. My &lt;b&gt;white&lt;/b&gt; skirt. So there was a mess. We moved to the frontest row just so I could &lt;i&gt;attempt&lt;/i&gt; cleaning it. Oviously, there was a big patch there and I walked around Vivo with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went to Marina Bay Long Beach for dinner, with the &lt;b&gt;big patch&lt;/b&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-7655779844492426563?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7655779844492426563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=7655779844492426563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7655779844492426563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/7655779844492426563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-117050101391033393</id><published>2007-02-03T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:10:13.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One For Joscelin</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;One For Joscelin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During D&amp;T, we had super lots of fun. Joscelin, is an extreme tomboy, who doesn't believe in making herself look beautiful. So Ashwinnie decided to mess her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/285039/JOSCELIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/932831/JOSCELIN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wanted to take pictures of her. Immediately, countless handphones were whipped out, without caring whether Mr. Prem would get upset. Because apparently he is like, a discipline master. But he was busy, and we just couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Lovely Taidy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-117050101391033393?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/117050101391033393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=117050101391033393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117050101391033393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117050101391033393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-for-joscelin.html' title='One For Joscelin'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-117049549296637040</id><published>2007-02-03T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:38:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let It Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose to walk away from Christ. You put him your first priority about all your other events, and when everything turns around and falls on you, you think it's his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost faith in him because of whatever that happened. But in the first place, it all happened because of your choices. You &lt;b&gt;CHOSE&lt;/b&gt; to skip your trainings for church events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're off the team, it's 'his fault'. Think back. I'm not telling you all this as your girlfriend or whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have even converted to be a Christian in the first place, if you're not willing to let it all go. You're blaming Christ for being kicked off the team. But honestly, it was all in your path of choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to have such a 'whatever' attitude towards Christ. I don't want you to turn back to Christ just because of this post. You might not turn back anyway, but if you ever do, do it because you still have faith in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around and blame him for ALL THAT. It was your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want him to have done something during your rough patch, why didn't you bother to talk to him? You just gave him up like that. Because of your choices, you made it seem like it was his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say to you. You don't have enought faith in him. You expected him to do everything when you've fallen. No it's not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously isn't supposed to be like that. I rest my case on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously think back about what I said, if you're still considering. If you've forgotten it all, go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-117049549296637040?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/117049549296637040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=117049549296637040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117049549296637040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117049549296637040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-it-go.html' title='Let It Go'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-117048238311389419</id><published>2007-02-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:59:43.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeches Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leeches Attack&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was online with Lovely, and this is what we talked about. Pardon the vulgarities, you'll understand why they were used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;you little condratictive nymph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;yay...I'ma cockroach!!&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I wanna tel you sth bout EFL&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;bring salt and lotion&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;salt to melt the leeches&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;lotion to keep them off your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew, melt the leeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;normal lotion or what.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;like, pour salt on them&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;then they start melting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;before oyu sleep, put a circle of salt around your tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;then as they walk on it, they'll melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;i am going to bring TEN BOTTLES OF SALT&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew, fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, you can se how many leeches you killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;i wake up in the morning with all them funny things around.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EH FUCK~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeha&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;emm...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;never touch a leech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew no, DON'T CONTINUE.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew, lLIKE I WILL! [touch a leech]&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;fucking gross!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think the fuck word came out one time too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;it's eggs are like, microscopic, and they CANNOT BE DESTRYOED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR TELLIN ME!&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;so, they can grow in your stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;[runs around with underwear in hand]&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW FUCK FUCK~!&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;SOTP IT STOP IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;[USES UNDERWEAR TO SMACK THEM]&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD I KNOW IF THEIR BLOODY EGGS FALL INTO MY EAR , NOSE AND MOUTH?&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;my dad told me all this. Coz when he was younger than us, he would go pluck vegetables. and the leeches would be everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;they won't fall...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;they just stick to things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY TAIDY, STOP IT STOP IT~&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;[THROWS UNDERWEAR AT YOU]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;the lotion is so that they cannot grip oin your skin&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;they would slip off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY, ahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;if you can, bring like anit-mosquito spray&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;spray it on your body after you put on the lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE LIKE A SUPER SUCKER, SPRAYING EVERYTHING ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;leeches would stay away coz you'll smell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;wait, how do the leeches come into the tent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;they crawl&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;they're smal you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THEY CRAWL, STUPID&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;AS IN HOW.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;if we zip the entire tent up&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;how do they get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm..if there's wind, the tent would like, move...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;and shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;so, there would be openings...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;and they crawl in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;no there won't.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;zip up the tent la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;but still, just bring salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh, FUCKNUT GROSS LA.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;manymany salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;I"m brining mosquito bite spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;if i find leeches at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;so that you won't scratch on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll THROW ALL MY UNDERWEAR UP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;then I'm brining salt...and lotion...and the hand liquid thing...&lt;br /&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;kills germs and bactria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew ew ew ew&lt;br /&gt;bridget+ralph=hot, sexy &amp;amp; seductive pair. says:&lt;br /&gt;underwear attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:[V. Fang:[ No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me... says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we had a pretty enlightening conversation about leeches. And lots of fuck words too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dearlove, I'm really really sorry about what happened with your coach. I told you, talk to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-117048238311389419?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/117048238311389419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=117048238311389419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117048238311389419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117048238311389419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/leeches-attack.html' title='Leeches Attack'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-117015208415159884</id><published>2007-01-30T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:14:44.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;So Long&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Igy, i was really worried that day! I was so paranoid I didn't want to sing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting into TOOmuch trouble. My parents found out about ZhongXi. Wonderful, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been spending my past few days @ a funeral. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messed up pretty much, RIGHT BESIDE THE COFFIN!!!!!!!! There was a foodfight, that went pretty bad. I had fries and McChichken wrapper on me. The wrapper was dirty, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't reflect about what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I JUST got another pint of Ben &amp; Jerry's Cherry Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-117015208415159884?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/117015208415159884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=117015208415159884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117015208415159884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/117015208415159884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-long.html' title='So long.'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116971538227873046</id><published>2007-01-25T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:56:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust You</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I trust You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are telling me stuff about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really trust you, please tell me it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116971538227873046?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116971538227873046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116971538227873046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116971538227873046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116971538227873046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-trust-you.html' title='I trust You'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116971504087984902</id><published>2007-01-25T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:50:40.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheerleading!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Cheerleading practice started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all smiles=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116971504087984902?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116971504087984902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116971504087984902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116971504087984902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116971504087984902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheerleading.html' title='Cheerleading!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116938179296955191</id><published>2007-01-21T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:16:33.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaric's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alaric's Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fair, Alaric's party is so fun. He has piniata. I dont' even have one. I haven't even hit 1 before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his birthday cake is super cool!!!!!!! It was pre-made, pre-ordered 4 days before. And his house is super big. So big, like really big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an ice-cream cake with a cake and a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mans, I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116938179296955191?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116938179296955191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116938179296955191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116938179296955191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116938179296955191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/alarics-party.html' title='Alaric&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116937617347074333</id><published>2007-01-21T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:42:53.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RoadRunner SleepRun</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RoadRunner Sleep Run&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is so adorable. He has this mad interest in Roadrunner. That beep creature that runs super fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, he sleepwalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of like sleep-roadran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up, ran around, then he said beep beep. Then went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am not making this up. Impressive huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like mad when my dad told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116937617347074333?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116937617347074333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116937617347074333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116937617347074333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116937617347074333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/roadrunner-sleeprun.html' title='RoadRunner SleepRun'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116936382228240781</id><published>2007-01-20T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:17:02.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Password</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Password&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have probably set a password already. 'Cause I have lots of stuff to talk about, that's extreme NA21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Adults 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umhumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are lots of details in my life that are extreme NA21. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more when I've confirmed that the password is working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116936382228240781?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116936382228240781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116936382228240781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116936382228240781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116936382228240781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/password.html' title='Password'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116926497228009941</id><published>2007-01-19T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:49:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frances And Her Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frances And Her Funny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daffy: &lt;br /&gt;My name is Daffy&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't no duck&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me,&lt;br /&gt;Well good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shabuya, sha sha shabuya role call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: &lt;br /&gt;My name is Tim,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm slim,&lt;br /&gt;and if you want me&lt;br /&gt;come to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabuya sha sha shabuya role call.&lt;br /&gt;Bridget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is bridge.&lt;br /&gt;give you three wishes&lt;br /&gt;and if you taste me&lt;br /&gt;i'm bridgelicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shabuya sha sha  shabuya role call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel:&lt;br /&gt;my name is mel&lt;br /&gt;i love to party&lt;br /&gt;and when i shake it&lt;br /&gt;dem boys say, "hi mamie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Cristy, Frances, couldn't remember what were your lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116926497228009941?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116926497228009941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116926497228009941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116926497228009941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116926497228009941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/frances-and-her-funny.html' title='Frances And Her Funny'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116926017974421828</id><published>2007-01-19T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:29:39.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long For So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;So Long For So Long&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! There's so much to blog about, I'll return tags first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: Um, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: I already got it understood.&lt;br /&gt;Jeckie: Eh, use your name la, Jeff Hardy abit posuer leh.&lt;br /&gt;Eos: I'm doing fine, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Debs: What CHEEKEN?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Can't you see I"m online now?&lt;br /&gt;Rahman: Eh, funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so exhausted with all the activities. Schoolwork is mad. Project J music ministry practice is still okay, but yesterday, it started at 6.30, and I arrived home at 6.30. I showered and ran, then someone was like, "eh, no eat, no getting out of the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate. Very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History projects have been driving me up the wall. ON friday, I was so tired, I feel asleep during D&amp;T. And I was right infront of the teacher. But I was so tired. During Project J, I was going to fall asleep, until Frances jabbed me HARD in my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I slept late last night 'Cause I was conferencing with Val and Zhong Xi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I woke up at 9. Abit impossible, 'cause I told Val I would wake at 1. But amazingly, I woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tuition every Thursday. The people there are WAY freaky. I have 3 guys around me. They're super scary and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, is always with a cold, and using his t-shirt to rub off who-knows-what off his nose. I swear, It's super super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, is some loner dude who looks super weird, [but I"m not being mean or anything, but he freaks me] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:  Little chubby guy who laughs at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any of these up. I"m just unlucky to have tuition with such funny freaky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do this campaign for Ashwinnie, since she's been elected student leader. I wore this tag that said," Future SuperWOman Student Leader ASSISTANT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She wore the same, without the Assistant word, and wore a black cape and walked around school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had this MNM pop bottle. Ash got a kick out of it. I pop, she scream. Then falls backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116926017974421828?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116926017974421828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116926017974421828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116926017974421828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116926017974421828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-long-for-so-long.html' title='So Long For So Long'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116869472513560074</id><published>2007-01-13T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:25:29.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures Again!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making home made popcorn. The type you have to put in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;I shall show you.&lt;br /&gt;1. PUT THE FLAT PACKET IN THE MICROWAVE.AND HEAT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/431533/bripics%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/56063/bripics%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.LEAVE IT TO HEAT UP. AS IT HEATS, IT WILL EXPANDS, 'CAUSE THE KERNELS ARE EXPANDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/164277/bripics%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/206143/bripics%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WAIT SOMEMORE.IT'S ALMOST DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/715481/bripics%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/515362/bripics%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HARD WORK OF MY LABOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/383040/bripics%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/686977/bripics%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was all happy and mad with the camera, I decided to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/29767/bripics%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/331946/bripics%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all smiles now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116869472513560074?