<?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-8085314</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i confess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116234902138170282</id><published>2006-10-31T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:43:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE ONIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-116234902138170282?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116106417964742405</id><published>2006-10-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:49:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 1: someone who engages in sexual intercourse 2: a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid despised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asshole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 1: insulting terms of address for people who are stupid or irritating or ridiculous [syn:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=bastard"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bastard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cocksucker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cocksucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dickhead"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dickhead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=shit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=mother%20fucker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother fucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=motherfucker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;motherfucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=prick"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=whoreson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoreson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=son%20of%20a%20bitch"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;son of a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=sob"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] 2: excretory opening at the end of the alimentary canal [syn:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=anus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=arse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=arsehole"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arsehole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im·be·cilePronunciation: 'im-b&amp;-sil, -"sIl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun: a mentally retarded or deficient person; especially : a severely mentally retarded person —used esp. formerly; —see also &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?db=mwlaw&amp;amp;q=idiot"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-116106417964742405?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/116106417964742405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=116106417964742405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116106417964742405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116106417964742405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-fucker-n-1-someone-who-engages-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116106343468330045</id><published>2006-10-16T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:37:14.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up this morning,went to eat my plain yoghurt with mixed berry jam.yummy.showered did some work til about 1010.then i called him, thought they were going to be here anytime.lo and behold, his late again.for the second time this week.sorry is all i get.run over a person and apologise maybe his wounds would close up and he would come back to life.i don't even want to quarrel with him.im just so tired of his empty promises.he says it like its my fault,again.for what?to make him feel better about himself.yeah he can boast to his friends and say i bought this for her, i paid for it.money can't buy everything.lucky me, i've got indispensible friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-116106343468330045?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/116106343468330045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=116106343468330045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116106343468330045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116106343468330045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/10/woke-up-this-morningwent-to-eat-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116096600531639966</id><published>2006-10-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:33:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ways to torture yourself;&lt;br /&gt;1get bangs,i mean heavy set ones.they look good and mod and they make you grow zits.its an instant fertiliser for pimples.fantastic&lt;br /&gt;2pluck your brows, its annoying when you see them growing back.can't they just stay that way?&lt;br /&gt;3talking to your ex.everybody is suppose to hate their ex-es,why not me?&lt;br /&gt;4go on a south beach diet.you'll empty your pockets by the first week of phase 1,but you lose the weight.&lt;br /&gt;5go to a girls' school and being part of the loser gang.&lt;br /&gt;6get drainpipes.so you must eat like a rabbit to fit into them.&lt;br /&gt;7join a peagant and don't win.&lt;br /&gt;8get second runner up and hate the winner&lt;br /&gt;9eat long john's sliver everyday&lt;br /&gt;10watch movie everyday&lt;br /&gt;11have 5dollars to go out every time,it just kinda suck&lt;br /&gt;12force yourself to eat something you don't like,it doesn't have to be poo.&lt;br /&gt;13get hot friends, the others would like your maria&lt;br /&gt;14use an old handphone, your friend is telling you you should sell it to a museum&lt;br /&gt;15be nice to mrs gill for a day&lt;br /&gt;16eat smelly tofu&lt;br /&gt;17be nas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116070808854876647</id><published>2006-10-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:54:48.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When they come back and said you've changed all you've got to say is fuck off you've never really knew me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it may be get all fucked up when i fail every maths test by like 5 marks.like you try and try but you never get anything back.&lt;br /&gt;grad night is next thurs.i think im gonna cry when i speak.when your sec 1 you say you hate the school and its a shit hole but after five years in the school you don't ever want to leave especially when you know its gonna be the last time you'll ever see jt as it is.omg emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for whatever things i've said to make anybody i know or don't know in school pissed/annoying/have she's-such-a-bitch thoughts.im like that and its fun.but im sorry if you can't handle it.im sorry for the way i stare at you, i just don't like your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mr tay maybe im not progressing fast enough but im working my ass off here.i've made little progresses so shut up.stop saying im complacent cos im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mrs foo, i can't get an A1.i may look smart ass but i don't read a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mrs gill and mrs ong i study what you want me to.but studying that way is plain stupid.but i'll pass my humanties anyway.so no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm fong mrs loo, thanks.your the nicest teachers i know.im gonna try to get a 5 that i never get.i want my 12-course dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xin, kh, jm, wh, qiang, butterball, you stupid gymnast, fatty i love all of you.your the best friends i could ever have.though sometimes i may cross the line a little when i talk i know you'll forgive me.i coax really well anyway, i coax not beg mind you faggot.i've learnt good things from all of you and i'll always keep it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne, BFF.always.your so perfect i need to put you into a plastic box and display you like a barbie.i wish i was as perfect as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly, your a good person.i love you.and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the other ones i called friends, and those they have came and gone in and out of my life, have a nice life.live for the moment you've only got one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;nas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-116070808854876647?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/116070808854876647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=116070808854876647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116070808854876647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116070808854876647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-they-come-back-and-said-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-116070854766500048</id><published>2006-10-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:02:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/29-09-06_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/29-09-06_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you very much; nas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-116070854766500048?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/116070854766500048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=116070854766500048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116070854766500048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/116070854766500048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you-very-much-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115873778726484218</id><published>2006-09-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:36:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's like a fever I can't sweat off.im so tired of all this, its like a broken record.over and over,playing and playing but he's who i always come back to.what a loser you might say, thats how exactly i think of myself.a loser.oh God, i wanna move on.drop all my baggage and run til i can't run anymore.as far from reality as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115873778726484218?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115873778726484218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115873778726484218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115873778726484218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115873778726484218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-like-fever-i-cant-sweat-off.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115858233302881582</id><published>2006-09-18T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T05:25:33.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello nas (:&lt;br /&gt;great bangs.it makes you look like Jayne, wrong move nas.bad move!it makes you look like a coconut too.i have kaya and juice in my hair.im being called Miss17,Jayne and coconut which is also known affectionately as tenga.hahaha(: omg.i just love my friendsssssssss and the stupid names they give me.they make me laugh they make me cry.all's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115858233302881582?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115744396660054431</id><published>2006-09-05T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:12:46.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMNIT.im too lazy to edit anything the new skin is really cute.haha.if you're reading my blog you must probably know me.I want a new phone with a better camera and a mp3 player pleaseeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115744396660054431?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115744396660054431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115744396660054431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115744396660054431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115744396660054431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/09/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115744210062551872</id><published>2006-09-05T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:41:40.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/03-09-06_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/03-09-06_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my polka dotty top.so cute.haha.so what if its gonna go out of fashion?I like my clothes outdated.you've got a problem?I wanna go cut my hair into a bob like kit chan's.her hair makes her look so polished and sleek.with my afro i think it would hardly look like that.so the next best thing would be to grow it out which i am doing now.just bought a 9 in 1 hair styler.pretty cool.i can style my hair whatever i want(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115744210062551872?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115744210062551872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/05-08-06_0750.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/05-08-06_0750.2.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;&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;July! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/06-05-06_1141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/06-05-06_1141.0.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July's mummy.We look good together, matching outfits and all(: haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115709255294076774?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115709255294076774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/DSC02561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/DSC02561.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,teachers' day was yesterday.It was fun fun fun(:&lt;br /&gt;Miss 17 came to school and we had yam seng competition which my class won.haha.I hink we had more fun than the teachers.they were suppose to be the limelight((:&lt;br /&gt;spent the time awake doing my holiday homework.bloody hell.there's like a shitload of homework.wanna go upload photos for my next entry.tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115709032328653111?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115709032328653111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115709032328653111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115709032328653111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115709032328653111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-my-boys-anywaysteachers-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115615796022723844</id><published>2006-08-21T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:59:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes a narcissist to spot a fellow narcissist.narcissists in the world unite!haha ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is funnn!mrs ong is like this irritating little beaver.what do people do when they're hungry eat right?not chew on geography worksheets.i only got 1 mark for the map reading test btw.haha.then she kicked me out of class cos i ate.doesn't darren ever feel hungry?then she kicked jm out cos he walked around the class, then kicked xin out cos she was eating too.then the 3 of us went to the macdonalds chairs.xin and jm starting scolding mrs ong with ljs and cbs.it was horrendous to hear.since it was all in chinese, it would have been a little more tasteful if they spoke in english with ljs and cbs.i didn't stop them since we're all ah lian and ah bengs and one a huay.so, instead i focused on finishing my yummy bread.then hong stared at us from class so we stared back at him, giving the zhao pai ah lian/beng look.then he pointed the middle finger at us, so boorish jm pointed back, as ugly as may be he doesn't go down without a fight.anyway, if your reading this and think that me xin and jm hate hong.we don't we're all actually good buddys.haha.we just love acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLIMAX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qiang wanted to know the answer for question 2b,so he asked tricia whether it was like this or like this.then she ignored him and asked him to sit at the back.feeling all sad and dejected, qiang instigated hong to go out of class to join us.qiang said to her that since she doesn't want to answer his question then he's going out.she ignored him as usual.so he and hong just went out of class.the now angry little beaver couldn't take it that we were stepping all over her, so she stomped out of class and came to the chairs where we were and screamed at us.threatened us to drop geography i wanted to say okay, but i didn't.cos i distracted by her STRIKING PINK EYE SHADOW.haha.then she scolded qiang for going out of class.he said he also deserved a chance to learn cos he paid school fees.then she said take the table and fan home, it was quite funny.haha.hong made it even funnier by cheering.haha.then he said a string of words i couldn't make out and ended with a super loud AH.tricia was defeated.then she turned her attention to me.i kept staring at her eye shadow.she said she's disappointed blah blah blah.i was like mm ah okay.well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.i didn't want the devil in her to be unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTI CLIMAX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while all of us walked away with mad beaver behind us, qiang said shorties.refering to her.hahahhahaha.frikkin loser, it was suppose to be shorty.anyway, its our fault.mrs ong just couldn't stand that we're climbing over her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115615796022723844?