<?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-23899314</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:08:47.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-6395896638499291178</id><published>2007-03-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:06:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE YA ALLIGATOR</title><content type='html'>HELLO LOVELIES, I'M MOVING CUZ I CAN'T STAND FRAPLOVE ANYMORE. THO I AM SUPPOSE TO MOVE SINCE LAST DECEMEBER SHAAADUP! NOWWWW RELINK ME BABES. MAYBE JUST SOMEDAY, SOME DAY I'LL MOVE BACK.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HTTP://XANGA.COM/SUBURBANHEARTACHES &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-6395896638499291178?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/6395896638499291178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=6395896638499291178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6395896638499291178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6395896638499291178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/see-ya-alligator.html' title='SEE YA ALLIGATOR'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-2016596223944179068</id><published>2007-03-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:10:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and your lies</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;realised what a fucking big liar you were. And to think i fell for those lies repeatedly. Its so unbelieve, so unreal. The biggest mistake/regret, sucha let down. I wanna thank you so much (And if you think i'm talking about you, then maybe you're wrong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-2016596223944179068?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/2016596223944179068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=2016596223944179068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2016596223944179068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2016596223944179068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/suburban-heartache.html' title='you and your lies'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-4257526826299073438</id><published>2007-03-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:39:24.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love you so damn much; I’ll even start to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello march is coming to an end and just in like a few days time its gonna be april. Wow this years just insanely fast. What the hell have i been doing for the past two months plus?! I think i've prolly just wasted my past two months slacking, playing and going emo and that was equals to the fucking bad results in termone. Anyhoos aprils gonna be sooo busy with sports day, netball camp(yes i'm going :D), birthdays, schl concert and mid years :( How am i going to squeeze in last years topics and this years topics into just one month? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw spasmzzz around in schl today and it was hilarious. Assembly was really weird. The whole schl was told that todays a sad day cuz we didnt notice mrtang standing at the podium timing us and we just continue talking. (?!?!?!!) It was really weird. Oh and i'm suppose to ask my mummy abt some affection thing, really really weird. And the schl has some weird obsession with we're all in this together, righttttt... Todays lit class was spent talking to lyt which was a time of pouring out stuffs about - again. And yea i was almost close to tears. You know when you talk about a certain topic, you tend to get all emo. So stuuupid right? Yea just blame it on girls and their bloody naive heart(okay maybe just me). I think i'm gonna get a new link or like a lj or xanga whatever whenever i'm prepared to change. i'm sick of fraplove.blgspt its too emo. Okay right enough emoing bye &lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4257526826299073438?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4257526826299073438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4257526826299073438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4257526826299073438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4257526826299073438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='ignorance is bliss'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-1956065608938658771</id><published>2007-03-27T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:06:29.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel awfully bad now. I'm sorrry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and - are fuckers sia srsly. Bloody hell piss people off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-1956065608938658771?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/1956065608938658771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=1956065608938658771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1956065608938658771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1956065608938658771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/apology.html' title='apology'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-7690403749403150567</id><published>2007-03-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll take you to the candy shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgebRIbNLQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0fcOU0iAwp8/s1600-h/you_and_me_by_stupid_princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgebRIbNLQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0fcOU0iAwp8/s200/you_and_me_by_stupid_princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046172626113604866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps I'm still not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, me is a very happy kiddo gal today ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm on my waaay to being a nerd alr, a very successful one! I carried my super 3 years old bag to sch today and boy did i look like a new secone kiddo, carrying haversack which looks like a total gee-aye-why. And jkoh and i spent breaks studying at the studying area and its gonna last till n's are overrr! Lyt thought that i was possesed and someone said that the sun rised from the east today lol&lt;br /&gt;(AND IM THAT GLAD THAT YOU LIKED THE MOVIE. I LOVE YOU JIA! HUGSHUGS &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were quite fun today somehow and accounts was amazingly good. Understand the whole topic and all the stuffs now eventho i fell asleep again for a few minutes. I was really dying! And i was acting all retarded in accnts cuz i was complaining stress! Hahaha anyw i was all prepared to go training today but but but it was cancelled, so i didnt pon i didnt pon! :D Ferngalicious bitchfit in class today, whats new? HAHA so she gave us like nine pages of ten year series to do by tmr zzomg. Chem suck ballsss! :( ALRIGHTY I BETTER GO GET MY ASS TO MY BOOKS NOW! TOODLESSS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-7690403749403150567?