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116869472513560074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116869472513560074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116869472513560074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116869472513560074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-again.html' title='Pictures Again'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116862082763182569</id><published>2007-01-12T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:53:47.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff A girl Should Definitely Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuff A Girl Should Definitely Know About Guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are. &lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER. &lt;br /&gt;3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too. &lt;br /&gt;4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around. &lt;br /&gt;6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going &lt;br /&gt;out with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us &lt;br /&gt;it's that time of the month and nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our &lt;br /&gt;mustache, beard, or sideburns looked cool. &lt;br /&gt;10. We never shave our legs. So get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just &lt;br /&gt;wrong............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will &lt;br /&gt;tell us, if you don't. &lt;br /&gt;13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, &lt;br /&gt;98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at &lt;br /&gt;least we can stand up and go pee. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it &lt;br /&gt;would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like &lt;br /&gt;to know that you love us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the &lt;br /&gt;plans sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might &lt;br /&gt;get what you wish for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". &lt;br /&gt;That's just mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and &lt;br /&gt;laugh when we believe you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like &lt;br /&gt;yours better anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a &lt;br /&gt;relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;24. PMS is not an excuse. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you &lt;br /&gt;should put it up when you're done. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26............ Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his &lt;br /&gt;stomach..... and maybe....oh nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with &lt;br /&gt;your friends, but to us it's just wrong. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. We always notice how funny it is after your rip out our &lt;br /&gt;heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but &lt;br /&gt;we'll pretend like you are anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116862082763182569?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116862082763182569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116862082763182569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116862082763182569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116862082763182569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff-girl-should-definitely-know.html' title='Stuff A girl Should Definitely Know'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116856506180907944</id><published>2007-01-11T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:24:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spammers/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can't stand, are people who make noise on my blog and don't leave their name. Isnt' it irritating? They have to face to flaunt their shit, but they can't put their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Valerie got one of those people on her blog. I just trashed that bloody spmmer. Why are they such immature freaks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And Abbey's got a boyfried. He's 17! When I talk about 17year old guys, she makes noise that they're too old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116856506180907944?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116856506180907944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116856506180907944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116856506180907944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116856506180907944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/spammers.html' title='Spammers'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116834652881487221</id><published>2007-01-09T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:42:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angklung Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;Angklung Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took the 855 bus as usual, &amp; I saw Kristel. We started chatting, and then I uncovered a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been taking the earliest bus for this whole year since school started. And I don't usually take that bus. So it's like, I've been waking up &lt;U&gt;EXTRA&lt;/U&gt; early for school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116834652881487221?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116834652881487221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116834652881487221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116834652881487221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116834652881487221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/angklung-day.html' title='Angklung Day'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116815237303620844</id><published>2007-01-06T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:46:13.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Saddening</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;How Saddening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got really emotional. I guess it's normal. I was making lots of noise to myself. About how SD's damage has been affecting me, &amp; how AL has also been affecting me[not in a bad way, but it's not really a good way].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about how happy I am in Project J, but when I go home, I feel hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollow, not in the head[although I tend to be sometimes], but hollow as in empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm blogging, I'm thinking about lots of stuff. At the same time, I'm msning Aqua &amp; Jeckie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be affected. But each time they come rolling by, it all starts over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, went for lunch with Frances, Dominic, Chelsea, Cristy, Debra &amp; Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, laughed extremely loud, then the people started flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Macdonalds, mind you. A very small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph, Gino, Joseph, Debra's sis, Leslie, Stefano, Timothy &amp; Alexis all came in at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made more noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; Frances's working @ LauraAshley. She talked about frolicking with flamingoes. Then we tried to imagine while she tried to show. More loud laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people are the ones I feel myself when I'm with them. In school, I have to carry this persona where I'm some girl with freak personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During mass, we messed up big time. Frances was so pissed, but she kept it down under. Michael kept going super loud. Like, suddenly loud. We all turned around to look at him. Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah Girls 2 c'mn. Oh yeah. But I can't imagine the world getting all hyped up about it when it was already previewed in America. Like High School Musical. I talk to some of them about it before the Asian Preview, &amp; they looked like I was some freakazoid or something. After it came out, they got all over it. How disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I shall go to the Cheetah Party on 28 December with Diyanah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116815237303620844?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116815237303620844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116815237303620844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116815237303620844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116815237303620844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-saddening.html' title='How Saddening'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116801116253011985</id><published>2007-01-05T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:32:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma's New Stupid Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mamma's New Stupid Rule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the term the woman of the house laid on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Online, once a week, 1 hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so speechless, I'm not going to argue with her. 'Cause that will lead me no where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, the person that I REALLY REALLY REALLY have to talk to is NOT online, which kind of drives me insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case on my mother. Let me tell you some stuff, then you will finally feel sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No handphone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go home STRAIGHT after school EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;3. The online rule.&lt;br /&gt;4. No supper after Project J.&lt;br /&gt;5. No midnight chats. [Although I broke it many times]&lt;br /&gt;6. No going out with my friends often. Like, casual meetings @ the library ALSO CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt;7. Above that all, did I mention, no handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SUFFERING SO BADLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO GET THIS KIND OF FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I mentioned that the person I had something important to tell wasn't online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That adds to my irritatance. My mother, as everyone will surely agree, is super unreasonable. Please cry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what's worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT J MUSIC MINISTRY PRACTICE CHANGE TO THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE EXTRA CLASSES ON THURSDAY. WHAT IS MY PROBLEM WITH THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super emotional today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116801116253011985?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116801116253011985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116801116253011985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116801116253011985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116801116253011985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/mammas-new-stupid-rule.html' title='Mamma&apos;s New Stupid Rule'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116760026005885528</id><published>2006-12-31T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:24:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie Movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:12 AM. I just came home from Plaza Sing. Left aound 1:45 and now I'm back here, on the bed, with the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same spot. Same stuff. Same webpage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Night At The Museum. Pretty pointless, but hilarious. Before that I was msning with Jeckie. He's quite a pretty boring person to talk to. I mean, they typical one-word person. "Okay. lol. hahas. ya." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by the amount of people present @ the movie. Almost full house. I sat beside some guy who talked to himself. Throughout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie I was super stone. In the car, no matter how loud redhotmix was blasting, I was going to fall asleep. So when we arrived, I was determined to go online, but was still quite tired, so I told Shaun to somewhat slap me. He was too light. I slapped myself awake, so here I am, typing away to the occasional laughs of some man downstairs. I bet he's bangladesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's like Bangla Holiday day. I drove past this workshop, &amp; MANY MANY bangladesh people were out, waiting for coaches. Happy bangla day to all you banglas out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALthough I doubt any banglas would be reading my blog, since they're internet-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun's on the bed, texting his fingers away. I didn't knwo Louis texted him. Until he told me. Which was quite late, since he and my friend, which is his sister anyway, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littlekids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been online for so long. I don't know what to do. Either too much internet is driving me to insanity, or I'll have to do something useful. Like read blogs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S ASLEEP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116760026005885528?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116760026005885528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116760026005885528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116760026005885528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116760026005885528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/movie-movie.html' title='Movie Movie'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116758599042707045</id><published>2006-12-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:26:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007, not looking forward to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007, not looking forward to you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.19am in the middle of the night. The Earth just turned 2007 years. Bc, AC, don't ask me. My history facts are corupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to leave for some midnight movie with Shaun &amp; Lynn. I guess there's finally some New Year entertainment, rather than just talk to Rahman or Louis or Eos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten dinner, so I'm growling. Both inside &amp; out. I didn't bring anything to Shaun's house. No money, no wallet, no food[ =) ] no nothing. I swear, I'm super hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007. School's starting soon. My mother is making me-going-14 out to be some serious shit. The regular you-growing-up already stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up. Now that I think about it. I can't believe what difference 1 year makes. At 12, I was dying to turn 13. Now that I'm 13, I dont' think I want to go on to 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &amp; 13 has been the most emotional moments of my life. And I'm only 13 now. I can't imagine how much more drama I'll be going through next year. All the malayboy rubbish with Mirza, Izwan, Syafiq. Oh my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my parents are cool with Rahman. Anyway they have nothing to fear. We're just pure good friends. I"m his fairygodmother. Do you think we have something going on between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sec 1 education. I am so gonna sink for sec 2. I'm already looking forward to the JUne holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast tomorrow there's another party. So I can cheer up. Rozannmight be coming too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I gotta look on the bright side. Although I can't find any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116758599042707045?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116758599042707045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116758599042707045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116758599042707045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116758599042707045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007-not-looking-forward-to-you.html' title='2007, not looking forward to you'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116757757550499728</id><published>2006-12-31T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T07:06:15.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Quiz!</title><content type='html'>My guy's hair style should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]long&lt;br /&gt;[ ]curly&lt;br /&gt;[ ]clean cut&lt;br /&gt;[ ]kalbo&lt;br /&gt;[x]spike&lt;br /&gt;[x]Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.the color of his hair should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]black&lt;br /&gt;[x]brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ]pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ]red&lt;br /&gt;[x]multi-colored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.he should be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]performer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]gamer&lt;br /&gt;[x]not quite, can't do anything about&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]leader&lt;br /&gt;[x]athlete&lt;br /&gt;[x]musician&lt;br /&gt;[ ]honor student&lt;br /&gt;[ ]prince/princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. he should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]tall&lt;br /&gt;[ ]6 footer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]small&lt;br /&gt;[ ]5"6 and below in height&lt;br /&gt;[x]anything nice for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]romantic&lt;br /&gt;[x]bad boy&lt;br /&gt;[x]simple&lt;br /&gt;[ ]nerd&lt;br /&gt;[ ]shy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. His skin should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]dark as an african&lt;br /&gt;[ ]mestizo/mestiza&lt;br /&gt;[ ]moreno&lt;br /&gt;[ ]anak araw&lt;br /&gt;[x]tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He should be good in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sports&lt;br /&gt;[ ]math&lt;br /&gt;[ ]science&lt;br /&gt;[x]art&lt;br /&gt;[x]music&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cooking&lt;br /&gt;[ ]fortune telling&lt;br /&gt;[x]surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my ideal guy eyes should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]big as an owl&lt;br /&gt;[ ]chinito/chinita&lt;br /&gt;[x]round eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]none of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the color of his eyes should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]blue&lt;br /&gt;[ ]green&lt;br /&gt;[x]brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ]red&lt;br /&gt;[ ]pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ]gray&lt;br /&gt;[x]black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. our age gap should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]just a few months&lt;br /&gt;[x]1 year&lt;br /&gt;[ ]2-5 years&lt;br /&gt;[ ]more than 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. our date should be in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;[x]park&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cinema&lt;br /&gt;[ ]paris&lt;br /&gt;[x]Theme Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this quiz is quite pointless, but it's New Year's eve &amp; I haven't been doing anything good but talk to Louis on the phone. Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He posed as his sister to get some answers out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Shaun's house now. I can't talk on the phone with him around. Every small thing I comment, he'll reply. I'm not even talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He consumed too much sugar. We were drinking the Double Chocolate from McCafe &amp; I think he had way too much sugar. Sugar High, he calls it. So he keeps making me laugh while talking to Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept screaming &amp; laughing. While Louis just sat there &amp; listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what a lonely New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions. Why bother making them? I'm bound to break 'em before February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, since New Year Eve's been SO SAD, for me, [cause all the fun was @ clark quay, some festival going on with percussionists &amp; dancers], I shall make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if I'll be able to live up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The list meant to be broken&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I shall have a nice Valentine's day. &lt;br /&gt;2. I will eat everything I see; I won't waste food. &lt;br /&gt;3. I will cleanse my face. Twice a day. Including toning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T THINK ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA-MN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116757757550499728?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116757757550499728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116757757550499728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116757757550499728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116757757550499728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendster-quiz.html' title='Friendster Quiz!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116755319305462866</id><published>2006-12-31T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:19:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunchtime!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass today, me &amp; Cristy, Leslie, Chels, Bel, Debra &amp; Frances went for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This conversation was in british accents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: Uh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Frances: Don't you whatever me, you.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Frances: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost count how many 'whatevers' they said, but it continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances: I'm gon' kick your balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: You don't even know where they are. &lt;br /&gt;Frances: They so small, I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me, Chels, Cristy, Bel &amp; Debra broke out laughing. Well, maybe not Debra 'cause she was quite sick &amp; wasn't in her normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: They're under the table, girl.&lt;br /&gt;Frances: [Looks under table, then comes back up] Oh, you mean those raisins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We burst out laughing again. Extremely loud. It was quite of a laughing affair. Frances had beaten Leslie fair &amp; square. Their british accent sent me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ordered Mee Pok, &amp; it didn't come. Frances &amp; Chels were super emotional about their Mee Pok, until Frances took off to find the Mee Pok auntie. Leslie was like, "The auntie only 1 person, have to make 5 meepok leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the 5-meepok-making auntie forgotten our order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, their order. I had Macs. 'Cause I don't like Meepok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the drinks came. Everyone had trouble paying up. As in, they had the moolah, but they were all paying @ one go. &amp; the auntie had a SUPER china accent. So she was counting like mad. I just sat back &amp; drank my MACDONALDS coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still pretty upset that I missed yesterday's party. ALl for some 70-year-old woman in my extended-extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had this slideshow on pictures of herself &amp; her family. Then suddenly the lights went off. The disco ball went on, &amp; SUPER SUPER CHEENA songs came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about S.H.E cheena. I'm talking Fei Yu Qing cheena. The one where the woman sings in a super high voice. &amp; the disco ball was reflecting pink &amp; silver lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my mum just left after the first dish. Buns. Of all first dishes available, longevity buns. Excuse me, I don't want to live so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116755319305462866?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116755319305462866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116755319305462866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116755319305462866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116755319305462866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/lunchtime.html' title='Lunchtime!