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115615796022723844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115615796022723844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115615796022723844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115615796022723844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-takes-narcissist-to-spot-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115293221645378093</id><published>2006-07-14T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:56:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to tomorrow.sg and read a bit.Mostly at the favourite reads sections, and there's this stupid girl who's too ugly to get banged and masturbates everyday because she saw Dawn Yang and she enjoys taking upskirt pictures of herself.She even wants to know if masturbating with a certain cooking oil is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a whack, obviously wanting people to respond to her notice-me-and-bang-me comments.Nobody seem to be responding though, she sounds like a cross between an auntie and an ah lian.She's just gross.If sex is so important, go fcuk a cow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115293221645378093?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115293221645378093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115293221645378093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115293221645378093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115293221645378093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115284721441397665</id><published>2006-07-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:20:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was hospitalised.Not that i was dying or on the verge of my death bed.But yeah, it hurt quite a bit.The doctors sucked, they were all inefficent.They all couldn't pinpoint what was hurting me so much, that they printed out on my MC, "non-specific abdominal pain."They suspected that the pain was Urinary Track Infection, Appendix or Stones.But they still ended up with:"non-specific abdominal pain." The nurses were nice though, they wanted to shower me.I would have let them if I were the not so intelligent gender, the male.I sound so feminist/femenist?Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll never be hospitalised, maybe when im old and dying but not when i have fun everyday.I missed school for four days, that means lots of make-up tests and homework.YUCKS.I miss my friends.They're the best. :) Smelly still stinks if you're wondering why Im not talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even missed oral, going back to school later to do a make-up.Hope I can cope with it, as chatty as I am.If you speak to me in chinese about some issues that only uncles talk about.I can't say anything.I'll either be repeating myself or talking rubbish.My friends has a difficult topic, :"Will you sue your parents to court?" Thats just hard.Yeah, maybe I can say a few things but thats all and most of it will be rubbish or I would buy time and ask the examiners what it means and think really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Xiaxue's blog.I think nobody likes her anymore.No comments for her last blog entry, not even one.A boyfriend with a reciding hairline, an ego bigger than JLO's ass, and a mindset that besides her only Madonna has.STomp blog readers hate her.And she thinks her looks are above average.I use to think her entries are entertaining and amusing, but not anymore.The word humble just doesn't exist in her dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115284721441397665?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115284721441397665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115284721441397665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115284721441397665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115284721441397665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-hospitalised.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115218136555530015</id><published>2006-07-06T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:22:45.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said hello to him then went offline.WHAT A CHICKEN RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;We use to talk on msn all the time.Don't know what happened along the way, a "so?"from him made me step back.we even went to camp together, drank milo together.I told him my fears and he laughed about it and stood at the staircase of a deserted colonial house in sentosa.He even messaged me after, to ask if im okay.I added him on friendster, took great courage for me to do that.Thought he would just reject me,like his friend who deleted me of his friend list.All i remember now is when he smiled at me on speech day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to think a whole bunch of them as friends.You know, laugh about stupid things, talking about school and just well, anything and everything.Some of them even think im trying to possess their mind and take over their lives, like an alien of some sort.I was even close to some of them, him and him and him.One even became my boyfriend, and we're still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One i was specially close with, I hurt his feelings and He hurt mine.spreading rumours and fabricating lies.I was hated/dislike by his friends, he still send me silly messages like "sorry,wrong number." I know its him.I remember his number.He even called once.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like calling him to tell him lets be friends again and nothing more.Well, we don't talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of his lies, and false truths made me lose another friend.a good person to hold a conversation with, now we're constantly competing in class on whose english is better.we use to talk on msn too.he made me laughed and laughed and launghed.He's not my friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to like one, even fought over him with my best friend.we're still in contact, not as close as we use to be.But im okay.Im keeping him as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if sometimes, if they remember any of these.I've changed maybe they have too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115218136555530015?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115218136555530015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115218136555530015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115218136555530015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115218136555530015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-said-hello-to-him-then-went-offline.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115183083023651058</id><published>2006-07-02T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:00:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wake til simple life 4 shows here. :D&lt;br /&gt;I want a Rihanna CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115183083023651058?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115183083023651058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115183083023651058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115183083023651058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115183083023651058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-wake-til-simple-life-4-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115156470517412579</id><published>2006-06-28T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:05:05.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw three things that I don't see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;1.Mr Kenny punishing us.&lt;br /&gt;primary 3 boy scolding his friend.And swearing shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;3.A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; couple kissing.HEATED KISSING,TOUNGES AND ALL. im serious, they retarded.like mentally ill.WHO SEES THIS THING EVERYDAY?They don't look good together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115156470517412579?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115156470517412579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115156470517412579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115156470517412579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115156470517412579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/saw-three-things-that-i-dont-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115150254703034592</id><published>2006-06-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:49:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like Siew Hoon/Boon/Woon.She's so cute and cute.yeah, HURHUR.Anyways, I think Norman and Gayle will get in.Jay's is not handsome but has a superb voice.Maybe Primerio too, cos for one obvious reason.HE'S HANDSOME WHAT.Don't tell me you haven't noticed so I don't believe.Geraldine is so ugly inside.Can't stand her.So what if she's pretty.Her outside can't make up for her inside, unless your a guy.Thats different.Cos you would only notice her never ending legs.PERVERT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EH!I CANNOT STAND MY HAIR!I WANNA DO SOMETHING TO IT.MAKE IT NICE SHINY AND STRAIGHT WITH VOLUME.don't like straight limp hair that sticks to your face like a wig.growing it out is a pain though, trying to grow it longer.then I'll be able to cut off the damaged parts.WHY WOULDN'T I LEAVE MY HAIR ALONE IN THE FIRST PLACE?sorry hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the chinese papers today.the blogger which got famous in china, IS FUGLY, she's fat and disgusting and dances like she has Britney's former body.Her dance move is supposedly to look like a S shape look like a fat caterpillar sleeping in a S shape.Anyway, starting not to like XiaXue at all.She's so damn full of herself, like as if flowers would bloom where ever she walks.BUAY TAHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done blogging.gonna go eat my durians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115150254703034592?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115150254703034592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115150254703034592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115150254703034592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115150254703034592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-siew-hoonboonwoon.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115104408707648156</id><published>2006-06-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:28:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/BritneySpears_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/BritneySpears_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give birth and end up looking like her, I've gave it a long and hard thought.And, decided that I'll never give birth.I'll adopt.DON'T JUDGE ME, Im giving the poor kid a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney, you use to have a HAWT HAWT body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115104408707648156?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115104408707648156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115104408707648156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115104408707648156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115104408707648156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-want-to-give-birth-and-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115088084758357773</id><published>2006-06-21T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:07:27.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible day.</title><content type='html'>ac·cuse   &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Faccuse"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( P )  (-kyz)v. ac·cused, ac·cus·ing, ac·cus·es v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;1.To charge with a shortcoming or error.&lt;br /&gt;2.To charge formally with a wrongdoing. v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;3.To make a charge of wrongdoing against another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people accuse me, anyone in particular.Im not going to point the finger to him.But this is an outlet to express my feelings so i blog what i damn like.In this case im being accused of stealing/hiding/forgotten to return and left it in my house of a $700 dollars odd digi cam.which was later found at Smelly's house in His's room.MUTHAFUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera belongs to Smelly's family, and the person who uses it the most its obviously him.I borrowed it a 2 or 3 times from Smelly when i went to holidays or when i went out with my group of friends since i don't have one.And Smelly obviously didn't mind or, pretended not to mind since we've been together for so darn fucking long and he should have complete faith in me.The last time i borrowed it was when i went to KL, and after developing the photos, i returned the camera to Smelly, he even paid for the pictures first cos mama wasn't around.Guess what?Smelly's MUTHAFUCKER brother kept insisting it was with me, and whats worst and wrong that Smelly begin to have major memory loss and forget when i returned the bloody camera to him, so for three straight days.Smelly and his brother kept grilling me for the camera, the first two times Smelly asked i answered him with total patience that i did'nt have it with me.The third time He asked again, I had enough.I was so angry/frustrated/hurt that Smelly too suspect the camera was with me.I cried and screamed like a bloody mad dog, when he asked me again.I even made him go to my house to look for it, He didn't.I had nothing to hide, so i thought why not?IM STILL FEELING ANGRY WHILE TYPING THIS, MY EYES ARE STILL SORE FROM CRYING AND THEY LOOK LIKE RAMBUTANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popo asked both of us to calm down, I didn't because I was the one being suspected of being a thief and I didn't like that bloody feeling.While i was crying like a mad dog in my room, Smelly came to hug me.He was smelly and I hated that he thought a hug would make me feel better.Then, I had to go get a french curve so I asked him to go home but he followed me.I didn't even want to talk to him at all, sitting next to him made me feel why did I get myself a stupid asshole who doesn't trust me at all to be my boyfriend?He tried to make me smile but acting cute, but it doesn't work because im so fierce.Then, he talked to me and kept apologising.He looked like a poor thing, i relanted and talked to him a bit.I wasn't extremely happy though, besides having an idiotic boyfriend, the lunch i had sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day really bad.Im having tution at 6pm which means i can't watch my 7pm show, stupid tutor.Thus my day has become even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only highlight of today was, i had a yummy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL expect anybody who has the surname TEO and lives near the canadian school.Or whatever angmoh school that is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115088084758357773?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115088084758357773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115088084758357773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115088084758357773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115088084758357773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/horrible-day.html' title='Horrible day.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115085910166881669</id><published>2006-06-20T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:05:01.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/20-06-06_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/20-06-06_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly's bruise.my poor baby. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115085910166881669?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115085910166881669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115085910166881669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115085910166881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115085910166881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/smellys-bruise.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-115042510226943878</id><published>2006-06-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:31:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; pay to be nice to alecia, at all.i mean come on, its only 15.80 do you have to act like uts 1580?she feels like she has the upper hand.asswipe.i hate owing her favours, i honestly think she's not my sister, either she's adopted or i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a plan!hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;if i pass my Os and have like 28 points, i'll go to nursing and go serve in you know,&lt;br /&gt;those big private hospital rooms, where you'll feel like its your second home,than bag a rich old man or even better the son of nokia's creater or something.