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7690403749403150567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7690403749403150567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-take-you-to-candy-shop.html' title='i&apos;ll take you to the candy shop'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgebRIbNLQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0fcOU0iAwp8/s72-c/you_and_me_by_stupid_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-5631269965783795041</id><published>2007-03-24T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:34:14.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not seeing that love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What hurts the most, was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight laguna beach on my zenn last night, and it makes you cry cos its like zzomg super drama, sweet and just like a typical sappy love story :(( Had nightmare again last night and it was two friends who wanna commit suicide and bla bla bla. So my mumsie and i didn't macs this morning cos i woke up late so we're going tmr hahaha. Accnts tuition in about one hours time! :D I'm super excited somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, note to self: finish up xxx's movie and letter by tonight. I miss you xxx! (If you think that its you, its not its not so shut up! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five hundred and forty seven days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5631269965783795041?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5631269965783795041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5631269965783795041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5631269965783795041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5631269965783795041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hurts-most-was-being-so-close.html' title='not seeing that love you'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-3278422591120468561</id><published>2007-03-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:06.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carpel tunnel of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgPH_IbNLOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uU_4bbKUl44/s1600-h/my_little_world_by_muszka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgPH_IbNLOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uU_4bbKUl44/s200/my_little_world_by_muszka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045095894992366818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It leaves me questioning what is true about me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as i watch the sunrise for the last time i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, today and yesterday were very eventful. Yesterday had the jc/poly talk during live and it was rather scary knowing that we've got to really do well for our nlevels. Maths was (Y) hahaha cos i understood the chapter she was teaching like finally. Cip at pathlight after that which was really fun. So six of us to a class of five ten year old kiddos and i must they're srsly funny to the max. It was really freaky at first cos we were afraid one of them would kill us or smthg but it wasnt that bad afterall. But our class was the most happening one, we had like a emo kiddo who always wanted to stare outside the window, a super touchy kiddo, a loveydovey couple which is only a one sided thing like hahaha they're only ten and the little boy wants to marry her in future so cute, and then a hyper and loud kiddo. Calista and i got the emo kiddo and t'was quite freaky so i hop around here and there. Cip was really fun and tiring overall that i fell asleep in the bus on the way back to schl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first period of geog today was like really bad cos i was trying really hard to stay awake. Accnts was reallly gooood like the best accnts lesson ever since like this year? Sat alone and could really concerntrate better eventho it was three looong periods. The only thing was that at the second period i was practically dying so i told seetoh to wake me up after five minutes and when i fell asleep i had a nightmare (!!) it was really scary that i suddenly jerked, i almost jumped up =\ I must have dreamt about those monsters (jkoh you-know-who you-know-who, the mses hahaha ;D) Then for the first time ever jkoh and i went straight to chem class eventho it was break and we had our usual talks. We're extreamly motivated to study now, like reallly hard. So we're gonna use our breaks to study at the study area from now on. And we wanted to use the toilet at the first level but our schs sooo weird they locked one of the toilets cos it was very dirty so the discpline comm locked it, so retarded zzomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw library to do study geog after schl and something really funny happened. Two girls were standing at the other door of the library and then library aunty came and scolded them cos she thought that they were trying to escape (?!?!?) HAHAHA yes and we started laughing really bad when she started digging her ass and she scolded us for laughing. Then she asked jkoh why her blouse sleeve had blood stain and said that she murdered someone or that how come the bottom can end up at the sleeve (wtf la bloody retarded) and some sectwos were laughing really loud and jkoh only laughed and said no no no hahaha. Lauren and i were just laughing our asses off. She couldn't stop scratching and digging her ass infront of us lol. My momma's extreamly weird she told me to wake up early tmr morning cos we're going for breakfast and study at macs cos she wants me to have a more interesting way of studying (?!?!?) She wanna be hip and cool, she even learn our lingo alr. HAHAHA OMG THATS SO WEIRDDD. And she came home and told me something :(( On the brighter side i'm quite excited to have my very first accnts tuition tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3278422591120468561?