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116755044171837430</id><published>2006-12-30T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:34:01.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Locked Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was locked out of my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't have the card access to my house. One thing about condos, that irritates me, is that you need a card to get in the lift lobby. And apparently, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited a bloody 20 minutes. &amp; I was tired. My feet were sore from my heels. My maid didn't answer the phone to come down help me. She was sleeping throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until finally, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up, then I called Ralph. Well, since he told me to call him in the morning, then in the evening then he was gone. So didn't talk much until night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started complaining about how I was locked up. He didn't have much sympathy for me. Instead, told me to check ESPN for the match score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck there, while my dad came back. &amp; when I switched channel, my dad went, "AH, DON'T CHANGE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was permanently stuck on ESPN. Liverpool vs. some funny team.  I watched till half time, then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it just hit me that tomorrow's the New Year. So my resolutions are quite messed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, I don't want to fall for someone that isn't worth my time. The kind that I love, hate, but can't be with for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116755044171837430?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116755044171837430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116755044171837430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116755044171837430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116755044171837430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116714885737972443</id><published>2006-12-26T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:03:59.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ralph Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Ralph Thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you've seen my MSN display name, you'll probably be in shock and ask me, "Who's Ralph?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people have already asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/48647/28527125942595m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/200/761771/28527125942595m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD, HE'S NOT MALAY, DON'T PANIC! HE'S MY CATHECISM CLASSMATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story how we ended up with such display names. Like mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxdiorgirlxx.blogspot.com[BRIDGET] ralph is sexy. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  unbearable?  Perhaps.             Bridget=HOT=bridget jones.                            работа дуновения&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's from my cathecism class. Okay everyone, no hanky panky going on between us. We're just being stupid @ random times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about the rectum thermometre and asswipe, and now, I'm ASSWIPE, and he's RECTUM THERMOMETRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozann, don't worry, you're still my peas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116714885737972443?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116714885737972443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116714885737972443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116714885737972443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116714885737972443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/ralph-thing.html' title='The Ralph Thing'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116714415282071111</id><published>2006-12-26T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:42:32.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thanks, My Friends,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's over. I've been broken, I cried, but I have to thank my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rahman, for hearing me call you suddenly and wail out to you, screaming and talking rubbish, when you don't know much at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, thanks for talking to me, you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozann, um, not much help, but you did cheer me on on x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph, you weren't of anyhelp. Ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116714415282071111?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116714415282071111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116714415282071111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116714415282071111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116714415282071111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-my-friends.html' title='Thanks my Friends'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116703708123062758</id><published>2006-12-25T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:58:01.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal MEssage</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;Personal Message&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, there's a message from GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you left her hanging? Why do you tell her you want to be together, but it's always all about your exgirlfriend? Is she like your rebound or what? You stood her up. You don't make the effort. SHe doesn't expect any bloody thing. Just do what you should do. Why are you so embarrased to be seen around with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la, make up your fickle-minded mind. Just make it up. She's tired of waiting. SHe wants to give up. SEriously."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116703708123062758?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116703708123062758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116703708123062758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116703708123062758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116703708123062758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/personal-message.html' title='Personal MEssage'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116703568916969981</id><published>2006-12-25T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:34:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Macau Trip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 'em pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken at Grand Emperor Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/683470/Family%20@%20Macau!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/891212/Family%20%40%20Macau%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was outside the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/918847/DSC00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/283842/DSC00762.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I"m so lazy. GOnna put more pics, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116703568916969981?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116703568916969981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116703568916969981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116703568916969981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116703568916969981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/macau-trip.html' title='Macau Trip'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116684054917679749</id><published>2006-12-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:22:29.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl In Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girl In Your Dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the words. IT's meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the street one day&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw you, I didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were shining&lt;br /&gt;Your smile was so kind&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you, I wanted you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure if I'm the girl in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I can show you what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you came and talked to me&lt;br /&gt;And you said, "We are meant to be"&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, everything was so nice&lt;br /&gt;But then I found out that everything was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure if I'm the girl in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I can show you what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to me &lt;br /&gt;You said we are meant to beYou showed me how to cry&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that everything was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have the blonde hair you like&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I don't have eyes like the sky (eyes like the sky)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure if I'm the girl in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I can show you what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried listening to it. I've listened to this song since I was 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116684054917679749?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116684054917679749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116684054917679749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116684054917679749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116684054917679749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/girl-in-your-dreams.html' title='Girl In Your Dreams'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116683849724768518</id><published>2006-12-22T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:48:17.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Holiday Summary!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since the trip was quite long, I really can't be bothered to get into detail. Let's just summarize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, people can come from different walks of life. Apparently, people thought I was:&lt;br /&gt;1.Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;2.Portugese speakers, when I was plain speaking english.&lt;br /&gt;3.China hotel workers! HUH? LIKE WHAT, NIGHTCLUB DANCERS?&lt;br /&gt;4.Chinese-malay-indian. Stupid customs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day: My ipod drama mamma. Ends up my father took it actually. Only in the plane did he suddenly throw it at me.&lt;br /&gt;-We got up the plane SUPER LATE. Late, until we were ALL seperated 'cause we were the last up the plane. Budget airlines. Groans. I can't even feel my feet in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;-I hated going to to the toilet. I ABSOLUTELY HATE HATE HATE AIRPLANE TOILET FLUSHES. Either I flush then faster close my ears, or I open the door, smile @ the onlooker then flush &amp; run away. &lt;br /&gt;-You actually pay for the food on Tiger Airways. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;-It was bloody cold when we arrived. All I had for salvage was this thin scarf. At least it was a PRETTY scarf. Van was worse. All she had was a long sweatshirt-dress &amp; stockings. &lt;br /&gt;-We went to the hotel. The moment the bellboy opened my room I made a mad dash for the bed. I jumped &amp; landed on my stomach, which was  not good. The bed was so super solid; harder than the carpet floor. &amp; it's supposed to be what, 4 star? Since that day I didn't jump on beds like that. I walked carefully then jumped. &lt;br /&gt;-I bought Jelly Belly beans!&lt;br /&gt;-Van went to sleep super early, so I went to sleep super early too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day!&lt;br /&gt;We went from Macau to the new hotel, Grand Emperor. The hotel is like, woah. There are two british-style soldiers. YOu know the long black hat &amp; thebig red shirt? Yeah. And at the lobby of the hotel, there were GLASS PANELS WITH GOLD BARS &amp; REAL CRYSTALS UNDERNEATH IT. So when you walk around, it's like walking on gold. Super facsinated. We took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-The hotel bed was soft. But this time I walked there to sit on it. After the bed,we went to Zhuhai.@ first the customs didn't let me off. They couldn't recognise my picture. I was like, 7 when I took it. I shopped like a bloody lunatic, then we went back. ON the shuttle back to the church, the bus driver asked if me &amp; Van were hotel workers. Aha, right.&lt;br /&gt;-Van's mother bought this fur like long thing, around 1 m, &amp; while she was in the toilet, me &amp; Van started fooling around with it.She hooked that thing near her ass and made rabbit impressions &amp; I started taking pictures. When her mom came out we were fiddling to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Damn, my leg's numb. I can't feel it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Day!&lt;br /&gt;- In the morning they woke me up to go for breakfast. I was so tired, I Couldn't wake up. So they left me sleeping until they finished breakfast. Wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;-We headed for HongKong in this TurboJet thing. Some ferry. It's super fast, but on that day the water was super choppy. So choppy that I had seasickness for the first time in my life. I was so vomit-y. I wanted to  cry 'cause I felt so bad. It's like so disgusting, the feeling. When we got off, I couldn't feel myself. I just squatted down. &lt;br /&gt;-Shopped again=) Ate lots of fries.&lt;br /&gt;-Fell asleep in this haunted hotel. Well, okay, not haunted. Just makes my hair stand, that's all. Lots of stuff happened, but I'm not gonna talk about it. I told * someone* about it, &amp; he started going on about ghosts &amp; chairs on his bed &amp; hi-fi going off. But anyways, I just didn't like that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Day!&lt;br /&gt;Returned to Macau, &amp; went Zhuhai again! This time, the shopping experience was more fun. I got my iPod funked up &amp; girlified. I paid $4 to see this guy fix the gems on my nano. So now it's super pretty! &lt;br /&gt;- When I was going back to Macau @ the customs, there was the line of 5 black people in front of us. Apparently ,their passports gave the customs a heck of a problem, so my dad was complaning 'cause it took them a long time. Amazingly, I was defending all 5 of them like I was related to them. Oh well, I think black people are cool.  Then the customs, they didn't let me go again. The 'small' police officer called the 'big' police officer, then the'big' police officer came &amp; pulled me to somewhere. Then he asked in CHina-english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;*Nods..*&lt;br /&gt;"No melayu in you?"&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes*&lt;br /&gt;"No Indian in you?"&lt;br /&gt;*shakes*&lt;br /&gt;"Your parents chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;*Nods*&lt;br /&gt;"They any melayu?"&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes*&lt;br /&gt;"Any Indian?"&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes*&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, go home."&lt;br /&gt;*Nods, then runs off with passport.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, DO I LOOK LIKE A MALAY TO YOU? AN INDIAN? Ding dongs you know, this people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started this game with my dad. At any point we could direct each other's attention to something that wasn't even there, I earn 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day:&lt;br /&gt;-Kept trying to divert useless attention,but failed. &lt;br /&gt;-Shopped again.&lt;br /&gt;-Shopped, shopped.&lt;br /&gt;-Then we went to the airport. IT was like, so nice, compared to budget terminal. Then me &amp; my dad sat down, facing Van. &lt;br /&gt;Van: Aye, Bridget, wasn't that the cute malay guy you were talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: [turns around slightly]&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp; Van burst into laughter. There was no malay guys @ all la, but you know my father la, doesn't want me to mix with typical malay mats. &lt;br /&gt;-He insisted he didn't turn around, so we planned another plan. My mother  loves egg tarts, so when she went to the toilet &amp; came back, Van was like, "Isn't that your mother with MORE EGG TARTS, LIKE SHE WANT TO TAOBAO BACK SINGAPORE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, she didn't buy anymore egg tarts, but my dad was so shocked, he stood up &amp; turn around. Then came my 5 bucks. SUPER DRAMA! He even stood up! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. The moment I reached home I called some friends. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin's super dry! LIke a pancake! I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow! X'mas eve, important day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS, apparently, during this whole 4 night trip, ALL 4 NIGHTS, I was dreaming about the same person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116683849724768518?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116683849724768518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116683849724768518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116683849724768518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116683849724768518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/summary.html' title='Summary!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116640161885679850</id><published>2006-12-17T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:26:58.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRAP!!!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY PINK , PRECIOUS iPOD NANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116640161885679850?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116640161885679850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116640161885679850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116640161885679850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116640161885679850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/crap.html' title='CRAP!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116639944419902237</id><published>2006-12-17T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:50:44.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Internet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Free Internet!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget terminal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up la, that's like, the only Singapore plane that goes to Macau. Well, according to my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't' know what time is it now. I've lost track of time. At home, ALL BLOODY CLOCKS were spoilt. Everytime I have to run to my parents' room to see the cable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa's complaining alot about the budget terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The decoration of the departure hall looks like a bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;2. The milo they served @ the cafe is like bullshit. They're so budget, they forgot to add sugar.&lt;br /&gt;3. When the plane takes off, we can feel it. &amp; we're not even in the godamned plane. We're like a few km away from it. YOu can feel the vibration all over, &amp; the grtr rrr sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS There's a few messages I want to spread. Let's just call the boy &amp; girl, um, boy &amp; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I know you like the girl. You told her. But are you just fooling or what? Are you that kind of person who's having a short crush only, or are you serious about her. After all you DID reject her once. YOu said she was the first one you rejected. Harsh. But nevermind. Now you tell her you like her. She's happy la, but at the same time doubtful. She doesn't want you to like, get all upset or something, but she really doesn't know what to do. SHe wants to know if you're just plain crushing or really seriously like her. She'll wait till X'mas eve to ask you again if you're really serious. If you're not, please please tell her. Don't leave her hanging. She hates that. She's sort of feeling insercue.[ I KNOW I CAN'T SPELL THAT BLOODY WORD. EVEN SPELL CHECK CAN'T HELP ME.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, seriously, she doesn't really know if you're serious or what. Tell her on x'mas eve, alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116639944419902237?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116639944419902237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116639944419902237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116639944419902237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116639944419902237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/free-internet.html' title='Free Internet!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116634221102813735</id><published>2006-12-16T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:56:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taking Off!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to leave this sunny island tomorrow! I can't wait. Soon I can just leave behind all this drama mamma that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the live jam. It was fun, but not planned. That was probably the whole point. We were just singing away &amp; playing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sent to clean the tables. Yes I was. Which something really unexpected happened, &amp;amp; all I can say is that I'm very betrayed by him. Lost my trust, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a Friendster message to give him a piece of my hollow mind. I was really ticked off by his ego-desperate behaviour. When I heard from Alexis, Joseph they'all, &amp; also from timMY, I was a volcano already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis, the worse one. Really got on my last nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sampson &amp;amp; I got on one table, then I was totally pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoot me, Sampson, please. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got no gun la stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Bel's table. He got prata, so I went to &lt;em&gt;chiok&lt;/em&gt; from him. The way he dips his prata into the curry is damn funny. Actually, not dip. More of like slide. The prata is not touching the curry, yet he just swishes it from one side to the other, then eat it. There was barely curry on his stupid prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I learnt from him, but instead I tried to swish it left to right to left to right instead of JUST left to right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, Sampson is my prata-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this SUPER SUPER CUTE BABY, who had like SUPER SUPER curly long hair, yet he was a boy. Well, when I say long, I mean like sticking out long and not lying down long. His face was so PINCHABLE. I played with him for awhile. His parents left him by the stage so I acompanied him on the stage. I just played balloons with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept going, "ball? ball? bor-bor!" so I took some balloons for the cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I left him alone. I went over to the table where Bel was. I was going, "THAT BABY IS SO CUTE. I'M GOING TO KIDNAP HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two adults, one male &amp; female stared at me. Then I realised they were the cute's parents. I was so damn embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when Prata boy came with his prata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the evil him, the betrayer. He came round' our table. I refused to talk to him or have any eye contact. I was so pissed off with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random fact, but do you know that a castrated rooster is called a capon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I just didn't talk to him at all. Leslie started trying to pronounce all Indian names with his made-up Indian accent. We were laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw Joscelin Yeo's picture on the newpaper &amp; he kept critisicing that she looked like a man. We were laughing like mad. It's mean, but it's human nature to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ended boring, 'cause I left early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am with my Ben &amp; Jerrys Cherry Garcia happily scooping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mother is making LOTS OF LOTS OF NOISES IN THE BACKGROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't stand her. If she's moody, she comes back and BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116634221102813735?