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if he's unfaithful, the idiom, kai yi zhi yan bi yi zhi yan.is there for a obvious reason.&lt;br /&gt;OR, if i don't go to poly.then i'll be a butcher's wife, HELLO! butchers drive mercedes too.NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do if mimi thinks i don't love him?don't i show enough?its so hard to be his girlfriend, and sometimes i feel more like a wife than a girlfriend.we've been together on and off, 2 years.don't tell me he doesn't know what i like and what i don't?sometimes, i don't know whether is he faking that he doesn't know nuts about me, or he just doesn't want to put in any effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit wen jie's cell yesterday, it was okay, most of them were friendly.i think kenny likes my sister,SORRY NOT SISTER.ALECIA.visiting elizabeth's cell on saturday, then i'll see which cell im more comfortable with, i guess.LORD, have you hand in this. (:&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-115042510226943878?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/115042510226943878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=115042510226943878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115042510226943878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/115042510226943878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-does-not-pay-to-be-nice-to-alecia_15.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114992425522627963</id><published>2006-06-10T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:24:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. (:&lt;br /&gt;this skin looks a bit weird but cute at the same time.its like weirdly cute.HAWHAW.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the heck is atmy.tried to change it to something else but couldn't find anything like it in the html.it bothers me okay.im anal about these things.its just too eye catching to be ignored.i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,last two weeks of school holidays.had to go back to school for lessons for the first two weeks.doesn't really matter how many weeks are left cos i got a shitload of homework from mrs gill aka arm wrestler.haha.she's just mad &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt;most teachers' expect us to do half as well as last year's 5A.its so demoralising cos we're different, yeah we could be as hardworking as they are but we've been nursing the lazy bone since forever.so how now,brown cow quoting smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to breakfast with smelly,i hate it when he's late.and it pisses me even more when he doesn't apologise.had breakfast at yoshinoya at great world city, the food tastes worse than cow dung and the potions are for ants.then, we went to Zara.saw this bright yellow top,wearing yellow makes me happy, saw a cute skirt too.and its only $16.90!i wanna buy!the top is pretty over priced though but i don't care!haha.this year's GSS sucks.nothing to shout about, last year's sale was definitely better.when is mango having sell?tell me if you know.i wanna buy more push up bras,i like wearing push up bras.i don't know why, they're just comfortable.haha.i only got one.so, i wanna get more.hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-114992425522627963?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114992425522627963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114992425522627963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114992425522627963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114992425522627963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114908933660517730</id><published>2006-05-31T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:28:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee.my chinese papers are OOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.hope i get a c5.quite low la.i know aim high, my compo is so primary school.anyways, holidays or not there's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; school so it isn't any different.i don't understand radioactivity at all.teach me pleaseeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched SI today.paul is cute la.jonathan is Cool with a capital C.levin is ugly.norman has no eyes.they all sounded okay, except janson.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand how it goes though.final 2?so fast &lt;em&gt;meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the next &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; SI.haha.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go for the auditions but didn't want to go alone.NO FRIEND LAH.CANNOT AH?haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-114908933660517730?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114908933660517730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114908933660517730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114908933660517730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114908933660517730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/05/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114830277558486714</id><published>2006-05-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:59:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/15-05-06_1903.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/200/18-05-06_0901.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/8085314-114830277558486714?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114830277558486714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114830277558486714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114830277558486714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114830277558486714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114830135611019083</id><published>2006-05-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:35:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love mimi and mimi loves me.HAWHAW. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-114830135611019083?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114830135611019083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114830135611019083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114830135611019083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114830135611019083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-mimi-and-mimi-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114822342647511389</id><published>2006-05-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:57:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BLOG CONSISTENTLY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care who reads it.i wanna blogggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.watched SI today.damn funny, entertaining as florence might say.cute lah, this people have balls to do the weirdest things.so yeah.yong qi ke jia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss matthew, suddenly.HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such a boring day, haven't talked to mimi the whole day, haven't seen him in 3 whole days.i didn't even tried calling him 'cos i know he's not going to have the time to talk to me, he's always busy.busy busy busy.occupied myself with food, the most comforting indulgence when you're not in your best mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASS STUDYING CHINESE.&lt;em&gt;ugh&lt;/em&gt;, i hate the new syllabus.i would rather mug for chinese.papers were so much more easier to pass, even if you didn't study.paper's on the 29, so yeah mass practice, mass reading.i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to pass chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.btw, adriana lima is hot.don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mole art (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/27-04-06_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/27-04-06_1618.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/8085314-114822342647511389?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114822342647511389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114822342647511389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114822342647511389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114822342647511389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-114812843841986502</id><published>2006-05-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T05:33:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,im so going to &lt;em&gt;fail &lt;/em&gt;my mids.the papers are the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i did even practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed chinese and geography.BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i pass my social studies though, the questions were just structed differently from the ones she gave us before.&lt;br /&gt;now i know what everyone is telling me is not bullshit.the O levels are really different from the N levels.sometimes i rather went to ite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see why-&lt;br /&gt;my maths and sciences are like my worst subjects.i never pass them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i pass my language subjects?not going to bring me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand my hair.haven't seen my hair so wavy and uncontrollable since forever.&lt;br /&gt;i've been rebonding my hair secondary school permed it once.looked like a french poodle,and now my hair is wavy with a capital W.got this strong urge to rebond it and cut it like keira knightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of going it really long.long sexy hair?you know what i mean.&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; then i would have long and unruly hair which makes me look i don't know.never had long &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i even blog?nobody reads this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-114812843841986502?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/114812843841986502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=114812843841986502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114812843841986502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/114812843841986502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113757214978170986</id><published>2006-01-18T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:15:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yat,yi,sam.</title><content type='html'>10 FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: how about foods?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band: good charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song: stikwityou-pussycat dolls.don't laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: big fish.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: wet weather season.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day Of the Week: sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: dumblin mudslide.love it love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of the day: morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: SAD.&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: no taste la.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: school shirt and fbts&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Color: purple.heh.&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 3.56&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: mum's room&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: why isn't sam replying?&lt;br /&gt;Current Hairstyle: ponytail&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: its raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: jean low?&lt;br /&gt;First Enemy: don't have la.&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: maggie the rat.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: can't remember.joel?&lt;br /&gt;First Music: the disney cd from macdonald's&lt;br /&gt;First Car: no car.&lt;br /&gt;First Job: auntie jeeva's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: fake one.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: water&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: last last thursday&lt;br /&gt;Last Sms Receive: sam.4.30&lt;br /&gt;Last Cell phone call: sam.3.48&lt;br /&gt;Last CD: ashlee simpson's cd&lt;br /&gt;Last Girlfriend/Boyfriend: sam?don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your BestGuy/Girl Friends: yea&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: yea&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever gone Sky diving: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever gone Skinny Dipping: no.i want to go.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You didn't know?: who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You're Wearing: shirt:specs&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You've Done Today: eat&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Can Hear Right Now: the tap&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Can't Live Without: contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing You Do in your spare time: STONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;1. school&lt;br /&gt;2. hospital&lt;br /&gt;3. town&lt;br /&gt;4. home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;1. my family&lt;br /&gt;2. my best friends&lt;br /&gt;3. my cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;1. black or White: black&lt;br /&gt;2. Hot or Cold: cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 CRUSH&lt;br /&gt;1.crushless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113757214978170986?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113757214978170986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113757214978170986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113757214978170986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113757214978170986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2006/01/yatyisam.html' title='yat,yi,sam.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113575374210540700</id><published>2005-12-28T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:10:33.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>save them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spca.org.sg" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spca.org.sg/help_us/images/FFL_banner_19k.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113575374210540700?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113575145745183272</id><published>2005-12-28T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:30:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rolly and pol&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/CIMG2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/CIMG2344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.my new pets!not really mine,but im their auntie. :D its half mine anyways.heh.they're so tiny and furry.so supa cuteeeee.rolly is the black cat alecia is holding and polly is the white and grey one on the floor.rolly is &lt;em&gt;FAT &lt;/em&gt;and her eyes are already opened. :) when alecia brought them up their eyes were still closed,polly's eyes are still quite shut but they're going to open in a few days.polly is &lt;em&gt;SCRAWNY.&lt;/em&gt;but both are still half my babies and i love them anyway. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went to watch KING KONG yesterday, poor monkey.even a beast like him likes only pretty woman,men and male mammals are alike.king kong doesn't like just any random blonde &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;.this monkey has taste.i give it 3 stars.everybody should watch it.its a classic. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;school is opening in 6 days.totally not excited at all.&lt;strong&gt;i am happy that i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; passed&lt;/span&gt; N level.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but SHIT MAN.another stupid national exam and worse set by NUS!heard the chinese paper is gonna be easier tho.so better get a better score for chinese,hope i don't get lin lao shi again.she's just so demoralising.she kan suay(s) us.no support whatsoever.can't believe there's only 20 something people in class next year.no wonder we are forced to be jin moh. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113575145745183272?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113575145745183272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113575145745183272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113575145745183272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113575145745183272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/12/rolly-and-pollyhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113522677903576623</id><published>2005-12-22T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:46:19.