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3278422591120468561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3278422591120468561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3278422591120468561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3278422591120468561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/carpel-tunnel-of-love.html' title='carpel tunnel of love'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RgPH_IbNLOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uU_4bbKUl44/s72-c/my_little_world_by_muszka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-4650709105060155032</id><published>2007-03-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:40:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunlight and photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Scrap books kept and lost, they were tossed aside like sunday nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; memories bleed away, like romance novels and day time dramas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently have been like some kinda of hey-wake-up-you're-taking-nlevels-in-about-five-months time kinda thing. Missc gave me a one to one wake up call and i think it kinda hit me really hard that my studies are failing quite badly and that i should really start paying attention in class. I've got to really stop playing and start burying myself in books. The talk was somehow very touching. Ugh times passing really really fast. In weekthree will be common test yet again, and then will be midyears =\ Well i had my fun the past years alr, and i must say they are really solid good fun so i should really start to settle down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, very very exact this day, this date, around this timing, and doing the exact same thing  zzz-omg was one of the most emo/painful day of the year so far and it was like a sudden flow of recollection memories during tuition. Now scream dramaaa and emo yo! (But its sooo freaky, yea shut up kim) And yes its been exactly a month alr! Seee how time flies, boo =\ No wonder today i got scolded by mrst and missc called my mum on this day, this date omg. Anyw met the bestf after schl and it was a really really catching up time and the hth talks was really awesome. Sorry for not being there at your lowest times, but yknow that i care right? Dont worry and be happy okay? I'm always here! I love you bestf :) Alrightsss its study time so tooodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4650709105060155032?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4650709105060155032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4650709105060155032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4650709105060155032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4650709105060155032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunlight-and-photographs.html' title='sunlight and photographs'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-8853094735255025290</id><published>2007-03-20T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:12:19.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If life was like a movie maybe we could go down together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hand in hand camera's rolling forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of schl wasn't too bad except for english. Maybe cos we did asiangeog and none of us were actually really interested in it, and that explains why almost all of us were dying. Even going to the toilet to wash my face wasn't good enough, i had to slap myself so many times. And missc said janng, nerissa and i were scatter brains, shes so mean i swear! Spent a period of maths sleeping, and then the other period doing the questions. Had a really uh freaky but weird journey home, ee weird and freaky people =\ Hokay i got to go do ss now, tooodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-8853094735255025290?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/8853094735255025290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=8853094735255025290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8853094735255025290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8853094735255025290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-summer-obsession.html' title='my summer obsession'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-7859579773514242125</id><published>2007-03-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:43:29.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anthem of our dying day</title><content type='html'>Schools reopening tmr again, yes again. But from the beginning it doesnt even feel like holiday cos it passed so quicky. I hardly even did anything maybe except for a very succeful tanning (now shut up thomas and brendon cos i do not tann my ass, whities -.-) okay and then a very uh emo mondayblues. The aftermath of it was spending the next two days sleeeping. On thursday went back to sch to collect reportbook which is the day i actually died. So the next few days had to stay at home and bury myself in books. So they decided to suspend me from my phone as the reason states: it'll be less distracting and i will score an a for every subject without, and i'll score with flying rainbow colours in mid years! I think i got to get the i'm-bloody-hell-sitting-for-n-levels-this-year fact into my brains cos i think i've been playing too much. My mommas so pissed at me i think she really wish she could kill me now :( and the fact that i didnt do well for termone they decided to stop my piano too because this year is the i'm-bloody-hell-sitting-for-n-levels year ugh. School tmr school tmr :(&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-7859579773514242125?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/7859579773514242125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=7859579773514242125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7859579773514242125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7859579773514242125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/anthem-of-our-dying-day.html' title='anthem of our dying day'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-5244006826787560108</id><published>2007-03-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:06.