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116634221102813735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116634221102813735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116634221102813735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116634221102813735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/taking-off.html' title='Taking Off'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116625827914358537</id><published>2006-12-16T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:37:59.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Long Long Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this picture was taken like, donkey's ages ago. But it wasn't my damned camera, so I had to wait until the picture was put up on Beinggirl.com.sg, &amp; YES, HERE IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/158560/me,%20carie%20and%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/236368/me%2C%20carie%20and%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wore like, pink hoops &amp; pink bead-necklace. Looking back now, I think I looked quite funny, but, yeha, who cares? &lt;br /&gt;I hope they did some digital editing to it. I look waaaay fureaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you've forgotten ALL ABOUT IT, you can click the following links to previous blog posts that I've went a-hunting so for your memory's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxdiorgirlxx.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god.html"&gt;Click Me to see my joy when I was told I won.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116625827914358537?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116625827914358537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116625827914358537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116625827914358537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116625827914358537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long Ago'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116624474700843343</id><published>2006-12-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:52:27.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Britney, Baby!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this off some website I was surfing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Britney Paris hooha? About how Britney suddenly became best friends with Paris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me, 'cause Paris once trashed Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, all in black &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pink &amp;amp; black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LOS ANGELES, California (Reuters) -- Socialite Paris Hilton has come to the defense of the "partying ethics" of her new best friend, Britney Spears, whose all-night clubbing has led to criticism that she is neglecting her two young sons.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes she is! Tell me what kind of mother can go all out partying with a newborn @ home! Britney can. I may be happy that she dumped fed-ex, but how come of all people she could socialise with, she gets Paris? She should have gotten Nicole Richie! Maybe Nicole can help her feed off all that after-baby fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Spears, 25, has hit the town -- sometimes leaving her underwear at home -- since filing for divorce from Kevin Federline last month, a few weeks after giving birth to the couple's second son. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. In this overseas magazine I was reading, they quoted that Brit had been caught out" without anything inside&lt;em&gt; there &lt;/em&gt;for more than 4 times, &amp; that it was a desperate cry for attention". Why would she want to not wear underwear? I bet even Pamela Anderson wears underwear wherever she goes, except the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In an entry on her page on the popular social networking Web site MySpace on Tuesday, hotel heiress Hilton called the attacks on Spears cruel and shameful. (Watch what Bette Midler, George Clooney said about the partying duo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For people to call out her parenting skills on behalf of her partying ethics is appalling," Hilton wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Britney loves her kids to death, and I know for a fact that it truly hurts her when she sees these cruel things being written about her. She goes home every night to her babies and partying has not come in the way of her parenting," Hilton added.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her kids to death MY REAR END! Partying, then go home look after the kids. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Spears, who put her recording career and social life on hold for marriage and motherhood, said on her own Web site last week that she "probably did take my newfound freedom a little too far," but said she had not been out with friends for a long time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new found freedom, again my rear end. Have I mentioned that Nicole Richie would be nicer to hang with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Spears has been photographed with Hilton wearing plunging dresses and tight miniskirts on all-nighters at clubs in Las Vegas and Hollywood, shocking some of her younger fans and making her the butt of jokes. On at least four occasions, photographs of her getting out of cars revealed she was wearing no panties.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUNTIE AH! YOU'RE A MOTHER ALREADY, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Us Weekly reported that Hilton has introduced Spears to pole dancing on her in-house stripper pole. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprise, surprise. My foot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hilton said thousands of mothers liked to go out and have a good time, "But, you do not see people out there calling them 'bad parents.' She's young, and if she wants to go out and have some fun, let her."&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, she's young. Having a child means full-time responsibility. SHE'S YOUNG, RIGHT? WHY THE FU*K GET KNOCKED UP @ THIS AGE, THEN STILL WANT TO GO OUT AND PARTY EVERYSINGLE EFFING DAY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my god, Britney ah, do yourself a godamned favour, will ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was totally baring her ass to the world! There's this website that was dedicated to her &amp; her underwear-less days, but I"m not gonna put it up. 'Cause I was grossed out with what I already saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclasscelebs.com/forum/post-61750.html"&gt;http://www.aclasscelebs.com/forum/post-61750.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check that out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sad for Britney. Must be Fed-Ex who caused all this. Stupidman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116624474700843343?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116624474700843343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116624474700843343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116624474700843343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116624474700843343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/britney-baby.html' title='Britney, Baby!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116624259255340523</id><published>2006-12-15T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:16:32.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beautifully Broken&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm broken, but It's a nice break. Please ah, don't come and ask me what. I DID NOT BREAK UP WITH ANYONE ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even attached to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Macau, Cheena &amp; Hongkong this Monday. Will be back on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that describes how bad I have to blog  now 'cause I'll be deprived of it for 1 week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wants anything? Ask me. I'll do credit for X'mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116624259255340523?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116624259255340523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116624259255340523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116624259255340523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116624259255340523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautifully-broken.html' title='Beautifully Broken'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116619895529409154</id><published>2006-12-15T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:09:15.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday Jam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Sunday is like, some ad for Project J. We'll be selling stuff, mostly makan, &amp; jamming @ the canteen. Like, from 8.45 to like, 12 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no practice, no nothing, just pure live entertainment for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45: The old people. The really really old people, since only the old people can bother to go to mass so early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: The cheena people. Chinese mass ends around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15: The cool, fun adults and peeps &amp; kids. So the small kids will come crawling all over the equipment in wonder, or shun away cause we're too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:45: people still, but we'll probably be dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have to like, what, be there by 7.30?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116619895529409154?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116619895529409154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116619895529409154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116619895529409154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116619895529409154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunday-jam.html' title='Sunday Jam'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116599840347033610</id><published>2006-12-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:26:43.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Replis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debrashep: I know what you're thinking okay. I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Aiyo, no boy hold your hand before is it. Cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel: Okay ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crist: Sigh. I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels: Love ya too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Hww: Yeas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116599840347033610?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116599840347033610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116599840347033610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116599840347033610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116599840347033610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/tag-replis.html' title='Tag Replis'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116599650466193473</id><published>2006-12-12T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:55:04.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Youth Camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about the Project J youth camp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be more people joining ProjectJ after the camp, &amp; I'm really happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, today, I'm very hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about Frances &amp; the whole matteres hysteria. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna get very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, this is like, the super un-like-me blog post I've ever posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when boredom, lovesickness &amp; memories of Project J Camp hits you.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116599650466193473?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116599650466193473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116599650466193473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116599650466193473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116599650466193473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/youth-camp_12.html' title='Youth Camp'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116576405178007890</id><published>2006-12-10T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:20:51.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M2M DEAR DIARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;M2M Dear Diary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to M2M since I was like, what, first introduced to the music industry? I had their album when I was 7. There's this song I particulaly like &lt;b&gt;ALOT&lt;/B&gt; &amp; I think the next few words from it are quite meaningful. [Okay, normally when I do stuff like that, ya'll should know something's up &amp; that the song has something to do with me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Something good happened today&lt;br /&gt;He finally called me by my name&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to behave&lt;br /&gt;What to say or do&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk to him again&lt;br /&gt;But whenever he is with his friends&lt;br /&gt;He keeps trying to pretend&lt;br /&gt;But I already see&lt;br /&gt;The way he feels for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what can I say&lt;br /&gt;When do I let him know I feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;How can my feelings be so hard to show when&lt;br /&gt;I really want him to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote some letters on his hand&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'm part of his plans&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in his heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &amp; listen to the song on radioblogclub. It's really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116576405178007890?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116576405178007890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116576405178007890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116576405178007890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116576405178007890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/m2m-dear-diary.html' title='M2M DEAR DIARY'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116574359388597899</id><published>2006-12-10T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:42:26.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project J Youth Camp Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Project J Youth Camp Report&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp, was awesome. With every fibre of my being, I dare to say that it was the fun-nest camp of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up the coach. I was sitting alone, while with Jerome, Sampson &amp; Douglas around us. Then we just kept talking. The whole day was running &amp; running around. There were many games that consisted of running around. Then @ night we had Project J youth night. It was quite fun. We all had this set of instructions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Go out to to foot of the very very high slope.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wait till Jamie tells you to go up. ALONE IN THE DARK, WITH  NOT MUCH LIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;3. When told, go up alone in the dark, &amp; talk to Priest/Father JJ.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then come down, receive a letter from Leslie &amp; go back to the retreat centre. Mind you, it was around 11 pm, &amp; I have a fear of darkness. Plus we had to walk up alone 4 stories. All quiet &amp; dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Douglas went before me. Then I was next. When I came down, I was damn scared to go back to the centre. I was walking alone, hands on my arms, all panicky, then I saw Douglas waiting for me @ the entrance of the centre. Love that guy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO HAPPY 'CAUSE I WAS DAMNED SCARED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went up Orry 'em guys singing &amp; playing the guitar. Orry &amp; Jonathan have a KILLER VOICE. They were singing really nice. Sounds really really really really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys came over to the girls' hall. John cuddled up with Mel, &amp; Leslie came over. Adel started asking the guys to get out, Leslie lifted his shirt &amp; insisted he had &lt;b&gt;boobs.&lt;/b&gt; I laughed like never before. John hid under the covers, but he was caught. So after they left, it was girls-only talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlights of the First day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meeting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Leana's complain. "Sian la, everytime I come camp, I can't &lt;b&gt;sleep&lt;/b&gt;, I can't &lt;b&gt;shit&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;3. The night talk we had about guys.&lt;br /&gt;4. Waking up @ four plus, 'cause we were supposed to wake up @ 5, but in the end the rest woke up @ six &amp; started panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was the best day. THe best best best best day. The amazing race around town. We travelled here &amp; there with Bel, Chris, Gerrard, Leslie &amp; Douglas. We had fun. &amp; some more! Then since we were like, last, we played a prank on the public. While we were crossing the road, Leslie &amp; Chris started pointing their fingers in the air &amp; pretending to point-follow @ something in the sky. The whole road of people started looking up, but there was NOTHING. We were laughing non-stop, till my sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we went back to the centre, we had lots of free time. We had this crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really crazy, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a pile of matteresses, &amp; we jumped on in one by one. The pile was taller than us. We made a mad dash, screamed hysterically, then jumped. Frances, is quite big in size. No offence here. So she started jumping even though it wasn't her turn. Everyone started jumping on each other. Then the guys came &amp; started playing. We crushed Chris, till his ankle sprained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Frances started sumo wrestling each other. WITH MATTRESSES. Yes. ALl of the people started wearing the matteress around their body &amp; ran and hit each other. Bumping around bumping. We had so much fun screaming &amp; laughing. Even Jill had fun. She's 18, but she has the child in her. We kept playing mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, ultimate truth or dare with the guys. I had my Sparkler bottle around so we spinned it. We had John to butt dance. Yes. &amp; he doesn't even have any butt! He totally acted sexy, &amp; kinda suceeded. He waited for the "Imma' sexy mamma!" part &amp; clutched his ass, bent down &amp; shot his butt up first. He was so sexy ahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we started asking each other where was the furthest base they had gone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: First base.&lt;br /&gt;Cristy: First base.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Second base.&lt;br /&gt;Oreal: THIRDBASE. I can't believe it. OREAL, THIRD BASE! IMPRESSIVE! But then again, she's so hot la.&lt;br /&gt;That night was really exhausting. I knocked out straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlights of Second Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amazing race/Stairway to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;2. Truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mattres pile up party.&lt;br /&gt;4. The mattress sumo wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have gotten up @ eight for breakfast. I woke up @ 8.20 &amp; started worrying. Turns out when I went to shower, the entire guy hall was still sleeping like pigs. I had chocolate mufins for breakfast.  Then it was time for the talenttime. That one thing was wrecked. After that, mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, I went to the pantry to clear all the glasses, 'cause I'M NICE. Then douglas suddenly came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started saying, "Don't freak out, okay, I---" Then dropped his jeans. I covered my eyes like what. "Nothing la! I got wear pants inside la. There got parents. Got no place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I don't like people dropping their jeans in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch he became Emo. Woah, I didn't dare to talk to him man. I was like, later he scream at me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go home go home go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was second best apart from the second day. We made John dance sexy again. The butt dance. Aha. Then Frances, Chris &amp; Eugene started fighting each other. Then Chris &amp; Eugene took the boxing gloves &amp; started boxing Frances. Frances got violent, &amp; then after that she pushed Chris all the way to his seat. Then she sat on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, SHE SAT ON HIM. Then Eugene started jumping on them again. It was quite amusing, 'cause the walkway of the coach was quite small. Poor Rocco was underneath all of them. Innocently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go home go home go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, all tired &amp; exhausted, &amp; talking to Cristy about boy problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pictures of the mattress pile jump party when I get them from Adel. I swear I will. It's too good to be not posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116574359388597899?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116574359388597899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116574359388597899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116574359388597899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116574359388597899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/project-j-youth-camp-report.html' title='Project J Youth Camp Report'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116548513175288485</id><published>2006-12-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:52:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz From Cristy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quiz From Cristy's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 qualities that i want my future boyfriend to have to have.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects me.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't give me love to get 'it'&lt;br /&gt;Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;He respects my friends.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't get pissed off easily.&lt;br /&gt;He respects his family.&lt;br /&gt;He's a good guy, with no bad boy rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scares me&lt;br /&gt;Ports.&lt;br /&gt;Potraits @ hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a car's front window when it's raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;Being single forever.&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random songs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Rompe&lt;br /&gt;Rock This Party&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i like most.&lt;br /&gt;nice people&lt;br /&gt;songwriting&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerrys&lt;br /&gt;My given away dog.&lt;br /&gt;Hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 important things in my room.&lt;br /&gt;my bed.&lt;br /&gt;my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;my skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;my baby blanket I had since born&lt;br /&gt;my clean floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;I smile without anyone around&lt;br /&gt;I have a weak sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love too easily, meaning I meet wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the strongest in my family.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerrys cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;I write songs with no inspiration at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I plan to do before i die.&lt;br /&gt;Write a will.&lt;br /&gt;See my dog. But then again,he could have been dead.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to god.