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i wanted to take care of something,i would have gotten a dog.&lt;br /&gt;if i could make all the decisions myself,why would i need you?&lt;br /&gt;if im that insensitive,you must go for therapy.&lt;br /&gt;if im such a private person,do you think i would be telling you anything real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about us,is not about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always about you.you scarifice the most,you love me the most,you tell me everything,you do things to make me happy.you do everything i don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;immortal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113522677903576623?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113522677903576623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113522677903576623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113522677903576623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113522677903576623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-i-wanted-to-take-care-of-somethingi.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113514298340653098</id><published>2005-12-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:29:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sec 5.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i got my results i was already crying,typing this down makes me feel like a LOSER.but nvm.haha.i passed everything except combined humans,which was pretty much expected.and i passed maths.so im super happy!whee' heh.got one for eng,three for chinese,four for science and computer applications and five for maths and ungraded for combined humans.so yea.and i cried again after i got my results.they said i was kental cos i was being so emo.ASSWIPES.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants to tutor me for maths and science? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everybody who didn't pass their Ns.really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four years is a LONG LONG time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113514298340653098?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113514298340653098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113514298340653098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cam i could permanently borrow?i'll share the profits with you,or you could be a really kind soul and just help me or YOU could sell your stuff too! anyone up for partnership?:) &lt;strong&gt;TAG ME! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- i sound so advertisment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the holidays, and it sucks when you don't have money in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting results on the 19! super nervous.got a really bad feeling im not going to go to sec 5, but its okay.i really just want to pass my math, i studied super hard for it.i would go ballistic if i fail, a 50 would already fly me up to could nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from a friend that her school organises prom for all sec 4 students, which includes NA and NT too.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER JEALOUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why why WHY?!?why do teachers talk about equality?LIARS.its not like we can't afford prom.i don't mind prom&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt; two times for two years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we're humans too!maybe its just jt,the 4Es and 5N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't even have prom this year.&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;SAD but TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a christmas musical at my church this year, like all the other years.so come support us!i'll be singing in the choir, no solo part &lt;em&gt;LAH!&lt;/em&gt;just come see me sing ok?there will be 4 shows, the first show and second show would be on the 23rd and 24th of dec at 7.30, and 25th there would be 2 shows, the third show would be at 8.30 and the fourth show would be at 11.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113324542107451297</id><published>2005-11-29T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:23:41.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i announced i wanted pizza for my birthday, i wonder if i really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said it was a cheap birthday dinner.i didn't really mind before i heard her say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays means getting a year older and having presents without asking, but after days of serious thinking.maybe pizza for birthday is really just nothing special.but i like pizza. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want for a birthday present either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck are the time and date buttons? stupid blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, i found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113324542107451297?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113324542107451297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113324542107451297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113324542107451297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113324542107451297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-announced-i-wanted-pizza-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113280441359139197</id><published>2005-11-24T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:53:33.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea.i almost forget, something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY DE-BONED A FISH! PERFECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so pro.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113280441359139197?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113280441359139197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113280441359139197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113280441359139197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113280441359139197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113280401542604122</id><published>2005-11-24T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:46:55.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was going to get my tragus pierced this afternoon, but after watching the guy getting his done on video freaked me out,he didn't scream.but i don't really know whether i can bear the pain and the intensity of getting it pierced with a piercing gun, plus stories from my dad that his friend went blind after piercing her catilage doesn't make me feel any less queasy.can't seem to be uploading the ear picture up on blogger.the picture shows all the parts of the ear.maybe i'll upload it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wanted another piercing on my ear.am planning to buy myself a tattoo when i turn 18.if i can't bear the pain of getting my ear pierced then i think i'll have to take anesthetic before getting my tattoo done.ON THE BACK OF MY NECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my alter ego mouths: "LOSER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet she just thought i didn't see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113280401542604122?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113280401542604122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113280401542604122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113280401542604122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113280401542604122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/was-going-to-get-my-tragus-pierced.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113219810793291805</id><published>2005-11-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:28:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does everybody wake up feeling like he's been punched in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL sucked.every shopping centre sells the same things.spent like less than $50 sgd.im suppose to spurlge over there cos everything is like half priced but i didn't.everywhere is just a replica of everywhere but with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA toilets STINK! i had to balance myself on the SUPER DIRTY toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civilisation hasn't seem to have gone there yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113219810793291805?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113219810793291805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113219810793291805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113219810793291805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113219810793291805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/does-everybody-wake-up-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113124664548222728</id><published>2005-11-06T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:10:45.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STINKO!&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/8085314-113124664548222728?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113124664548222728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113124664548222728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113124664548222728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113124664548222728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113124653502452972</id><published>2005-11-06T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:08:55.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to KL in a week.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO FOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to take a sleeping train there, &lt;em&gt;frikkin cheapo&lt;/em&gt; but that also means more money to shop and more good food to eat.the train is a horrible way of transport, the malaysia trains smell like piss and cat shit.but i'll be sleeping,so maybe when im sleeping my sense of smell deteriorates and i won't be smelling blue cheese in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113124653502452972?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113124653502452972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113124653502452972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113124653502452972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113124653502452972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-going-to-kl-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113038796504029016</id><published>2005-10-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:39:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my pockets are empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my hair is fucking spoiled, it looks sorta FRIED.HAHA.now i have to spend hundreds of dollars to get back my hair to be oh so bouncy and eye hurting shiny, OR maybe i could be a cheapo and do all the above myself, which would cost me like 50 bucks, and if i could get stinko to help me with my hair, then i wouldn't have to strech my short arms to the back of my head, cos thats just fucking tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, think im going to KL soon.maybe they have cheaper hair services there but how much cheaper can they be? they have a high cost of living over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ben and jerry's IGNORED my application form.its my fault also lah, i sent the form back like 3 days late.the form wanted a COOL PIC OF ME.i can't even get my hands on a decent picture of me when i don't have a digi cam and my scanner doesn't work.i hate technology.going to go to work at banquet on sunday, only for a day.better then nothing,at least i can earn some extra cash to buy stinko's presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;four more days to allowance day.my pay from banquet plus my allowance only adds up to less than 200 bucks.i have a shit life.if i blow a 100 on stinko's present that only leaves me another 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113038796504029016?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113038796504029016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113038796504029016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113038796504029016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113038796504029016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-pockets-are-empty.html' title='my pockets are empty.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-113021329091405439</id><published>2005-10-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:08:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dyed my hair! woah.haha.my virgin hair is not so virgin anymore, i will never dye my hair again.makes it all dry and seaweed like.better go for treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IM SO BORED.im stucked at home with nothing to do, no money, no friends, no boyfriend, no life! i have a girlfriend, not a boyfriend.the one you see me holding hands with is GAY.haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who wants to bring me out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im so bored, i even changed the font colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh lord, deliever me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-113021329091405439?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/113021329091405439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=113021329091405439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113021329091405439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/113021329091405439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dyed-my-hair-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112927351647794273</id><published>2005-10-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:05:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/1730/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/1730/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart crepes.but my boyfriend doesn't want to eat them. he thinks its alien food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112927351647794273?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112927351647794273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112927351647794273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112927351647794273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112927351647794273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_14.html' title=':('/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112926039563569334</id><published>2005-10-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:26:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>my sister thinks im lesbian, just because i think brittany is hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112926039563569334?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112926039563569334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112926039563569334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112926039563569334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112926039563569334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112902153133924062</id><published>2005-10-11T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T02:05:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think im obsessed with brittany.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/cover-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/cover-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brittany looks so much like janice dickinson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112902153133924062?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112902153133924062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112902153133924062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112902153133924062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112902153133924062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-im-obsessed-with-brittany.html' title='i think im obsessed with brittany.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112901979197952162</id><published>2005-10-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:36:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 BRITTANY.</title><content type='html'>channel 5 is LOUSY! it did'nt even show season 3 of america's next top model.considering, that i don't have cable at home, i feel extremely short changed,because my mother pays TV fees.every year? or month? i don't know, but i know she has to pay A HUGE SUM of money just to keep my tv addiction alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched the judges send brittany home, it was so sad.i almost cried.i felt a DEEP saddness in my heart, i mean just LOOK at her.what a HOT bitch, i would marry her if she was lesbian, or if i were a man.she's fun and she doesn't eat like keenyah, or cry like kahlen, or,there's nothing wrong with naima.haha. :) i just naima is cool, she just doesn't look model-ish to me.back to my love,none of my friends like her.i think the only other person who adores brittany like i do, is janice dickinson.last night,i was hoping that miss-im-black-so-it-means-alot-to-me-keenyah, gets sent home.SHE'S SO ANNOYING.thank GOD, she didn't win antm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should set up a brittany fan site, or be on a mailing list of one, if there is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/water_brittany2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/water_brittany2.