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep the pain away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SIBEI BORED RIGHT NOW SO I DECIDED TO POST PEEKTURES. HAHAHA JKOH NOT ENTERTAINING ME WELL ENOUGH. SCHL'S REOPENING TMR, MEANS ITS GOING TO BE MUGGING FOR MIDYEARS TIME BOOHOO :( JUST FIVE PLUS MORE MONTHS TO GOOO AND ITS FREEEDOM TILL NEXT YEAR AGAIN. &lt;span&gt;NOW SEETOH, WHERE ARE THE ST.VALENTINE'S DAY PEEKTURES? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rfwmz_mDH2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cpN4KgdQeVk/s1600-h/03-07-07_1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rfwmz_mDH2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cpN4KgdQeVk/s200/03-07-07_1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042948357434318690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rfwm0PmDH3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/xVGwQn4oHI0/s1600-h/07032007124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rfwm0PmDH3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/xVGwQn4oHI0/s200/07032007124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042948361729286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning not myself, and thoughts fill my mind of you with someone else. And all the pain i feel was caused by me, but i'd feel this pain forever if it means you're happy. But i know i'll always want to be with you, i'll love you forever, until time's through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep the pain away, meet tomorrow with you. I'll sleep the pain away and i'll pray you could love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i know i don't deserve another shot, that's ok. I still love you with all i've got. I wouldn't trade anything for the time i spent with you, got to call you mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5244006826787560108?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5244006826787560108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5244006826787560108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5244006826787560108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5244006826787560108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-pain-away.html' title='sleep the pain away'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rfwmz_mDH2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cpN4KgdQeVk/s72-c/03-07-07_1349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-3076768213404387602</id><published>2007-03-13T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:35:27.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suntanned with jkoh, lauren and janng in the morning. I'm sooo burnt now, everywhere. I don't really know whether to call the party screwed or what but i just want everyone who thinks that i got wasted on purpose right, that i didn't. Cos firstly, i wasn't that wasted and secondly i'm not that stupid to get wasted just for that reason. So some of us just danced around, as usual danced with nerissa and serene can pump and janng can jerk, both fucking hot sial. Most of the time i was just walking opp jkoh's house and back and forth. And i think i kinda expected how i was last night. Everyone just sat around at the poolside, then all left to jkoh's house. Bob and i just sat down and had our heart to heart talks till about threeam. t'was awesome, really. Thank you for the whole night anyw. Sorry if i brokedown really really bad. Anyw then went to jkoh's house talk and play arond abit here and there. Then the girls left to macs and i fell asleep for thirtymins there while they ate and then jkoh, janng and i cabbed back to her house. And we slept only at sixam plus, i couldn't stop replaying everything that happened during the party in my mind. And i slept with a really scary but weirdass dream :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all last night for the hugs and all. The walks, and taking care of me. Yea i was the best last night, i cried like i never cried before. Ahhhh emo night la. I'm sorry if i was like shouting and all cos you know like i said i didn't want any of us to get into any trouble. Thank you for lending me all ya shoulderrrrs. one love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if i did the right thing yesterday by just telling you all those stuffs. Initially i really really didn't wanna say anything out at all but i think after yesterday i had to. but thanks for the hug anyw, i feel a little much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3076768213404387602?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3076768213404387602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3076768213404387602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3076768213404387602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3076768213404387602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/giving-up.html' title='giving up'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-5650951632409059926</id><published>2007-03-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steamboats the sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's the sexxx, totally ;D Met demelza and jkoh at bugis and we shopped around. Then cabbed to marina bay to meet janng and serene. Then bused down and then we went to the steamboat place. Hahaha its quite good really i mean for twelvebucks, fucking worth it. So we sat there for like almost four hours eating, laughing and talking. The food is quite okay la, it aint that that bad. The company was reallly fun, laugh so much and talk so much nonsense. I bet jkoh think i super kp hahaha. Mermaid's breasts was really yummy i ate like aalloooottt. Reached home around ten plus. Okay we gotta go back there again :) anyw i'll let the peektures do the talking la. We're like super camwhoresss cos theres like more in the folder. 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5650951632409059926?