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me loved ones how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my mother &amp; father&lt;br /&gt;Write a song about dying.&lt;br /&gt;Cry emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 celebrity crushes.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116548513175288485?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116548513175288485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116548513175288485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116548513175288485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116548513175288485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiz-from-cristys.html' title='Quiz From Cristy&apos;s'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116548231772086040</id><published>2006-12-07T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:05:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendster Changed!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there I've changed my Frienster layout! That's the back ground image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/282595/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/925865/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Friendster. I can't count the amount of stranger/friends I've met. And yet until now, I'm not in whatsort of trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116548231772086040?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116548231772086040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116548231772086040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116548231772086040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116548231772086040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendster-change.html' title='Friendster Change!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116547764369311879</id><published>2006-12-06T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:47:23.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Youth Camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Project J's youth camp is coming up! Friday to Sunday, @ St Theresa's retreat centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be very excited about it 'cause Jamie's making the retreat centre sound like a royal palace. The retreat centre happens to be my school's patron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, CHIJ St theresa's convent, St Theresa's church??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the camp's probably gonna be fun, I guess. It's camp right? What camps aren't fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I personally hate sports camps. The last one I went, we had to wake up early just to jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me &amp; Debra were on the bus. Then we saw this Hami guy. We noticed him 'cause there were like, no other guys around. Then I told Debs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, got boy leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back. "Quite cute. What's his name ah?" Then she turned in every direction to see the back of his shirt. Cause he was wearing a soccer shirt, &amp; it wrote HAMI behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why any mother would name their son Hami. I shall name my son Fami. Except maybe I can't, 'cause my Dad said he would commit suicide if I married a malay. No racism here, it was just a joke about how I used to like malay guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, "He looking at me, or us? Or Maybe you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "No la, looking at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had to get off @ the market stop. &amp; also had to cross the pedestrain[Is that how you spell it?] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bus went past. Debra continued, "Let's see if he looks at you, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stood @ the pedestrain crossing &amp; waited for it to go past. Yaha, he did look at us. He looked like he had eyeliner on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me &amp; debra are together, we are like young girls who never see guys before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, we ARE young girls. Well, I am. She isn't very young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116547764369311879?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116547764369311879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116547764369311879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116547764369311879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116547764369311879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/youth-camp.html' title='Youth Camp'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116531477993353263</id><published>2006-12-05T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:32:59.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Just Shut Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can't Just Shut Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's what some people said about my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errmm.. harlo.. we can be rock, goth, and ounk at the same time.. you can even add lolita inside it.. if u don know abt punk/rock/goth style pls dun anyhow diss people can?eg : punk rock.. / gothic lolita / gothic punk.. there are even shops that sells all those..like duuh..forgive me if i offended you because im a j-punk gothic cosplayer.. cant stand insults..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, LISTEN UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, SO NOT INSULTING YA'LL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you see that I was writing about that young girl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make noise about your culture? Did I go, "Nowadays, those goth wanabes are like, so hopeless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I GODAMNED SAY THAT? I diss her poor attitude &amp; desperation, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why ya'll making so much noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, for what? Standing up for your culture? GO AHEAD! BUT FOR WHAT! DID I SHOW DISCRIMINATION AGAINST YA'LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm discrimination against that young girl, yes, so what! LOOK AT THE DAMNED WAY SHE TYPES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, please come back &amp; make some more noise. I have TOO little things to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I wasn't even planning to blog until Rozann Peas called me &amp; told me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116531477993353263?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116531477993353263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116531477993353263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116531477993353263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116531477993353263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-just-shut-up.html' title='Can&apos;t Just Shut Up'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116515921130556016</id><published>2006-12-03T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:20:11.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teenage Desperation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from Teenage Magazine, December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hei evrie0ne..fewl fwee tuh add mie at msn n fwensta 0outae..im a g0th, punk, r0ck symple ghurl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive her. She's only 12. But they are getting too STUPID nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just picked up a copy of Juice December, &amp; it had a write up, "Black Is Back".&lt;br /&gt;It's all about goths, &amp; their lifestyle. Well, LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goth  is more than a sound; it's a way of life, recolving around the creation and celebration of a mood. Perhaps goth is all about embracing the depressing and hopeless, because there isn't much anything else on the headlines these days. Better to be dead to the world, and loving it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Goth, punk &amp; rock. You can't be three at the same time. Rock Girl. What, stone? Rock is a genre of music. Maybe ROCKER, might settle it. Punk Girl. Okay, fine. Then Goth Girl. Woah. Like Joscelin said, "SIMPLE GOTH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la, those 12 year olds these days are gonna become teenagers next year, &amp; they're giving us a bad name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear girl, don't try to fit in. You are trying to, just in the wrong places.THREE WRONG PLACES @ THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, not only her, the innocent girl who's trying to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY PEERS TOO!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, goths are like, too depressed &amp; moody to even create Friendster accounts. They don't take neoprints. They don't go, SHOPPING LIKE A GIRLIE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty much moody-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozann once told me, "Goths can't take neoprints la. They'll be like, AH, LIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young kids ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some stupid people will come &amp; tellme, "Aye, don't be so obnoxious la, you were ONCE a young kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but stupid people, I don't fake. I ADMIT I was crazy about the fashion style of goths &amp; punks. That's two seperate things. ADMIRING THE STYLE. I didn't say, "Bridget. I'm goth. Go Away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, no la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116515921130556016?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116515921130556016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116515921130556016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116515921130556016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116515921130556016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/teenage-desperation.html' title='Teenage Desperation'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116507194605166692</id><published>2006-12-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T07:16:56.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures of Pictures&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to talk about. I always think about what I want to blog about whenever I feel like it, but then I always forget everything. So pictures shall help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Escape that day with Ash &amp; the rest. This picture is quite off, 'cause I was smiling like a non-smile. More of like a pout, yet not a pout. ASHWINNIE LOOKS SO RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/989703/P1011099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/427500/P1011099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that stupid bobbed head in the picture between me &amp; Ash? Yes, that's Joscelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/426351/P1011094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/620660/P1011094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; @ yesterday's Catholic Junior College event! There's me &amp; Mel, with ahbenglookalike, James &amp; Jacinta behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/98293/P1011109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/461675/P1011109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Weijie though he could catch a random shot. No,no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/1600/898124/P1011059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/488/320/911368/P1011059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116507194605166692?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116507194605166692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116507194605166692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116507194605166692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116507194605166692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-pictures.html' title='Pictures Of Pictures'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116472782800665735</id><published>2006-11-28T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:30:28.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Traditional Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good Ol' Traditional Fun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored, &amp; you're with a young kid, here's what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the following:&lt;br /&gt;1.Those trational tube of purple/red/blue/yellow gellish bubly things with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;2.A cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;3.A sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, drink up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then make sure your mouth is FULL, full 'till your cheeks puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take the stick which ALREADY has the bubble gel all over it, &amp; blow out! YES, BLOW OUT WITH THE WATER GOING THROUGH THE STICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to do it!&lt;br /&gt;1.Poke it! But be gentle. If you poke too hard, the water just dissappears like that. Then you get a bleddy mess of gel on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1011108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1011108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be mental, if you're petless. Make yourself a bubble pet and wobble it around your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN, GENTLY, PLEASE. Or another bleddy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a GREAT holiday companion, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Bryan's idea, so praise him if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116472782800665735?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116472782800665735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116472782800665735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116472782800665735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116472782800665735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-ol-traditional-fun.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Traditional Fun'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116452786019232391</id><published>2006-11-25T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:57:40.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Nano Pink!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;iPod Nano Pink!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY PINK IPOD NANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's striking metallic pink, &amp; I just discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Singapore's dumbest iPod customer. You know, after I got the iPod, I was so happy, I started prancing the mall for a iPod protector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into this store, it had many many protectors. Since I brought it in pink, there was a reason why I got it in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la, pink can tell the whole world what kind of person I am! I recently turned very girlie. Don't ask me. It's a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanted to find a protector that was equally pink. My father started making sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must as well buy white nano &amp; get a pink protector. Basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I searched for a almost transparent one. &amp; I found it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my iPod is protected already. But after that, I found out from Shaun that ALL NEW GENERATION iPODS ARE SCRATCH-PROOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was quite cconfused. If the iPods are already scratch-proof, why still sell protectors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EARN MONEY LA, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun replied that. So now two people in the family think I'm stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116452786019232391?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116452786019232391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116452786019232391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116452786019232391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116452786019232391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/ipod-nano-pink.html' title='iPod Nano Pink!!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116446475711757431</id><published>2006-11-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T06:25:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheer Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;can you name 11 people you can think right off the top of your head?dun read the questions underneath until you right the names of 11 people. this is a lot funnier if you actually randomly lists the name first. no cheating guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Rozann&lt;br /&gt;2]Rahman&lt;br /&gt;3]Dom&lt;br /&gt;4]Debra&lt;br /&gt;5]Cristy&lt;br /&gt;6]MingEn&lt;br /&gt;7]WeiJie&lt;br /&gt;8]Dominiku&lt;br /&gt;9]Don&lt;br /&gt;10]Joscelin&lt;br /&gt;11]Fazlina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if you never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'll probably die without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatcould you do if 2&amp;6 were dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I WILL LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra. Cry. not Yet. Will, pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you think 1 is pretty?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GODAMN PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me something about 11...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's malay, very hot bod, super pretty, &amp;amp; she's laugh-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do you know 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Sunday, @ church volunteer, he started playing his guitar and we both started singing We Believe by GC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you ever date 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie will murder me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's 7's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Green. That I know. I'm always at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if 2 confesses to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rahman confess what? &lt;u&gt;If it's love, we'll see if it's true.&lt;/u&gt; If he's&lt;u&gt; gay&lt;/u&gt;, I"ll always support him. You heard that Rahman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fact bout 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He gna canning at school, &amp;amp; he knows the names of all four canes the school has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is 6 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to like Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is 5 to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the bomb. Leslie's lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you ever live with 11? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I guess so. Rahman, if you're not, you owe me for not telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how much does 3 mean to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you think of 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best friend. I only have one best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the best thing bout 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..he likes Mindy. Mindy's hot. Maybe that's the best thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you like bout 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter makes me laugh.ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite memory with 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, like 4? We always went downstairs to play. And he would always bring his waterbottle around.&lt;br /&gt;11 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Aye, Lazy la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116446475711757431?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116446475711757431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116446475711757431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116446475711757431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116446475711757431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer Up'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116446108009804859</id><published>2006-11-25T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T05:24:40.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, Lara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm sorry, Lara.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most mundane, dull blog post I've ever written. Actually, it's not for other people's reading purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite stupid of me to say that, 'cause I AM putting it online, but just, if you're really into good blogging material, don't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it will tempt you more to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara, this is for you. I've always wanted to tell you this. I couldn't find a way to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lara: Please, may you &amp; your boyfriend shut me out of your life already. Dom's right. At that point of time, I DID have feelings for him. But ever since I found out that you were the one for him, &amp;amp; not me, I've tried to keep my feelings down under. I tried to keep my feelings down under then, but I failed. It kills me to see the person I liked with my best girlfriend, but you know what kills me MORE? Having to hang out with you &amp; your boyfriend. But I tried to act like it was peanuts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the worse thing? Like, the most killing? You were once negative towards him. You told me all shit. "He's irritating la, freaking me out". "French kiss, ew. Who would want to?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; now I see this kind of bullshit. Everything that made me believe that you were negative towards him. But it's not true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOMB. You told me your feelings for him were growing stronger. To Jerome, you were pranking that boy. But to me, it was true feelings. I don't know now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to play happy for you. After all, when your girlfriend finds her love, you will support her right? I can't. 'Cause this time it's different. You really dropped a piano on my ass when you told me that your feelings for him were growing stronger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But whatever, I tried to play it. It practically shoots me to have to hang around you, him, &amp;amp; the usual two guys. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lara, I don't want your man, man. I want to forget everything now. I joined Project J to get all this crap. I'm not going to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please, keep me out. Don't talk to me anymore. I don't want to listen. No matter what. Whether this is not the truth or what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REPEAT. EVEN IF THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING, PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO CLEAR IT OR WHATEVER. AFTER ALL, IT'S NOBODY'S LOSS. IT'S ACTUALLY MY GAIN, TO LET GO OF EVERYTHING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I have it all written there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to cheer myself up. How about some Cherry Garcia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have lots to blog about, but today, I"m just not there.&lt;br /&gt;Da-mn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116446108009804859?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116446108009804859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116446108009804859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116446108009804859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116446108009804859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sorry-lara.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, Lara.'