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/8085314-112901979197952162?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112815906455215239</id><published>2005-10-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:31:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i wished i had someone to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112815906455215239?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112815906455215239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112815906455215239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my n levels are like 8 days away.thats fucking s-c-a-r-y! i don't want to go ite.but if i dont pass my humanities and sciences i have a HIGH chance of going to ite hand in hand with sam.&lt;em&gt;shit.&lt;/em&gt;i've been mugging my brains out for the last 16 hours and all i remember is that F=ma.even my grandmother knows more than that.i feel so floaty after passing my language subjects and failing everything else.pretty cool shit, but its not going to get me anyway if i do get promoted to sec 5.mr tan says i need my maths.my math grade is 46.im never going to get to even a decent 56 in 8 days.im just going to fail my O levels and led a miserable life, and not able to be a member of beautifulpeople.com and end up cleaning smelly toilets for jin moh secondary school (jt and ghim moh are going to merge.damnit!) after i take my results of -56 points..im visualising everything.i still look hot in a cleaner uniform though.haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, worries aside.why do men always look at ah lians? sam likes ah lians.i think he's a true blue ah beng at heart.i shall post pictures of him with a centre parting as soon as i take them tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall once again proclaim my love for fringes, everybody love fringes.who doesn't? jayne love fringes,jie xin love fringes, erma love fringes and i adore fringes.and i fiddle with it every five secs messing it up.trying hard to not have the same hairstyle as "sxhiee sxhiee ping bpan" kelly POON. even since i had a fringe i've been greeted sawadika by a sec 1 boy with a over-whelmingly face every single day without fail.i've been called barbie doll by my classmates and also retarted tokyo girl by my pet pig.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i hate my fringe.when is it going to grow out?!?! and my hair! damn it.when will i be able to sweep the floor with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im have to get one more physics formula in my brain with the last 8 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112763944124750567?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112763944124750567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112763944124750567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112763944124750567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112763944124750567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='im back.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112409867115126887</id><published>2005-08-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:37:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love singapore.</title><content type='html'>How can you hold a pink ic and say you're not singaporean?!? my fake friend, S says that she's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;singaporean,&lt;/em&gt; refuses to sing the national athem or say the pledge, says that singaporean men and women are flirts, when she's a true pink ah lian with a ah beng boyfriend who plays sugar daddy to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your'e S.im gald i've said it all out,having to keep it binded in my heart for four years wasn't easy.i have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a fake friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112409867115126887?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112409867115126887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112409867115126887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112409867115126887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112409867115126887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-singapore.html' title='i love singapore.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112383215232596660</id><published>2005-08-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:35:52.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is sam stupid or is he acting stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/13232369515801l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/13232369515801l2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wonder if he ever reads my blog, i think he does.&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;im one angry woman, but i don't feel angry.i should be angry because girlfriends are suppose to be angry at shit like that.he thinks im angry, but im not.i think i should be angry, but im not.im making myself sound like a licensed&lt;em&gt; bimbo&lt;/em&gt;.damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im angry, he doesnt realise it.&lt;br /&gt;when im not, he thinks i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at him.he doesn't&lt;em&gt; look&lt;/em&gt; that stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112383215232596660?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112383215232596660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112332579876219557</id><published>2005-08-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:56:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/1600/lesbians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2266/531/320/lesbians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112332579876219557?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112332579876219557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112332579876219557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112332579876219557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112332579876219557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/08/hot.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112331161888642555</id><published>2005-08-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:00:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being gay</title><content type='html'>is lesbianism a sex disorientation or a choice? i searched getty images for pictures of lesbians and the results came in on a total of 12 pages.they looked happy.maybe because they were suppose to look happy for that shoot, or maybe some of them are'nt even lesbians to begin with. some pictures were of them nude, lying on a bed and some of them showed them kissing etc etc, showing other things every normal couple would do together.but they still looked happier than people in guy girl relationships.im not saying that having a thing for the same sex would enhance happy emotions for longevity, im also not saying that normal female and male relationships cannot be lasting and happy.it can be, look at those old couples strolling down orchard road hand in hand.i have a few lesbian friends, who are perfectly girly.nobody would guessed that they liked other girls, and another few would are with short spiked hair and binded chests.sometimes i too wonder, what if i turn &lt;strong&gt;lesbian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;by choice? &lt;/em&gt;which group would i belong to? is it true that being in an all girls' school makes you turn lesbian? because you don't interact with the opposit sex? if its true, why are convent girls decorating the arms of pretty boys? in singapore, being gay is something not to proud of, gay marriages are not legal.an instructor told me and my friends that a "wedding" took place at sentosa, and when he was enticipating to see a beautiful bride to come to the alter, he saw instead another groom and he felt disgusted.if you're a male cross-dresser, people would think you like guys,if you're not the girly sort of girl, people would think you're lesbian.people over here, scruntinize gays, including many of my friends, even my boyfriend.and you would think, singapore being a cosmopolitian country is actually still very much conservative in thinking.being gay, is also against many religions,even mine.who says both lesbian parnters must consist of one girly girl and a tomboyish looking girl? both can be girly and hold hands on the streets and you would think they're just good friends, the same for gays, they're could both be manly.some people say, women turn lesbian because they have lost faith in men and a women for a partner could understand her better,there are women and men saving up for sex change operations and also males and females born with the wrong sex organs, or the majority that feel they belong more to which sex, who turns gay.i believe there are many reasons that people turn gay, i also believe that God made us all perfect, amd how we decide to live is up to us.&lt;br /&gt;if it was the last day on earth i would like to have sex with a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112331161888642555?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-112305863523218858</id><published>2005-08-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:43:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does this template make people think im horny? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112305863523218858?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/112305863523218858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=112305863523218858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/112305863523218858'/><link 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as sl-s are a bunch of students which the teachers think they're capable of serving the student body, pretty much like being a spokesperson for the school.a good student, role model, etc, etc.we had to teach them the ropes of being a sc, starting from the very basic.they were assigned to duty posts with senior sc-s and excos (assholes).i did my duty today and felt that the sl-s were starting to know what they were in for.as they were standing around, not knowing how duty is suppose to be done, i could almost see they regret agreeing to becoming someone in school.maybe they felt like they no longer had freedom or choice.yes, i agree that being part of the student council seems like being a big family.but there is so much more than that, cat fights, arguments, punishments.like you have to be better than everyone else or else what are you good for? i use to be like these sl-s, when i first entered the board.i tried to do everything right, and by doing that.i made my friends think that i was being arrogant and bossy.i started to resent the way i tried to be the perfect sc.(we did'nt use to have sl-s, we had training camps and interviews before becoming sc-s) and i also begin to resent the board when my efforts were scruntinised.and i slacked and slacked, and i got myself into trouble with last year's commitee, the president of the board that year made it clear that he did'nt like me, me being like anyone else felt like i was being pin pointed.and i did everything to make him resent me more.i&lt;em&gt; loved&lt;/em&gt; the student council.good luck sl-s.you can say that i did'nt make any effort to be a role model, i tried.i had to be that loser student councilor, the one without the achievements.the lackey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-112288761269951979?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-111442303925502462</id><published>2005-04-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:57:19.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to get use to tai tai status i have to start young, my new email add is: &lt;a href="mailto:teenage_millionare07@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teenage_millionare07@hotmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for emails only.friendster and msn is still the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-111442303925502462?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/111442303925502462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=111442303925502462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111442303925502462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111442303925502462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-get-use-to-tai-tai-status-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-111416695220471746</id><published>2005-04-22T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T03:49:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (: im back! haha.i shall not say the things i say when i don't blogged in decades, i don't think many people read this shit. i just flipped through one of my mother's tai tai catalouges or magazine whatever you call them, i just don't understand why she buy these magazines she's not even in any of these pages, these tai tais' dressed in &lt;em&gt;Haute Couture&lt;/em&gt; and brands i never even heard of.what kind of a brand is called&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;heng nam nam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.the name sounds weird, like some cheap imported imitation of &lt;em&gt;shanel &lt;/em&gt;from china.guess what? a simple evening gown with a pink distorted bow smacked in the middle, or they like to call it party dress for gatherings and meetings cost $750. i could probably get a tailor with a exact same dress for $95.how stupid?! ah, they probably have a rich old balding husband who can bearly talk without his dentures or a handsome rich young punk ass who would kiss a girl everytime she turns her back.that's just life, i guess for these people, if they want to have a life of luxuries then well, you can't have everything. Despite all these blah factors, reading these magazines has inflicted a stronger passion for achieving tai tai status.drinking high tea with tai tai jayne on mondays, tuesdays are with tai tai sachi for manicure and pedicure, thursdsays are for heat yoga classes with tai tai amanda heat yoga classes keep us in shape! 1,2,3 and up! (the big boobies and flat tummy figure) fridays are golf with my rich ass. HA-neeYY, the swing, you got to remember the swing, your swing is &lt;em&gt;LOUSY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i just keep dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-111416695220471746?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/111416695220471746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=111416695220471746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111416695220471746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111416695220471746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-im-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-111208186968886143</id><published>2005-03-29T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:37:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just logged in to see whether my account expired. (: cos like i said the last time, im not that regular blogger anymore.my LOUSY computer's internet doesn't work at all.there's a few things i want to say actually.he's a super liar i must say, wonder why all his friends around him believe in his stupid lies.just because he sounds emotional? ha.wonder if what he ever say is ever true, lying just to get what he wants, that makes me only hate you more mister, plus his stupid mackie friend helps him lie too, i bet his friend used these lousy tactic to go after her too. superstar? gig regular?  music awardee? KISS MY ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-111208186968886143?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/111208186968886143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=111208186968886143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111208186968886143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111208186968886143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-logged-in-to-see-whether-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-111024680489070979</id><published>2005-03-08T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:53:24.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Mr teo,&lt;br /&gt;how are you? im fine, thank you very much. (: i may not be the sweetest little girl you've seen.i may not be some perfect doe-eyed barbie for your soccer boy starlet.but, i don't want to hurt your feelings.your son LOVES me, and he HAS to grow up and have a GIRLFRIEND someday.are you going to cage him up forever? maybe for now, but how long can you keep him under your wing? im not trying to keep you from disciplining your son.but he's already 16.time to let go? no? that's okay.you can protect him now but can you protect him forever? God, and you even want to call the cops? i can call the cops too. (:(: i'll just say you're threatening me and harassing me plus checking up on me.let me live my so-called life happily and leave me ALONE will you? im not close to my dad, so? are you gonna try and be my dad? thanks, but no thanks.i don't want to be over protected.any proof that we did anything illegal? no. (: God bless your black black heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-111024680489070979?