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5650951632409059926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5650951632409059926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5650951632409059926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5650951632409059926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/steamboat-was-sex.html' title='steamboats the sex'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RfLTdPmDHlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2uzWGpbeMPw/s72-c/DSC02000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-7177482462834958225</id><published>2007-03-09T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:00:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunbathing</title><content type='html'>Misscee said one whole list of negative things to me today. she says that one look and everyone thinks im bright but i got nothing inside. im so hurt omg :( and im super sociable which is a bad thing cos she says its called too overly super talkative. okay termtwo is gonna be study study study and im gonna masking tape my mouth in class. anyw jfl after schl with lauren and jng. and since we had lots of free time before the movie we decided to be funny and go tann. vivo's a real good place to tann, and the suns the best today. anyhoos jfl is the boringest movie ever. okay i fell asleep halfway so isnt that boring? since i get amused really easily. i hope i can go for the shopping and steamboat with the rest tmr cos im really excited. and super excited times hundred for monday to come, tanning plus plus partying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im out to meet jia and all for dinner byeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-7177482462834958225?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/7177482462834958225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=7177482462834958225' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and sad cos i die also must go back to schl to collect report book. sch end at eleventwentyam tmr, thats the sex yo. and then gonna finally catch jfl with the rest. pn sat hopefully steamboat dont get cancelled so im gonna look forward to a pretty good weekend. anyway this week has been pretty fine besides having to setttle so many problems concerning the party. money is the root of all evil. todays so eventful, cos we ran twopointfour today and my plan was to take one whole period to run so i really did and when mrst said to stop running cos we all failed, i shouted yay. and for that she said why was i so idiotic. but i really didnt wanna run at all, the whether was so damn bloody hot, my ass is aching from sports heats until now. i feel so old and achey plus my one side of my ribs are aching ah omg how. sports heats was so damn scary as usual cos i had to be the first runner for relay! hahaha but anyway we won sooo that means its gonna be double scary on sports day. but yay for team1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should learn to shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-1733494955616023093?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/1733494955616023093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=1733494955616023093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1733494955616023093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1733494955616023093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/teasing-to-please.html' title='teasing to please'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-7518585078404876805</id><published>2007-03-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I go crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Reg-4cLPovI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lgDPbaxD6zI/s1600-h/teenager2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Reg-4cLPovI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lgDPbaxD6zI/s200/teenager2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037345322570851058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello boy it's been a while, guess you'll be glad to know that I've learned how to laugh and smile. Getting over you was slow. They say old lovers can be good friends, but I never thought I'd really see you, I'd really see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy, when I look in your eyes. I still go crazy. No my heart just can't hide that old feeling inside, way deep down inside. Oh baby you know when I look in your eyes, I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say she satisfies your mind, tells you all of her dreams. I know how much that means to you. I realise that I was blind. Just when I thought I was over you, I see your face and it just ain't true. No it just ain't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy, when I look in your eyes. I still go crazy. That old flame comes alive, it's starts burning inside, way deep down inside. Oh baby you know when I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-7518585078404876805?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/7518585078404876805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=7518585078404876805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7518585078404876805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/7518585078404876805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-go-crazy.html' title='I go crazy'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Reg-4cLPovI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lgDPbaxD6zI/s72-c/teenager2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-6459654638030074570</id><published>2007-02-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake shake just shake shake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/ReLarADwEVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T93xAaNv1ck/s1600-h/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/ReLarADwEVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T93xAaNv1ck/s200/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035827765638598994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw you with your new girl just yesterday and I feel that I must confess. Even though it kills me to have to say, I'll admit that I was impressed. I guess I'd call it show of affection, gotta commend you on your selection. Though I know I shouldn't be concerned, in the back of my mind I can't help but question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain this feeling, I think about it everyday. And even though we've moved on, it gets so hard to walk away. I'm gonna remember you, you're gonna remember me. Walk away, I can't forget how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to live my life from day to day, hoping maybe you'll come back. I know I tell myself not to be afraid to move on, but it seems I can't. Though my new man is giving me attention, but it ain't the same as your affection. I know that I should be content, in the back of my mind I can't help but question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he kiss me on my forehead