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116425765605957380</id><published>2006-11-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:54:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blogged too much=)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just blogged, &amp; it is a must-read for that post, but here's a song I came across. I want readers to read everysingle of the words. I have deleted repeated verses &amp; choruses, but do take the effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:] &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gonna remember me &lt;br /&gt;(I'm gon remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gon remember me) &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gonna remember me &lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, i'm gon remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gon remember me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The DEY) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you gon remember me boo &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you too &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget all the crazy sh*t we used to do &lt;br /&gt;You was doin' too much &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't doin' enough &lt;br /&gt;That's what your friends'd say &lt;br /&gt;You got a man anyway &lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it niether I ain't never wanna leave ya &lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah it's hard to walk away when I see you &lt;br /&gt;When I see you I remember the day &lt;br /&gt;you put your shoes on and moved on before I could say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:] &lt;br /&gt;I saw you wit your new girl just yesterday &lt;br /&gt;And I feel that I must confess &lt;br /&gt;Even though it kills me to have to say &lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I was impressed &lt;br /&gt;Physically just short of affection &lt;br /&gt;Gotta commend you on your selection &lt;br /&gt;Though I know I shouldn't be concerned &lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but question.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she rub your feet &lt;br /&gt;(When you've had a long day?) &lt;br /&gt;And Scratch your scalp &lt;br /&gt;(When you take out your braids?) &lt;br /&gt;Does she know that you &lt;br /&gt;(Like to play PS2 'till 6 in the mornin' like I do?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I can't exlpain this feelin' (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;I think about it everyday &lt;br /&gt;And even though we've moved on (uh huh) &lt;br /&gt;It gets so hard to walk away &lt;br /&gt;(I'm gon remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gon remember me) &lt;br /&gt;Walk Away &lt;br /&gt;(Forever you will live in my memory) &lt;br /&gt;Walk Away &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gonna remember me &lt;br /&gt;Walk Away &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget how we used to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:] &lt;br /&gt;Guess I gotta live my life from day to day &lt;br /&gt;Hoping maybe you'll come back &lt;br /&gt;And though I tell myself not to be afriad &lt;br /&gt;To move on but it seems I can't &lt;br /&gt;No other man has given me attention &lt;br /&gt;It ain't the same as you affection &lt;br /&gt;Though I know I should be content &lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind I can't help but question.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he kiss me on the forehead &lt;br /&gt;(Before we play?) &lt;br /&gt;Show up on my doorstep &lt;br /&gt;(with a bouquet?) &lt;br /&gt;Does he call in the middle of the day &lt;br /&gt;(just to say) &lt;br /&gt;Baby I Love You &lt;br /&gt;(Like you used to?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 with The DEY] &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you &lt;br /&gt;You gonna remember me &lt;br /&gt;The things we did, the way we shared our fantasies &lt;br /&gt;Just you and me &lt;br /&gt;My friend, My love, My family &lt;br /&gt;How did we lose a love that seemed meant to be? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I kiss her &lt;br /&gt;And wish that it was you I'm kissing &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss him &lt;br /&gt;And wish that it was you i'm missing &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hug her &lt;br /&gt;And wish that it was you I was huggin' &lt;br /&gt;And I realize how much i'm buggin' &lt;br /&gt;(I MISS YOU) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] &lt;br /&gt;so hard to express this feeling &lt;br /&gt;cause nobody compares to you (to you) &lt;br /&gt;and you know she'll never love you like i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE, SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is so damn sad. I know it's ridiculous to post song lyrics on blogs, but I want y'all to read it hard. The lyrics make me wanna cry, 'cause I can somewhat relate to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I"m going to get all emotional, but I think I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had this song on my Display for MSN, &amp; pouring messages came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's up with your msn name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UP? NICE SONG LA! I CAN RELATE LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116425765605957380?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116425765605957380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116425765605957380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116425765605957380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116425765605957380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogged-too-much.html' title='Blogged Too Much'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116425726235184210</id><published>2006-11-22T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:47:42.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Makers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Money Makers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been itching to blog about this since I heard about it. Then I spent a few days thinking if the government will come hantam me if I blog about it, but whatever la. I go jail, nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST went up 7%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. &amp; the stupidest reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singapore, I want to help the poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor? POOR? YOU GOT SEE HOW MANY DONATION CANS THERE ARE STUCK IN ALMOST, EVERYWHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at my market, got this box telling people to donate their old spectacles. One day I took a peep inside, it was all trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day, I walked past the betting stall. You know, the 4D, toto lottery stuff? There were lots of moneys in the donation box. Of course la, S'poreans win money, sure donate to get luck to win more what. There were $10 notes like xiao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO! THE BOX SO FULL, CANNOT EVEN PUT MONEY ALREADY, &amp; THE STUPID PEOPLE LEAVE THE BOX THERE TO ROT!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the news radio 938, &amp; lots of people were complaining. [Yes, I listen to the news okay.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best one I heard: "You raise the GST to help the poor, but ain't the poor paying extra 2% too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID PEOPLE IN SINGAPORE. NO, STUPID POLITICAL PEOPLE. CAN'T YOU RAISE TAXES ON USELESS, RUBBISHY STUFF THAT TAKES LIVES, LIKE FOR SAY, TOBACCO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimwits leh those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to go buy the kueh downstairs also the auntie raise the money. She's not supposed to, but she taking the chance to raise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GST MAh." In her cheena voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about this, I want to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shoot people now, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check rockson.blogspot.com. It's super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MediaCOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116425726235184210?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116425726235184210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116425726235184210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116425726235184210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116425726235184210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/money-makers.html' title='Money Makers'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116417316708248565</id><published>2006-11-21T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:26:07.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light A Million Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Light A Million Candles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com"&gt;Click me now, for a good cause!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link is like a petition to help eradicate the spreading of child pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how pitiful they are? I ask you to strip down naked to the bone now, &amp; I take pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No, I won't do that cause I'm not a pedophile, but I'm just saying]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some of the poor kids don't even know what they're doing. As in like, they're being forced, they do it. You think they have the will to say "No, pervert, I ain't stripping for a sickass like you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't. &amp; they're CHILDREN, FOR GOD'S SAKE! CHILDREN YOU KNOW! YOU KNOW HOW CHILDREN ARE EASILY AFFECTED BY SIMPLE THINGS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, you just said, "I don't like you already. I don't be your friend. I don't give you sweet" to a small kid &amp; she'll most probably whine. Some might not, those tough ones, but most will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just go to the link. It won't kill you. Just a click, find a unlighted candle, click it, &amp; you HELPED.  It is a petition aimed at um, I don't remember much from the Readers Digest, but I remember the most profound one, internet service providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO NOW! STOP READING &amp;amp; GO NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116417316708248565?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116417316708248565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116417316708248565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116417316708248565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116417316708248565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/light-million-candles.html' title='Light A Million Candles'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116408869159015801</id><published>2006-11-20T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:58:11.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update, since I haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hits are getting pretty high. I don't know if it's Jerome refreshing non-stop or what. Jerome, if you are doing so, please stop. Dont' give me high hopes that my hits are getting higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's with the Ahlians &amp; Bengs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down town that day &amp;amp; the amount of Lians &amp; Bengs are enough to make me barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, long rebonded hair[not because their hair cannot control], enough mascara &amp;amp; eyeliner to cave out a pavement, &amp; the lipgloss that makes their lips look like, blond barbies wanabe. Except they're missing the point of lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the bengs. I was at Vivo with my Ma-ther &amp; we saw a group of bengs. They have their hair dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE STUDENTS WHO HAVE THEIR HAIR DYED DURING HOLIDAYS. LIKE, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR STUPID NATURAL ROOTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dye brown, still okay. I look, scowl then walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worse. The attention seekers. PINK. PURPLE. GREEN. BLUE HIGHLIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll go back to the stupid Vivo Bengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the cheena bengs, who listen to stupid techno[instead of Trance, which is like way cooler &amp;amp; no corny girls howling] get up like the malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't have biased opinions about malay people. But they KNOW how to dress &amp; act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they are those hopeless drug addicts or the rebels @ heart. They still know how to keep it cool &amp;amp; steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengs, take a leaf out of malay boys' books la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI GIN NAHS LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they know what to do is to walk around the streets, "Hello-------------"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I have to leave the com lab. JIEYI ,GENEVIEVE &amp; JOSCELIN WANTS TO LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, about the MTV HIP HOP COUNTDOWN PARTY @ MOS, I CAN'T GO CAUSE I'M UNDERAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; FreakyZ is performing!! WHY ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116408869159015801?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116408869159015801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116408869159015801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116408869159015801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116408869159015801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-me.html' title='WHY ME'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116360660653619188</id><published>2006-11-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:06:06.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES! PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PICTURES!PICTURES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE PICTURES UPLOADED! I GOT IT DONE! DON'T MIND ME, 'CAUSE MY CAMERA'S BEEN DOWN FOR DONKEYS' AGES, &amp; NOW IT'S WORKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall start being a typical blogger &amp;amp; post some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This pic's damn random. Marshy, after his shower.He suddenly jumped @ the hair-dryer. Priceless.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;left&gt;Before&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;b&gt;After:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy dog! I know he's sexy! He's my Marshy. My sexy Marshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pictures to come. I always make sure there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My black dress that I'ld be wearing to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;the wedding tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;b&gt;There, the logo of the dress. But the flash killed it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the heels! Just adore it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Diva craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/P1010840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/P1010840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got the pictures up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with Lara &amp; Jerome now. We're like, practically phone buddies. I love talking on the phone with those two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gross, Lara just said to French Igy, because Jerome accidentally said, "Friend Igy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mathey's making noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116360660653619188?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116360660653619188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116360660653619188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116360660653619188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116360660653619188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures-pictures.html' title='PICTURES! PICTURES!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116348391853674704</id><published>2006-11-13T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:59:14.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favourite Nail Polish Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My New Favourite Nail Polish Color&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my new favourite color for my nails is Lavender Glitter. It's so chic, all purply &amp; nice &amp;amp; warm. I got it from Red Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of tags to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joscelin: Why would I want to date you? Go &amp; find your pretty boys la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChengHwee: LINK YOU ALREADY KAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: You call this spamming? Shall I show you quality spam on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozann: Um, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Britney dumped K-fed. I've been DYING to blog about this since I knew about it through the news, but my mother, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, Britney DUMPED K-fed. He deserved it that asshole. Freeloader.I swear I'll never end my life with a stupid trailer park dude who doesn't know how to shave. I don't even know HOW BRITNEY CAN MAKE BABIES WITH HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; There's already two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity the second one just came out. I shall call him JJ for short, since his initials spell that. So Britney shall go look after the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, she looks fab after the divorce. I saw the Newpaper the other day, &amp;amp; she had this fab blond bob[okay, longer] &amp; her figure doesn't tell me she just gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, again, get this. K-fed is getting whiny. He is having PMS. He is unhappy that his supply of goodies, Ferraris &amp;amp; bedroom time with Brit has been cut off. So he acts like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not letting you get custody of the two kids, woman. &amp; I am going to sell our damn sex video for bucks, I"ll be richer than you, bitch. Give me the kids. That'll teach you how not to dump people. I don't know how I could help you make babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHS! K-fed, as I said, is just a trailer park trashbin. The difference between HIM &amp;amp; a BAG OF SHIT is the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Primary school mate, Rajesh come up with this equation. I shall replace his digits with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-fed= Trash&lt;br /&gt;Trash= shitbag&lt;br /&gt;K-Fed= Shitbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's lame, but I can't think of anything else to trash him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe Brit made babies with him. The thought of it makes me shudder. Like, SHUDDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the recent weekend. I remember complaining on October 28's post about my hectic schedule. After a while, it all calmed down &amp; I could sleep until 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nooooooooo. After Friday's shopping Spree with Carrie, the events started pouring in. Yes. I shall count, starting for Last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Novia's birthday, which took place for one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: -Morning: Youth Party @ the church.&lt;br /&gt;-Evening: Steak Party. Of course, ate steak.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: The maid left us. I washed the dog, cleaned its shit, helped the house, I was so tired I fell asleep at 12 in the AFTERNOON.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Today is a happy uneventful day. Which I thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Some Rockapella concert going on, which I'm following Shaun &amp;amp; Jean to.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Wedding to attend. As usual, weddings spell black dress &amp; kitten heels.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Project J, as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so tiring, I just fell asleep in the afternoon. It was hard to shower Marshy, especially since he has four legs &amp;amp; keeps trying to run away from the shower hose. Everytime I dunk water on him, he'll shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in shake, like, plitter platter, all around, the hair will all fly up &amp; down, then the water will all come on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the shower is done, he'll do his classic ear on the floor, two hind legs standing up. &amp;amp; go rub rub rub on the DRY floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to blow him dry, he will sit down obediently. Then I'll hold the hair-dryer &amp;amp; aim right at him. I was SO DARN BORED, SITTING THERE WITH A HAIR DRYER IN MY HAND, I gave up. I just let the half-dried, half-wet dog roam around free, to air-dry himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been killing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116348391853674704?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116348391853674704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116348391853674704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116348391853674704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116348391853674704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-favourite-nail-polish-color.html' title='My New Favourite Nail Polish Color'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116317243237329254</id><published>2006-11-10T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T07:27:12.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole From Cristy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stole from Cristy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Rozann&lt;br /&gt;o2. Hamster&lt;br /&gt;o3. Novia&lt;br /&gt;o4. Joscelin&lt;br /&gt;o5. ChengHwee&lt;br /&gt;o6. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;o7. Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;o8. Lara&lt;br /&gt;o9. Petrina&lt;br /&gt;1o. Ignatius&lt;br /&gt;11. Mel&lt;br /&gt;12. Cristy&lt;br /&gt;13. Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;14. Dominic&lt;br /&gt;15. Jerome&lt;br /&gt;16. Royston&lt;br /&gt;17. Isabel&lt;br /&gt;18. Louis&lt;br /&gt;19. IsabeLL&lt;br /&gt;2o. Eos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how you meet (14) ?&lt;br /&gt;- Project J, the awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what will you do if you never meet (1) ?&lt;br /&gt;- I would have probably died cause she was with my in times of me wanting to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what if (9) and (2o) dated ?&lt;br /&gt;- hahas.. Mel would kill Eas and Eas would never go for him.. She's already attached too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. would (6) and (17) make a good couple ?&lt;br /&gt;- I will laugh like mad, laugh so hard that I fall sick. 'Causethey're both happy girls who aren't homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. describe (3) .&lt;br /&gt;- She talks cock. She appreciats herself like mad, &amp; she's lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. is (8) attractive ?&lt;br /&gt;- Lara, hmm, okay, she has a boyfriend so she must be.&lt;br /&gt;7. describe (7)&lt;br /&gt;- My long lost found friend who used to be so close I bought her goodies from the school bookshop when she was sick &amp; she invited me to her house from Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. know of any (12)'s family members ?&lt;br /&gt;- Cristy's sis, [13] Chelsea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.what will you do if (18) confesses to you ?&lt;br /&gt;- I congratulate her on finding out that she's lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. what language does (5) speaks ?&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese, English, hokkien, lots of vulgarity last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who is (9) going out with ?&lt;br /&gt;- No one, but she was two-timed by a GODAMNED JERK, IG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how old is (16) ?&lt;br /&gt;- 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. when is the last time you spoke to (13) ?&lt;br /&gt;- I just replied to her testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. who is (2)'s favourite band or singer ?&lt;br /&gt;- RahMan loves music, so I can't tell. But he's in band, soo..Maybe he loves his own band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. would you ever date (4) ?&lt;br /&gt;- AH GOD NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. would you ever date (1) ?&lt;br /&gt;- No way, we're too close as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (19) single ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what's (1o)'s last name ?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know Ig's last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. would you ever been in a relationship with (11) ?