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/111024680489070979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=111024680489070979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111024680489070979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/111024680489070979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-mr-teo-how-are-you-im-fine-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110948309929461794</id><published>2005-02-26T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:44:59.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. (: haven't blogged in a long long time.got nothing much to say anyway, just all the same old things happening everyday like it's suppose to.i don't really have much to write about.well, i do have something to say.I HATE AMIRAH.i will burn all the visible hair on her body. (: yes, just the thought of it makes me happy.which brings me to another event, the SC investiture, i have never heard of the word investiture until i've became a cream.(read: cream of the crop, which mr.k likes to call us.i don't really see what so creamy about us, we're all actually just thrilled at the fact that we can scold fellow schoolmates.) it was so fun.all the dancing and the singing, made me feel like someday we could really become ice-cream (bonded actually,haha.you know when we're, SOLID ah.so cold so cold.) but that feeling would just fade away in like a few days, when we see MISS AMIRAH and her other NICE friends complain to our roll-our-eyes faces.trust me, i felt like i love everyone in the world everytime we're er, invested.then, when monday comes i just really want to rip everybody's skin off. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110948309929461794?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110948309929461794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110948309929461794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110948309929461794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110948309929461794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110837271326424520</id><published>2005-02-14T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:18:33.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate THAT woman, i hate hate hate HER.she's so irritating, she makes me feel like im such a big loser.what's her problem? she alway say she does'nt care then why is she such a noisy parker meddling into ALL my affairs? its not like im getting the money by illegal means.LET ME GO! MOTHER NOT-SO-DEAR! PLEASE.if you ever read this.im not getting personal but we're blood-related.HELLO? YOU'RE SO EVIL! are you letting me go? its like.so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if i dont go last minute.MAMA! :( its not like we're on very good terms already.to make it better you can always let me go to perth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110837271326424520?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110837271326424520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110837271326424520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110837271326424520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110837271326424520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-that-woman-i-hate-hate-hate-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110792793269376280</id><published>2005-02-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:45:32.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the worst day ever, tomorrow won't be better.it's only the second day of cny, and everything already sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110792793269376280?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110792793269376280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110792793269376280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110792793269376280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110792793269376280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-was-worst-day-ever-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110741544993384062</id><published>2005-02-03T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:24:09.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Secret Love"&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a secret love&lt;br /&gt;That lived within the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;All too soon my secret love&lt;br /&gt;Became impatient to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told a friendly star&lt;br /&gt;The way that dreamers often do&lt;br /&gt;Just how wonderful you are&lt;br /&gt;And why I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shout it from the highest hill&lt;br /&gt;Even told the golden daffodils&lt;br /&gt;At last my heart's an open door&lt;br /&gt;And my secret love's no secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shout it from the highest hill&lt;br /&gt;Even told the golden daffodils&lt;br /&gt;At last my heart's an open door&lt;br /&gt;And my secret love's no secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110741544993384062?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110741544993384062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110741544993384062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110741544993384062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110741544993384062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/02/secret-love-once-i-had-secret-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110647144563821321</id><published>2005-01-23T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:10:45.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a loser.i don't know why, it's like i get affected so easily by what people say. and i can't be, because i love him.and i believe him.everything's based on trust right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110647144563821321?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110647144563821321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110647144563821321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110647144563821321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110647144563821321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-feel-like-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110627726417236904</id><published>2005-01-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:14:24.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stil haven't meet taufik batisah. :( i must win that backstage pass.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i haven't been blogging very regularly.. so.yeah, my life is in a MESS.&lt;br /&gt;HUGE MESS.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.hate it.hate it.grr, plus it's boring.so there's nothing much to write about.i've got a bad feeling im going to flunk my N levels.bleeaahhs.i can't do maths, i can't do science, CPA IS NOT FUCKING COUNTED AS A SUBJECT ANYMORE.THEN WHY DO WE FUCKING TAKE IT? GRR.it's getting on my nerves.and i have like four hours of cpa every week, i still have to go.i can't skip class.then i have to do COREL DRAW 8.what the HELL is SO wrong with THEM?! IM SO IRRITATED.i sound like one of those naughty kids that does'nt stop whining when they don't get their yellow toy truck.grr.fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110627726417236904?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110627726417236904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110627726417236904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110627726417236904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110627726417236904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-stil-havent-meet-taufik-batisah.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110535092092153952</id><published>2005-01-10T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:55:20.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to AFTER EFFECTS fans and people who called me a materialistic bitch: You don't know me, so why are you insulting me? All you know is just a one sided story.And thats how much it made you believe? you want to know what happened? ask me and i'll tell you.Go ahead and think i fabricated some story up.If you were in my position you'll do the same.well, im not sure if everyone will.You can't be with somebody you don't love.It's not about the money, it's not about the race, it's not about how good-looking someone is.It's about the heart, and how someone feels.I don't think i can be with somebody that treats me very well, but i don't love.He can buy me everything in the world, everything i ever want.Pamper me, treat me like a princess.I just can't do it.Isn't that lying too? not only you're lying to him, but you're lying to yourself.Think it was easy telling someone you're so close with, that you don't love him at all? That he was always only your brother and friend? He would even give up something big, just to cheer me up when i was upset? Then telling him im in love with his friend? You think all of that was easy? You may think im trying to get sympathy.Well, go ahead.I don't care, believe in whatever you think you know.Don't hate me, hate the one you think you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110535092092153952?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110535092092153952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110535092092153952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110535092092153952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110535092092153952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-after-effects-fans-and-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110351714914960177</id><published>2004-12-20T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T20:32:29.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even my pee doesn't feel hot anymore.haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;think im finally recovering, had a throat infection and a mild fever but my head felt like it was burning at a hundred degrees.never been so sick before.never been a sick-prone kid anyway.i don't want to fall ill again.don't like the way it makes my body ache.&lt;br /&gt;training camp's cancelled again.(: haha.that means no sleeping on tables, no expeditions, no outdoor cooking, no TOO-SLOW!-DO IT AGAIN! shouts from mr kenny.no pt! no water parades, no stuck-up seniors.yay! i almost celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110351714914960177?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110351714914960177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110351714914960177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110351714914960177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110351714914960177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/even-my-pee-doesnt-feel-hot-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110308817334693645</id><published>2004-12-15T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:22:53.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admit.&lt;br /&gt;im incredibly emotional,&lt;br /&gt;im sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;im very emotionally attached to most people, which makes me a whiney ass.&lt;br /&gt;im sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;i force myself not to cry, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;im the biggest bitch,&lt;br /&gt;im selfish,&lt;br /&gt;self-centered,&lt;br /&gt;arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;annoying,&lt;br /&gt;and everything else that couldn't possibly make the world cringe.&lt;br /&gt;why do you still treat me so nice?&lt;br /&gt;take back your ring,&lt;br /&gt;take back your things.&lt;br /&gt;im not who you think.&lt;br /&gt;i never intended to rise false hopes, if i did.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8085314-110308817334693645?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110308817334693645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110308817334693645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110308817334693645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110308817334693645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110308372498074828</id><published>2004-12-15T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:08:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Say Anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am onThe phone again, and&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence is&lt;br /&gt;On the other end&lt;br /&gt;I used to know the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile in your voice&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is the pain of the fighting&lt;br /&gt;Starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that&lt;br /&gt;Time changes&lt;br /&gt;Best friends can&lt;br /&gt;Become strangers&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that&lt;br /&gt;No, not for you&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me, we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here we are again&lt;br /&gt;The same old argument&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wonderin'If things'll ever change, yeah&lt;br /&gt;When will you laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like you did back when&lt;br /&gt;We'd make noise til 3 AM and the neighbors would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;br /&gt;After time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word , please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away , please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110308372498074828?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110308372498074828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110308372498074828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110308372498074828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110308372498074828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/say-anything-here-i-am-onthe-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110300011503039622</id><published>2004-12-14T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:55:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>am i that predictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110300011503039622?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110300011503039622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110300011503039622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110300011503039622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110300011503039622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110259935744351206</id><published>2004-12-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T05:35:57.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from cssp camp, horrible horrible horrible.all you do there is wake up early, run around clementi, run around nan hua, do a million push-ups and listen to matthew talk and talk and talk, sing campfire songs and dance, play mind games, play ice breaking games over and over,  sleep on tables, shower in icy cold water at midnight, have badd headaches, and eat four times a day! (: how fun can that be?&lt;br /&gt;ookkaayy.maybe it was only fun when we were bonded and did things together.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if vit, we named our group after a bottle of water.heh.will ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to thank them for staying together. ((:&lt;br /&gt;wei ting: THANK YOU for being my part time maid.heh.weiting for me to do things together when i do them so super slowly.just don't ask so much, sometimes things you ask may be touchy yeah?&lt;br /&gt;kelly: mm.ni hai mei huan wo de ku zi lei mei mei!&lt;br /&gt;gopal: you bossy asshole.&lt;br /&gt;ahmad: ay! we're the best tag team in the UNIVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;zul: aallaammaakk.heh.twinkle twinkle little star. 1,2,1,2&lt;br /&gt;jasden: very smelly eh you.haha.but can lah, we share the same thoughts.(:&lt;br /&gt;katvitha: you're sooo quiet.talk more okay? must be enthu!&lt;br /&gt;wei loon: wo bu xiang ni si toilet de peng you lor.&lt;br /&gt;me: im redd redd redd.heh&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/8085314-110259935744351206?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110259935744351206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110259935744351206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110259935744351206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110259935744351206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-got-back-from-cssp-camp-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110196001792859954</id><published>2004-12-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:00:17.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAUFIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i love taufik! taufik's my idol! heh.watched the showdown on tv last night, even though i was'nt at the indoor stadium and i really wanted to be there.alecia got me a ticket but i had to sit with sylvester's friends and family, i could have went.but i rather not.if i did i can't root for taufik anymore.haha.&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;went to meet samuel yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110196001792859954?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110196001792859954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110196001792859954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110196001792859954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110196001792859954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/12/taufik-i-love-taufik-taufiks-my-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110180804325265336</id><published>2004-11-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:49:37.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yingyangyang</title><content type='html'>feeling so hyper today.hyper hyper hyper.bunny hyper! heh.blogger's a little laggy.but diaryland is LAGGY! see the difference? LAGGY LAGGY LAGGY! i think im mad because jayne just drove me mad online.how can anyone drive anyone mad online? it must be a new world record! can't wait til the cpf people send the cheque.den i can buy new phone.yay! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110180804325265336?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110180804325265336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110180804325265336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110180804325265336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110180804325265336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/yingyangyang.html' title='yingyangyang'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110180681861851301</id><published>2004-11-30T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:26:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity</title><content type='html'>"Gravity"&lt;br /&gt;Honey, It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time running&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on everyone, on everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's been a long time waiting&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Ah can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look down&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns on you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and saw the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on you and I, on you and I&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I wont look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110180681861851301?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110180681861851301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110180681861851301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110180681861851301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110180681861851301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/gravity_30.html' title='gravity'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110144374493870227</id><published>2004-11-26T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:38:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i always the last of all your piorities? fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110144374493870227?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110144374493870227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110144374493870227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110144374493870227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110144374493870227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-am-i-always-last-of-all-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110144356774486541</id><published>2004-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:32:47.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost of you and me</title><content type='html'>What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;With all these blues&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me, everywhere, no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow I cant let go&lt;br /&gt;When will this night be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a lot of broken hearts go sailing by&lt;br /&gt;Phantom ships, lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is mine&lt;br /&gt;Raising my glass, I sing a toast to the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;The stars don't seem to guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;When will it set me free&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voices call&lt;br /&gt;Following footsteps down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save what's left of my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;When will the night be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110144356774486541?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110144356774486541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110144356774486541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110144356774486541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110144356774486541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/ghost-of-you-and-me.html' title='ghost of you and me'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110046018225658120</id><published>2004-11-15T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:23:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously have no idea what i have against girls' school's girls.whenever i see them, or at least a group i can't bear to look at, running all over town in their school uniforms.think, over-sized white blouse with a gold-dark blue badge and skirts altered so short they might as well just wear fbt-s to school.if you don't know which school im talking about.just look the next time you're at town on a weekday.i'd would hurl insults at them until they stare and roll their eyes to me.i'll do the same back too, thats all i ever learnt when i was studying in a fucking all girls' school, to be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elite bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't think i'll be saying the same if i was still in there, but then again im glad im not, im doing very fine in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school im studying in.thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at them.&lt;br /&gt;see how different we would be looked at when we're standing next to them, not just in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we are being labeled as ah lians or ah bengs maybe even deliquents, just because some of us can't show good mannerisms? or is it because we speak singlish or maybe even hokkien? we don't go to top shop or zara just to get a top.and not all of us labeled ah lians thinks paris hilton is FRIKKIN HAWWTT.half of us likes jolin tsai the other half likes jay chou.and what now? you girls are going to choke us because we dont like britney? we get our shoes from beach road and you get yours from town, and even sometimes queensway is way to pricey for us.candice,whoever you are.stop being a porn star.my friend thinks you're sexy because you lifted your skirt up.im not saying everybody in my school is that like.majority are, and they are and always will proud of who they are.no matter what.some of us came from girl school backgrounds just like them, we never saw ourselves studying in a neighbourhood school.we never ever wanted to.we actually outcasted these schools by saying how loser it would be if anyone of us would get into a school like that after the postings.well, guess what 6.2 01'? i did.im the loser.im that pathetic loser whose enjoying every moment of my secondary school life with real people.not hand painted porcelain dolls.the difference between us and you elite bitches is that all of you are shallow, you only see how the outside appeals to you.and when all of you fall you'll all break like porcelain dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110046018225658120?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110046018225658120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110046018225658120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110046018225658120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110046018225658120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-seriously-have-no-idea-what-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110035189049121302</id><published>2004-11-13T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T05:18:10.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jayne! i love you too! ((: okay okay, if i don't stop telling everybody how much we love each other i think this can go on for forever.haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, walked past school last night and i swear i saw a ramp in school, at the basketball court then i looked and i saw a few people riding bikes around school and over the ramp that almost hit on the rubbish bin near the female toliet it nearly gave me a heart and attack but i prevented it by swearing my ass off.what are these people in bikes who call themselves bikers when they're just people that ride bicycles doing in my school so late flying over a fcuking ramp? i love my school even though i say it's a shit hole all the time, its actually just my alter ego.(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;had a super boring saturday, woke up at 11 then i watched tv until 4 something then i went to shower then i went to church.how boring can that be? please somebody, anybody ask me out.i'll go with you even if you wanted to go to jb just to eat seafood.really.(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, back to jayne.we can go shopping anytime, i don't even mind if we do it everyday.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110035189049121302?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110035189049121302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110035189049121302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110035189049121302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110035189049121302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/jayne-i-love-you-too-okay-okay-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110019716110791595</id><published>2004-11-12T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:19:21.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jayne&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;hello jayne. just felt like dedicating a whole post to youu! (: sorry.i don't think im very sane at the moment.heh.anyways, you have always been my best friend, since sec one.we had our minor arguments and major &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR &lt;/strong&gt;fights guess we've really been through it all.but those days are all over nowadays we solve our arguments like adults.haha.i don't really know what im talking about.please nod your head if you don't understand, when you nod.tell me.heh.i still remember all those really fun times we had together.grading people's fashion sense, looking at cute guys, bitch about girls' schools, shopping, trying on clothes, we do almost everything together.((: oh yesssss.and not forgetting.hundreds and thousands of neoprints we took together convincing ourselves that we will always be the best looking girls in the world.haha.mm, im sure you'll get into cjc dearie, don't stress yourself too much with your dad's expectations yeah? im sure you'll do fine.you're graduating next year! we've already been best friends for three years,three whole years.that's fast.too fast.thanks for all the times you stood up for me and stood by me supporting me all the time, at times i may be arrogant and ignorant but you always manage to pull me back to reality.i'm sorry if sometimes i say things that might have hurt you, i'll take everything that i said that was spikeful back.i would really miss you when you're gone.thank you jayne.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the fifth post.dedicated to jayne obviously.there's four other posts down there.just scroll down yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110019716110791595?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110019716110791595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110019716110791595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019716110791595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019716110791595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/jayne-hello-jayne.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110019548727429485</id><published>2004-11-12T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:51:27.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear you,&lt;br /&gt;knew you were pretty pissed at me on wednesday because i came late, then being so indecisive about where to go, what to do.but you kept quiet.i'm sorry, i really am.when you were tired you still had to tolerate me, i thought we were going to fight that night.seriously, i was pretty... i don't know.scared? sad? i don't know.it's a whole combination of different feelings i guess.its already friday i hope im not apologising too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice when we just sit down and talk.brings us together a whole lot closer.really.((:&lt;br /&gt;thursday's already over baby, hope you're feeling better today.today's a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symptoms of pms #01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extreme mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the fourth entry already? or is this the third?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110019548727429485?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110019548727429485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110019548727429485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019548727429485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019548727429485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-you-knew-you-were-pretty-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110019391476109128</id><published>2004-11-12T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:25:14.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, shit.it's already bloody hell two foury-five in the morning, and im still not sleeping.even if i do go to bed.i can't sleep.why why why? urgh.never blogged so much in one day.haha.i kept blogging because i can't sleep and there's 9 people i don't know online.franklin's online.he's probably watching soccer.BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110019391476109128?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110019391476109128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110019391476109128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019391476109128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019391476109128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuck-shit_12.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110019294877772497</id><published>2004-11-12T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:09:08.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am beside myself again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn apart by words that you have said.&lt;br /&gt;And all in all,I know we're falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you run to so far away?&lt;br /&gt;Here we are to sing you a song.&lt;br /&gt;There you are asleep against the window pane just like always.&lt;br /&gt;You said you like to hear the rain sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my eyes will tell you the same.&lt;br /&gt;Here we are to sing you a song.&lt;br /&gt;There you are asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Grasp our hands together,we feel we are one result.&lt;br /&gt;And here we are to sing you a song.&lt;br /&gt;And there you are asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110019294877772497?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110019294877772497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110019294877772497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019294877772497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110019294877772497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/here-i-am-beside-myself-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110019238232091931</id><published>2004-11-12T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:59:42.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahh.felt like a complete idiot today, i should have just kept quiet and not ask a thing.damn it.i don't even know if in other words whether it means i just stay out of his problems, or maybe he thinks im nosy.either that or im just fucking sensitive.well, but i could always comfort myself by saying i caught him at the wrong moment.no,really.im really just sensitve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-110006266342116366</id><published>2004-11-09T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:57:43.