&lt;br /&gt;- WITH MEL?She has her John la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o. school of (3) ?&lt;br /&gt;- CHij Stc. Just Like Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. where does (6) live ?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 stories above me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what's the favourite thing about (5) ?&lt;br /&gt;- Her laugh. In pri sch she laughs like xiao, &amp; it's damn funny it'll make me laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. have you seen (2) naked ?&lt;br /&gt;- SEE RAHMAN NAKED? GOD NO, NEVER WANT TO, UNLESS SEEING NAKED HAMSTERS COUNT BUT AHH NOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116317243237329254?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116317243237329254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116317243237329254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116317243237329254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116317243237329254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/stole-from-cristy.html' title='Stole From Cristy'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116317097495748587</id><published>2006-11-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T07:02:54.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Chong WANSUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carrie Chong Wan Sui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Chong you the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the shopping spree, &amp; yes, I have officially shopped the hella out myself. Shall I name the items I bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Diva accesories. I like, spent, 60 bucks there. Then I bought two nail lacquers from Red Earth; the colors are quite nude. I bought a feathery pen from Accesorize, A MYUK pencil case &amp; pouch, a PRETTY PRETTY PAIR OF PINK HEELS, some Sally Hansen Lip Treatment, this Silkygirl Blue Eyelights, &amp;amp; er, let me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pink pouch for my cousin, she was bugging me to get her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY LARA, I COULDN'T GET YOUR GIRL-BOXERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have this friend from class. Let me put his picture up. He resisted at first, but in the end he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that he looked liked Hady Mirza. Laughs. I don't find the resemblence. Abit la, but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/Hady%20Mirza%20Lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/Hady%20Mirza%20Lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to laugh at him, call me, I laugh with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116317097495748587?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116317097495748587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116317097495748587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116317097495748587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116317097495748587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/carrie-chong-wansui.html' title='Carrie Chong WANSUI'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116312671464974898</id><published>2006-11-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:45:14.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super convinced to do a ala John Tucker on that stupid guy who's two-timing my girls, but Dominic says we shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're worried that stupid guy will just hurt them two physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call him IG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IG tried to date L, but L like, can't give a hoot about him. Then I doesn't let go, but finds a girl, P who likes him, to be his spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told both of them he loved them. My BUTT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116312671464974898?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116312671464974898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116312671464974898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116312671464974898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116312671464974898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-ii.html' title='Part II'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116312429084744048</id><published>2006-11-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:04:50.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won a shopping spree with CARRIE CHONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm like, super high and estatic now, because I CAN"T WAIT!!!!! We're going out today to Bugis &amp; I like, get 150 bucks to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first thing that hit my mind was all my Diva accesories, &amp; that fab book I've been having my eye on for like, god knows, 3 MONTHS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lara wants some girl-boxers. I almost screamed when she asked me to get one for her. But since she likes boxers, I shall respect her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Soowei from 987 called me, I practically screamed at her. I was so high from the mocha at NyDc. Then I calmed down. Then after that I called Joscelin &amp; Rozann &amp;amp; screamed at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joscelin went crazy. She started hyperventilating. She screamed the hell out of my ear, phone &amp; her brother. Oh my god, then Rozann also screamed. We all screamed like some bunch of lunatic bimboes cause we were too excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Joscelin demanded I asked Carrie Chong for a Singapore Idol recording. I promised to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so high, I have other things to talk about, but I can't concentrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LIKE HOW I KNOW OF A FRIEND WHO'S A 2-TIMER, AND HIS TWO GIRLFRIENDS FOUND OUT, &amp; THE TWO GIRLS HAPPENED TO BE MY GOOD FRIENDS @ PROJECT J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; that the guy claimed that me &amp;amp; one of the girls are fighting over him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SLAP THE FU*CKING SHIT OUT OF HIM LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like I'M SO SHAMELESS TO FIGHT WITH A GIRL OVER SOMEONE LIKE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God, someone shoot him please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116312429084744048?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116312429084744048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116312429084744048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116312429084744048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116312429084744048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116237327447774815</id><published>2006-11-01T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:27:54.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Forbid Horny Young Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;God Forbid Horny Young Boys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on. One of my old friends, today went online &amp; asked if I was open-minded. When they ask if a girl's open-minded, they just want one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that guy used to be decent, &amp;amp; good, &amp; guai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What you mean open minded?"&lt;br /&gt; "No la. just,open in talking lor."&lt;br /&gt;"Define talking. I talk alot you know right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he finally broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, talk dirty la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, being the typical me,  I got super fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stand guys who can't respect girls &amp; their dignity &amp;amp; pride. Damnit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stand this kind of people. Guys ! Why did god create hormones? Why? Yeah, they have to help in the reproduction cycle, but must they start so EARLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; girls! Girls too! Why must they have to ability to reproduce at such a damn bloody young age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll bring all the problems &amp; chaos &amp;amp; the court[yeah, statutory rape] &amp;  the shame and embarrasment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting pregnant without marraige is NOT A VERY PROUD ACHIEVEMENT OKAY! See the amount of teen pregnancy, abortions &amp; STDs? So many, many, many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the majority are malay girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, I am not stereotyping malay people or what, but it's the sad truth. Most are malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just go to ANY SINGPORE chatroom, and among the 100 people who ask if a girl is open minded, 75 will be malay teen boys who can't control their hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116237327447774815?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116237327447774815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116237327447774815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116237327447774815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116237327447774815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-forbid-horny-young-boys.html' title='God Forbid Horny Young Boys'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116212303846222733</id><published>2006-10-29T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:57:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xBox Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xbox Children&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore must ban children below 8 years old from playing Xbox. Especially any games involving Star Wars &amp; The Burnout. I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. They are two young kids, aged 5 &amp; 7 respectively. They both love playing xbox, but they are VERY VERY SORE LOSERS &amp;amp; OVER-PROUD WINNERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; are playing the BURNOUT. It's a car game, where the two stupid cars race each other &amp; crash into many oncoming vehicles. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: Yes! I won! Hahahaha, loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: NO!!!!!!!! NOT FAIR!! [Stands up &amp; jump] I 'll ask your daddy to fetch you home straight away! I am not your friend anymore! [Then runs away] UNCLE ******!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Uncle ****** is J's father]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game continued. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: Yay I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: [Moans] Errr, not fair one lor. You [Points to another innocent victim] help him one lor. [Stands up &amp; stomps feet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J: See I told you I would win. [Smug look on face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uncle ******: [Comes by] C'mon, J, let's go home ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHIT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Damn. Will write more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116212303846222733?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116212303846222733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116212303846222733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116212303846222733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116212303846222733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/xbox-children_29.html' title='xBox Children'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116212302256113827</id><published>2006-10-29T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:57:02.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xBox Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xbox Children&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore must ban children below 8 years old from playing Xbox. Especially any games involving Star Wars &amp; The Burnout. I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. They are two young kids, aged 5 &amp; 7 respectively. They both love playing xbox, but they are VERY VERY SORE LOSERS &amp;amp; OVER-PROUD WINNERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; are playing the BURNOUT. It's a car game, where the two stupid cars race each other &amp; crash into many oncoming vehicles. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: Yes! I won! Hahahaha, loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: NO!!!!!!!! NOT FAIR!! [Stands up &amp; jump] I 'll ask your daddy to fetch you home straight away! I am not your friend anymore! [Then runs away] UNCLE ******!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Uncle ****** is J's father]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game continued. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: Yay I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: [Moans] Errr, not fair one lor. You [Points to another innocent victim] help him one lor. [Stands up &amp; stomps feet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J: See I told you I would win. [Smug look on face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uncle ******: [Comes by] C'mon, J, let's go home ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHIT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Damn. Will write more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116212302256113827?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116212302256113827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116212302256113827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116212302256113827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116212302256113827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/xbox-children.html' title='xBox Children'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116210527706758172</id><published>2006-10-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:01:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE CUTE CUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CUTE CUTE CUTE!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall talk about my two beloved young cousins, [amongst 10 of them], Alaris &amp; Alaric.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Alaric. His eyes are DAMN small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/Alaric%27s%20Birthday%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/Alaric%27s%20Birthday%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then look at Alaris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/Alaris%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/Alaris%2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN"T SHE JUST ADORABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are so big, unlike her brother. They're damn adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116210527706758172?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116210527706758172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116210527706758172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210527706758172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210527706758172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-cute-cute.html' title='CUTE CUTE CUTE'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116210454284062388</id><published>2006-10-28T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:49:02.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk, Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Talk, Talk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cbox replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rozann:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I love algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joscelin:&lt;/span&gt; Michael? Row boat? Row what boat? Row who's boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.Q Qifan: &lt;/span&gt;SIGH I MISS NV! HAVEN'T GONE THERE FOR A LONG TIME. Okay la, you look quite different now. Your blog got nuts. I can't get in. The words are loading like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rahMAN hamster: &lt;/span&gt;Yea. My life is filled with those. Curse me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irwan: &lt;/span&gt;Thanks. I won't put songs la. It like, irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam activities are killing me. My schedule's been filled with OUTINGS, PARTIES &amp; WEDDINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, of so many months people can marry &amp;amp; give birth, they have to do it in OCTOBER. I checked my calendar. Alot of my friends' b-days are in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday was Lovely's hot party. We had fun, nutting in the water &amp; eating like cows. Today is Shaun's party. God. That makes 3 parties since after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a wedding. And one more wedding's coming up 16 November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning to do so much stuff, like retake dance classes &amp;amp; my taekwondo, &amp; sleep. I've been so filled with youthgroup Project J , church choir, helping my family in a crisis, blah. The list goes on. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A DAMN SONG SINCE OCTOBER EXAM. Until now. I'm gonna lose it. It's been a long time I've just sat back &amp;amp; do what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to throw all my activities away, forget everything, bring pen &amp; paper &amp;amp; some good ol' Snapple &amp; escape to some where &amp;amp; just write. Every event leads to another event. Like Project J, I have slight problems with some people like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;. &amp; Church choir, the little kids are driving me crazy. Although the ratio is kids:teens, 1:2, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; next year is drawing near. Streaming. God. I have this tendency to want to do lots of stuff, so when I grow up &amp;amp; look back, I'll be happy that I've done lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite moody thinking about this. I'll blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116210454284062388?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116210454284062388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116210454284062388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210454284062388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210454284062388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/talk-talk.html' title='Talk, Talk'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116210356141958691</id><published>2006-10-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:32:41.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test, test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Test, test.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun's blogger has a bit of a problem, so this is a trying. Let's try. Test. test. If this comes out, I'm going to blog!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116210356141958691?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116210356141958691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116210356141958691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210356141958691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116210356141958691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/test-test.html' title='Test, test.'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116209940004039831</id><published>2006-10-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:23:20.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots Of Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lots Of Talk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Some cbox replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rozann&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I like algebra now. Let X be *asshole*. No, but I'ld rather, I-Z-W-A-N for *asshole*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.Q Qifan:&lt;/span&gt; Sighs. Haven't gone back to NV for a long, long time. Mature? Don't say that la. Later all the bitches come around &amp; trash me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joscelin&lt;/span&gt;: Row boat? Michael who? Row who's boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rahMAN&lt;/span&gt;: Gee. My life is so cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam activities are like, blocking my entire schedule. I planned to take somemore dance courses, re-take my taekwondo[since my Mother has allowed ONCE again], &amp; just sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. After exams, straight away I went out to Marina Square with the girls. Then there was like, The big S'pore Idol concert that I missed, which was replaced by the girls day out with me &amp;amp; Rozann. Then after that so many relatives decided to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same month, may I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday. JUST YESTERDAY, was Lovely's party. It was all about the big lap pool where me, ShienLing, Yan Xuan, Felicia, Lovely &amp; Febyan played like nuts. Mind you, Feb was like the only guy, &amp;amp; he had to be around a group of mentally unsound girls. So it was Pizza &amp; dance &amp;amp; laughter. When I reached home, I was so bored I called Feb &amp; Felicia, &amp;amp; we just talked for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today, Shaun's party. There's going to be food &amp;amp; noise &amp; dog. He has this huge labrador that's quite smart, but unfortunately, he doesn't score much in the looks section. But he has brains , that's what my dad says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. And there's gonna be Angklung so many times. &amp;amp; STC's open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I haven't even gotten down to what I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody crack me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116209940004039831?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116209940004039831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116209940004039831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116209940004039831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116209940004039831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/lots-of-talk.html' title='Lots Of Talk'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116187729220399087</id><published>2006-10-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:48:45.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny Girls[Or Guys]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whiny Girls[Or Guys]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see what 'anoymous' wrote? Let's just name her/him &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall refresh your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous: Why do you keep complaining and make it seem like so many guys like you? No one actually even likes you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback, my dear enemy. I've only like, told my blog readers about ONE guy that likED me. Right. ONLY ONE GUY. Does it look like I have been flaunting my history of guys I've liked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people just have nothing to do, they love putting people down, thinking that they'll be like, more socially authorotative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's something for you. Go on,keep trashing me. &amp; I'll see how you react when you have run out of ABSOLUTELY ABSURD RUBBISHY GOSSIP to trash. 'Cause you're running your life, going around trying to humiliate me on my own Cbox &amp;amp; hoping I'll be like, so emotionally affected like a drag queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. You are so hopeless, my dear. Yes. Girl or guy. &amp;amp; I have an idea who it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Adeline. But then again, she has so much stuff to do in STC, I don't think she even thinks about hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor people who have nothing else better to do in life. Oh well. It's the holidays. Wadya expect? After all I'm a very vunerable victim for every fake mean girl out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonan crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116187729220399087?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116187729220399087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116187729220399087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116187729220399087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116187729220399087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/whiny-girlsor-guys.html' title='Whiny Girls[Or Guys]'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116184077621732251</id><published>2006-10-25T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:32:56.