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>if i just spend one more minute facing pink coloured walls in this  house.i swear i will go crazy.that is exactly why i go out almost everyday or i sleep the entire day away.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sorry about not linking you guys yeah? i always screw up my links.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-110006266342116366?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/110006266342116366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=110006266342116366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110006266342116366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/110006266342116366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/lala_09.html' title='lala'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109991213998038984</id><published>2004-11-08T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T03:08:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear you,&lt;br /&gt;how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a million things inside my head i want to say,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you for days.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to get use to this.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you leave me,&lt;br /&gt;but you always leave me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;its a bitter sweet feeling&lt;br /&gt;if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;and the way you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss how you would always make me smile&lt;br /&gt;when i frown,&lt;br /&gt;i miss how you mess my hair,&lt;br /&gt;when its wet.&lt;br /&gt;please dont cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;i love it when you do that.&lt;br /&gt;i miss holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry,&lt;br /&gt;i have sweaty palms,&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times when,&lt;br /&gt;we would walk around town&lt;br /&gt;arm in arm.&lt;br /&gt;i was really tired,&lt;br /&gt;i had to tip toe.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the hugs you gave me,&lt;br /&gt;when im cold.&lt;br /&gt;cos im never scared.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way you would always,&lt;br /&gt;kiss me when you leave.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many more things i forget to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there.(:&lt;br /&gt;&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/8085314-109991213998038984?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109991213998038984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109991213998038984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109991213998038984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109991213998038984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-you-how-are-you-today-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109905714364268506</id><published>2004-10-29T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T06:39:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i look at my report book, i feel seriously dumb.what the fuck have i been up to the entire year? i've wasted so many days doing absolutely nothing.what am i going to do next year? i have a damn national exam to sit for.if i fail that too i might as well go to rainbow centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109905714364268506?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109905714364268506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109905714364268506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109905714364268506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109905714364268506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-i-look-at-my-report-book-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109878769245688742</id><published>2004-10-26T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T03:48:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so bored.and when im bored that means im a boring person...right? the gloomy weather is getting me and its making me into a very gloomy person.haha.i seriously have no idea what im talking about.anyways, we've been having drama lessons for the past two days... and im actually having fun.it's like im a little kid all over again.yay! (: hehe.we do funny things we write silly scripts.we... i mean they brainstormed on how to beat my character up.it's just my alter ego when i say i hate drama class.so... yeah.haha.then we had this clearasil thing on how to keep your face pimple free, when we already know so well cos they come almost every year but who cares? we get free samples everytime.hehe.that sounded cheap.as in cheapskate cheap not cheap.ahh.you get the idea.lalala.school's going to end like in about three days.but im anything but excited.i've become matured over the years, okay maybe not...but now school holidays are just for part time jobs and to come home past midnight.it just becomes boring after awhile.there's only one thing im excited about.the bangkok trip! hehe.i can't wait.but mr kenny says its a stupid training camp, training camp! it means we dont get to shop? if we really do have some sort of camp im going to go crazy and sink into sulking and pouting mode.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109878769245688742?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109878769245688742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109878769245688742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109878769245688742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109878769245688742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109835782026528692</id><published>2004-10-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T04:23:40.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>I can be an asshole of the grandest kind&lt;br /&gt;I can withhold like it's going out of style&lt;br /&gt;I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who is as negative as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wisest woman you've ever met&lt;br /&gt;I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected&lt;br /&gt;I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen and you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who is as positive as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame everyone else and not my own partaking&lt;br /&gt;My passive aggressive-ness can be devastating&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified and mistrusting and you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who is as closed down as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I resist persists and speaks louder than i know&lt;br /&gt;What i resist you love no matter how low or high I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the funniest woman that you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;I am the dullest woman that you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known and you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who is as everything as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109835782026528692?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109835782026528692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109835782026528692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109835782026528692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109835782026528692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109833659913298764</id><published>2004-10-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:29:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my results are horrible.bleeah! i failed the two most important subjects.oh no! what am i going to do?! ugh.should have paid attention in class i might just end up passsing my science.my mathematics is beyond hope i dont even need to try.mm at least i passed english.hehe.so i need only two more subjects to go to sec four.omg! how am i going to go to a poly without maths and science.horrible horrible horrible! how?! how?!? how! im such a worry wart.(: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;passing two subjects does'nt mean you're a goner.still got other marks.it'll probably pull you up yeah? (: you're not even worried, why should i be..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109833659913298764?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109833659913298764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109833659913298764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109833659913298764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109833659913298764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-results-are-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109705122545519404</id><published>2004-10-06T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:33:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's when i love you.</title><content type='html'>That's when i love you - aslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Just that way&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cuz you lost a game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I am waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;cause the movie, it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when you cant quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that u give when u show up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;And nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.i need a stress buster! im going crazy.the first paper is just two days again.what do i not have to worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109705122545519404?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109705122545519404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109705122545519404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109705122545519404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109705122545519404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s when i love you.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109704103081919713</id><published>2004-10-05T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:37:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dutch girl, mr smiley face and mr anonymous.please just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8085314-109704103081919713?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109704103081919713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109704103081919713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109704103081919713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109704103081919713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/dutch-girl-mr-smiley-face-and-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109663632362290412</id><published>2004-10-01T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T06:12:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trollies.</title><content type='html'>the internet is driving me nuts!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;grr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i cant go to any other pages except the homepage.stupid stupid stupid.so i'll just kept changing the homepage address.pretty dumb right? i can't believe i went for the newspaper collection.i've been doing charity for three straight days now, how come i don't feel like a better person yet? i love riding in trollies.trollies without newspapers that is (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109663632362290412?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109663632362290412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109663632362290412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109663632362290412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109663632362290412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/10/trollies.html' title='trollies.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109652326852065939</id><published>2004-09-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:47:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>examinations are next week.sum 41's coming next week.that means i cant go to the gig.ugh. smiley face spams my board.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.i wonder what would i do if i had time like this smiley faced creep.i'll do a million things rather than spaming i guess.i've been trying to sit down look at every study material possible and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; try &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; study&lt;/span&gt; i guess.i've even attempt at doing maths.i also ripped my textbook apart.im very emotional nowadays.you get the worst of me at my study table with my mummy on my side and my daddy on the other telling me how important is it to study hard and get a high flying post when i start working and my grandma in the center boiling me weird herbal soups for me to unwind.actually im already unwinded? im not stressed.i only look stressed.and my sister laughing at me trying me her exam's are going yto be over in a few days.but still im emotionally happy.in fact very happy i guess.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109652326852065939?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109652326852065939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109652326852065939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109652326852065939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109652326852065939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109515354747710632</id><published>2004-09-14T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T02:19:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>charleneroxmysox</title><content type='html'>i don't want to go to school anymore.ugh.and its only the second day..its killing me. everyday i come home tired and i land straight into my bed but i don't sleep.how can i possibly sleep with my sister's laughter coming from everywhere? i'll probably get nightmares while im sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im practically &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlene choi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! she loves eating rice.im a rice bucket..okaay,that was a very bad direct translation of fan tong.and chocolate.me? a big fan.omg!i can't believe this its making me think we're separated from birth.and can you believe this? i just went to the mirror.. and guess what? i definitely spotted a resemblance.and im not lying.hee.okay.im going craazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to shower.toodles! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109515354747710632?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/feeds/109515354747710632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8085314&amp;postID=109515354747710632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109515354747710632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109515354747710632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/09/charleneroxmysox.html' title='charleneroxmysox'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109455958179499539</id><published>2004-09-07T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T05:19:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watch me as i fall.</title><content type='html'>diary-x is down.again as usual.but that does'nt matter i have blogspot.im an official blogger.HAHAHA.got a fringe now and im fliddling with it half the time.its only the second day of the one week break.bleeahh.i rather be in school then anywhere else actually. : pout : i don't miss school.i miss the people in school (: keke.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly work these days.business is so bad that one person is more than enough to do everything.i rather be kept busy nowadays.i feel like an old lady bored of doing nothing.when im bored.i become boring.oh myy.&lt;br /&gt; the teacher's day performance was horrible.i was sweating and my make-up was smudging.ugh horribly horrify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't remind me of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing that happened that day was swensens'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109455958179499539?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109455958179499539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109455958179499539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/09/watch-me-as-i-fall.html' title='watch me as i fall.'/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085314.post-109352448308291464</id><published>2004-08-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T05:48:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arloO.(: testing testing! this is so fun.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8085314-109352448308291464?l=pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109352448308291464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8085314/posts/default/109352448308291464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjaggedpill.blogspot.com/2004/08/arloo.html' title=''/><author><name>ripmeoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06663514755123102010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