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Day Happiness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will most probably go on a curse rant on stupid, unreasonable auntie hairdressers with fake brown roots, &amp; their horrible haircutting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heat of the moment, I decided to get a haircut. More of like a trim. 'Cause trimming keeps the ends unsplit &amp; healthy, &amp;amp; possibly look longer. So I went to this hairsalon I always go to. I was looking for my favourite YOUNG, NICE &amp; STYLISH hairdresser, but this old aunty came trotting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lai, xiao mei mei, jian tou fa ah!" [Come small girl, cutting hair?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;  a xiao mei mei. I'm 13. What 13 year old girl is a xiao mei mei? Then she told me the girl I was looking for was on her offday. So bummer. But then she led me to this chair &amp; told me to sit down. Whatever, since I was already there, why not cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong mistake. Big Time. I told her what I wanted. Short trims, until shoulder length, &amp; maybe a little cut on my LONG LONG FRINGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like, "or, okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the #%#&amp;amp;*^(#%^@# results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BLOODY HAIR DIDN'T EVEN REACH MY SHOULDER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was like, making me look like a guy trying to be a girl. You know, Ahgua? I FEEL SO RETARDED, LIKE A TORTOISE WITHOUT ITS SHELL!!!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She already cut it. What could I possibly say? "Oi you ah soh, cut wrongly la. I don't care. I want hair extensions."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She can probably reply, "hair exten-sern ah. can, gimme me marni"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I will start stuttering, 'cause I'm low on the income, then I scream, "I'LL SUE YOU FOR THIS! YOU MADE MY HAIR LIKE THIS! I--I-I-I..." then I'll run out crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ofcourse, not. I just paid &amp; went off. I couldn't stop whining to my grandmother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"SHE CUT SO HIGH. SHE STUPID OR WHAT? OLD AUNTY."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then my grandmother was like, "Aiya, nice la, neat ma."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"NEAT? NEAT MY DONKEY! IT'S LIKE SO UGLY, I LOOK LIKE JELLYBEAN MAN SELLING JELLY BEANS. I LOOK LIKE A JELLYBEAN MASCOT WITH A JELLYBEAN SHAPED HEAD!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she replied, "Neat what. See your hair never fly here fly there already."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I WANT TO SUE HER! SHE STUPID OR WHAT!!!! I SAY CUT SHOULDER LENGTH  LEH! YOU SEE MY SHOULDER![points very vigorously to my shoulder] GOT HAIR OR NOT? NO HAIR RIGHT? IT'S AT MY WHERE? [points to chin equally vigorously] MY CHIN! SHE BLIND OR WHAT? SHE CANNOT SEE IS IT!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then dinner it got worse. Dylan [MingEn] came over for dinner. He was, "Bridget, you look like a man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even his younger brother thinks so. "Ya, really leh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, having a very crushable self-esteem, I went to the spare room, took out ALL the possible hair products &amp; plopped myself in front of the FULL LENGTH MIRROR.Then I started fiddling with my hair &amp;amp; spray. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got my mindset, to get my natural flip-curl back. So the next morning , which was today morning, I woke up at 5. I did this, did that. I even sprayed hairspray accidentally into my ears, but whatever. At least it looked better than the actual cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here I am, stroking my dry hair due to the residue of hairspray &amp; all the nasty chemicals. That's why. TGTF. I'm so happy. Thank god tomorrow Friday. No more school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except I have youth group Projec-J, but I will probably wear a trucker with a long non-frilly black dress &amp;amp; pink long beaded necklace I ordered. So I will risk bad hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Die. Tonight got party to attend at some place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116184077621732251?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116184077621732251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116184077621732251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116184077621732251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116184077621732251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-happiness.html' title='Last Day Happiness'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116168700630421349</id><published>2006-10-24T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:50:06.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Boys II</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stupid Boys II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes, that was stupid boy I. Now, I'm back with Stupid Boy II. I shall call him &lt;strong&gt;IR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, okay, like two days ago, &lt;strong&gt;IR &lt;/strong&gt;asked me to be his girlfriend. AGAIN. I was screaming HELL NO with my friend, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; but obviously I just kept quiet. Instead, I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: No. You can't just up &amp; ask me to be your girlfriend again. Can't you give me space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: Excuse me, but don't call me that. Don't push me. I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: &lt;/strong&gt;You don't love me. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[That was so stupid right? What decent guy does that?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: Why are you so fucking immature? Why are you always looking for a relationship? Are you that desperate that's why no one wants you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: &lt;/strong&gt;I may be fucking immature but you are a &lt;strong&gt;fucking bimbo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time I lost it. I called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: &lt;strong&gt;DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME A FUCKING BIMBO. IF I WERE TO GET WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU, THEN WOULD I BE A BIMBO. HAVE SOME SELF-RESPECT AND RESPECT FOR OTHERS YOU HEADCASE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut off. He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR:&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up la. I bet you are not 'virging'. You fucking bitch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[IT'S SO FUNNY. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL VIRGIN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: Excuse me stupid, it's spelt Virgin, &amp; no, I haven't lost it. I'm not like you. I have respect for myself. Just because I crushed your ego, you're going around putting me down just to make yourself feel better. How lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I may not be 'ego' and I am lame. But I am not a fucking bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT EGO IS? HE IS REALLY DAMN DUMB. &amp; I CAN'T CALL HIM A HIMBO CAUSE' HE'S NOT CLOSE TO BEING ONE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bridget: You're so stupid. Ego isn't even an adjective. Stop being so whatever. Have some pride man. Carry on.  I know a gang. You think I'll just let you trash me &amp; do nothing about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: Whatever. I don't have a friend that is a bitch &amp; bimbo. I bet you lost it. Go sell your body at Geylang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: You watch out. I am going to use that as a statement against you. You better watch out. I swear I am going to get even. Physical or whatever, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: &lt;/strong&gt;Okay, sorrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget: SORRY? YOU DON'T GO AND TRASH PEOPLE CALL THEM BIMBO AND FUCKING BITCH THEN YOU SAY SORRY OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IR: &lt;/strong&gt;So I say sorry la. I don't like you scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[HIS COMMAND OF ENGLISH IS WAYY DOWN THE DRAIN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you believe it? He just A DAMN RETARD WHO THINKS HE HAS IT ALL. He keeps looking for girlfriends. I bet he just want to take away the one thing the girl has a choice about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CALLED ME A FU*KING PROSTITUTE. I tell you, one day if he gets really out of hand, I am really going to use that against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have cut all connections with him I am not going to even get the chance to see if he gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCB. The world should banish boys like that. They just don't belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116168700630421349?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116168700630421349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116168700630421349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116168700630421349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116168700630421349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-boys-ii.html' title='Stupid Boys II'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116168626033038896</id><published>2006-10-24T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:37:40.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises to Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRAISES TO FRIENDSTER!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god! My friendster is back!!! For some reason, they added all my old contacts back! Isn't that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to check my mail, there were TONS of "[Whoever] has accepted your request"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant Friendster. Who's the Friendster man? I must kiss him. He saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another girls' day out with me &amp; Rozann. We went to Vivocity, then went to JEC. Didn't do much. I was low on the cash. We had some arcade fun, then I went to make my name stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did. So there's the [Cross]Bridget, [Skull]Bridget &amp; [3 hearts] Bridget. Ain't it nice? Then I don't have to write my name over &amp;amp; over again on my new textbooks. Speaking of which, I'm thinking of getting 2nd hand textbooks. I mean, I don't want to waste  money. After all, it is quite a waste. I'll be donating my used textbooks too. So I'll be lugging a load of books on Thursday. Thusday Donation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite overjoyed about my Friendster state. I am over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Jingwen doesn't remember me. I just stopped meeting her for 3 months. It's not like my picture's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116168626033038896?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116168626033038896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116168626033038896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116168626033038896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116168626033038896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/praises-to-friendster.html' title='Praises to Friendster'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116156397973049974</id><published>2006-10-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:39:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingrateful Chits</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingrateful Chits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I was talking about a friend, who found out his girlfriend was pregnant? &amp; in the end it wasn't his work of fine 'art'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, I was talking to him yesterday. Let's call him &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;. He has a new girlfriend now, named Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can't resist myself saying, "YOU'RE SUCH A DAMN HARDCORE %*&amp;$&amp;amp;$&amp;*%$&amp;amp;^ FLIRT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just weeks after his girlfriend's trauma, he found a new girl. You know, this entire year, I think he has been chasing girls as his day job? Let's describe him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He takes pictures of himself non-stop. &amp; it's the kind of pictures where he looks away from the lenses &amp;amp; acts 'emo'.&lt;br /&gt;2. He claims to have been drunk &amp; gone to underage club parties, but he heck doesn't know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;3. The only alcohol name he can think of is Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;4. He nods at everything older people say about clubs while he doesn't know a hoot about it.&lt;br /&gt;5. The girls he like are AH LIANS. Girls who put eyeliner, say they're gothic, then say "muakkkkzzzxxxx". &amp;amp; when the take pictures, their eyes look at the way up at the camera. You know that lil' cutie look? Yeah it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;6. He calls himself gangster, but he's the typical fakie, who loves techno music. Under his Friendster Profile for favourite songs: techno, beng songs. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;7. On top of that all, he's a Catholic. He practically uses the church classes to show off, but no one's noticing.&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp; yes, he has said this to me many times, "I don't know, but it's like alot of girls notice me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What a COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When he &amp; his girlfriend got into deep shit he was like asking me what to do. Now he found another Lian, he told me to &lt;strong&gt;fuck off&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Excuse me, but you &lt;strong&gt;fuck off&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;. Dont' you know how many people think you're such a fake? Well, I'm No.1 ANTI-&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't you have any principles or dignity? You're one of those people who just think you're all that. You're not. You're a hopeless 13-year old looking for attention, &amp; desiring maturity. Your friend Ignatius is like, a way better St.Gabs student than you. I'm not lying. He is not very perfect, but compared with YOU, he is better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;You have no sense of responsibility, obviously you are not old enough to handle your emotions&lt;/strong&gt;. When you turn 14, your hormones are gonna run wild &amp; that's where the trouble comes. Your fine 'art' crafted will bring a baby popping out of her. Except that 'her' won't be Jamie, because you are such a &lt;strong&gt;playboy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know that I can't handle my emotions. I've been in a couple of bad relationships, I've sworn off older guys until I'm like, 16? I don't know, cause this is my 13year old opinion. Dating you would be like, the worse mistake of my life, so I WILL NEVER MAKE THIS MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God I am so pissed with the immature rants of a random 13year old guy who thinks he has what it takes to have a relationship, go to clubs &amp;amp; get drunk. Over my dead body will I ever even like you as a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116156397973049974?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116156397973049974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116156397973049974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116156397973049974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116156397973049974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/ingrateful-chits.html' title='Ingrateful Chits'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116152297721673667</id><published>2006-10-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:16:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interesting Quizzes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've took a few tests recently, &amp;amp; the results are quite interesting. Check it. &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't need a man! Or even want one!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyouneedamanquiz/no-man.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're very happy being a single woman.&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who has a problem with that... well, that's there problem.&lt;br /&gt;Not that you wouldn't share your life with the almost perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;You simply won't settle though. Your life is too good to share with some substandard man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyouneedamanquiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find a Boyfriend Within 3 Months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whenwillyoumeetyournextboyfriendquiz/three-months.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a bit more time to get over an ex&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you need a confidence boost to talk to new guys&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you'll find a boyfriend in time...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep getting out there and meeting new guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda contradicts with the recent quizz huh? Thanks &lt;a href="http://angrypeopleattackcarrots.blogspot.com"&gt;Joscelin!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116152297721673667?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116152297721673667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116152297721673667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116152297721673667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116152297721673667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-quizzes-ive-took-few-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116151825937220299</id><published>2006-10-22T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:57:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Mammas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singapore Idol Hype Up Concert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's this Tuesday, the concert. I'm still wondering if I should let my 58 bucks go to the drain just to see Hady, Taufik, Paul, Jonathan &amp; some other people. What's worse, I might not get to sit with Angela &amp;amp; Joscelin. Those sstupid people, get two tickets then chuck me aside. Largi best man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116151825937220299?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116151825937220299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116151825937220299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116151825937220299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116151825937220299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/wedding-mammas.html' title='Wedding Mammas'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116116115414605366</id><published>2006-10-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:45:54.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;McDonald's Retard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so stupid. Me &amp; Ashwinnie were laughing about it like mental retards. Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ordering fries for myself when this pair of overseas college boys came over &amp;amp; started shaking a McDonald's coupon at the staff. The staff explained that if he ordered the set, there would be a free burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupider thing happened. They asked the staff the same question thrice, &amp; the staff answered the same thing thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the STUPIDEST thing happened too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TWO BOYS ASKED IF THEY JUST HANDED THE COUPON OVER, THEY COULD HAVE THE SET MEAL FOR FREE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken!!!That was so stupid, I was going to laugh out loud. It's as if they picked the McDonalds' coupon on the floor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs, &amp; laughs &amp;amp; laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the mess &amp;amp; clutter of Lovely's study room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116116115414605366?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116116115414605366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116116115414605366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116116115414605366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116116115414605366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/mcdonalds-retard.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Retard'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116115341685848936</id><published>2006-10-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:36:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Day Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls' Day Out!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're 5 crazy girls. Except I've been playing photographer non-stop. Here's some retarded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Ashwinnie &amp; Bridget=Boy+ Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShienLing: "Zee-yao!Zee-yao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh-so pretty pink heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwinnie.Must.Eat.Scone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   We like took pictures outta hell of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my lips feel like a beach. I'm gonna go Tanglin Mall &amp;amp; buy some balm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116115341685848936?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116115341685848936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116115341685848936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116115341685848936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116115341685848936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Day Out!'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116115138334974532</id><published>2006-10-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:03:03.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer Bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bummer Bummer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my SJI friend just had an extremely stupid conversation where we discussed donkeys &amp;amp; publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like, damn lost? He can't tell what's a donkey. Oh I'll tell you. It's an ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116115138334974532?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116115138334974532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116115138334974532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116115138334974532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116115138334974532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/bummer-bummer.html' title='Bummer Bummer'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29206069.post-116109784882616771</id><published>2006-10-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:10:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shopping Mamma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a shopping addict. Someone must stop me before I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online to &lt;a href="http://candydollhouse-.blogspot.com"&gt;Candy Doll House&lt;/a&gt; to shop AGAIN &amp; this time, I bought something really pink &amp;amp; girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/1600/PINK%20BEADED%20NECKLACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/488/320/PINK%20BEADED%20NECKLACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I find nothing embarrasing about buying girly pink stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29206069-116109784882616771?l=mysoftkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/116109784882616771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29206069&amp;postID=116109784882616771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116109784882616771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29206069/posts/default/116109784882616771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysoftkisses.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping-mamma_17.html' title='Shopping Mamma'/><author><name>Bridget♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197442516643912888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