before we lay, show up on my doorstep with a bouquet? Does he feel me in the middle of the day, just to say baby I love you like you used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you, you're gonna remember me. The things we did, the way we share our fantasies, just you and me, my friend, my love, my family. How did we lose the love that was meant to be? Sometimes I kiss her, wish that it was you that I'm kissing, sometimes I miss him, wish that it was you that I'm missing, sometimes I hug her, wish that it was you that I'm hugging. And I realize how much I'm bugging, &lt;span&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I express this feeling, cause nobody compares to you. And you know that she'll never love you like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember you, you're gonna remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This song's sooo fucking sweet. thanks my favourite bitch&amp;hearts;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Cts are finally over! But like what mrs w said, its just the beginning so go home and practice more ten years series. During break ping and i started our singing thing again, we couldn't stop singing ms new booooty and my boo. It was hilarious, but nerissa got so pissed cos she was trying to study. I'm sooo gonna flunk my bio so bad, well i've never actually pass so wth. If i pass my  bio, i'll treat everyone i know to eat xlbs. Cos it'll be the second miracle, just like accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkoh's house after sch with lauren, demelza, serene, angeline and eunice and jng came later to supposedly plan the party but as usual, we ended up playing, screaming, and gossiping. Whats new? Hahaha. Played toma and jng and serene danced for us (like five seconds haha) omg, jng jerk so hot pls. (You're only gonna hear that once or jng's head is gonna grow so damn bloody big) and i think i better stop growing fatter or you're gonna see a blob of fats dancing instead, eeeeew thats sick. I'm getting super excited for marchparty now. "I never" sounds like its gonna be reallly fun, and i promise there won't be any drama shows by me really really. So don't be mean and bet that i'll get wasted now, save all ya money k hahaha. So far the planning has be reallly good so ya'll invited bettter come i tell you! Wooohoo partttttteeehhhhh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-6459654638030074570?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/6459654638030074570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=6459654638030074570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6459654638030074570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6459654638030074570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/shake-shake-just-shake-shake.html' title='shake shake just shake shake'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/ReLarADwEVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T93xAaNv1ck/s72-c/but_never_did_I_talk_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-2540904060221371557</id><published>2007-02-24T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:09.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rd_PowDwEUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lgRbiW5s7WM/s1600-h/It__s_True__by_PostSecrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rd_PowDwEUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lgRbiW5s7WM/s200/It__s_True__by_PostSecrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034971207425855810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello blogger, i decided to delete my previous post for some reason. Anyway had a really good talk with kheng while walking to the mrt after tuition yesterday. You're dah best kheng! Thanks for knocking some sense into my brains and giving me a mini lecture tho everyone has been telling me the same thing but its quite hard to get that sense into me. But i think i just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss you way too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i'm the bomb yo. I tried my best doing the accounts paper yesterday but i really didn't know so i just wrote whatever that was there for me, and sure get two pathetic marks for writing the titles. And the test lasted for an hour, jkoh and i took only fifteen minutes to do the paper and slept for the rest of the fortyfive minutes. We even gave each other permission to sleep. We're the best, really the best of all. I really think i inherited my parents genes for accounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i was so damn tired the whole day in schl and jia or was it jng aiya whoever, hit the right spot with one sentence: Cos i think you keep _. Yes i totally agree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to meet the group after tuition, and as usual i was late. But because the roads were close for chingay rehersals i had to take the longer way to dhouby mrt. Met up demelza, jkoh, jng, serene and ping. The world is sooo small hahaha. Played pool at cine and i had to leave after one game so i missed lauren and eunice. I think all of us are the biggest gossipers around. But anyway had lotsa fun with you guys tho the time was pretty short! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just on the phone with bob and he had to give me another lecture session again. Anyway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy one day late sweet sixteen brendon&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday dad!&lt;/span&gt; I forgot to do some reflecting last night and i fell asleep really early, so i've gotta do them tonight. And prolly i can knock some sense into my brains and realise how silly and stupid i've been. Oh yesss i've been really addicted to rompe and toma again. And i think i'd love anyone who dances to any both cos its gonna be teh sex! I just realise that every morning we will all sure sit down and gossip or talk about something cos i've something to say everyday hahah k not funny. I think i really don't understand something. All of us conclude that theres only 3 main points/reasons whatever, but they just kinda don't fit somehow. Its so complicating and confooosing so i'm just not going to bother about it anymore so byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-2540904060221371557?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/2540904060221371557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=2540904060221371557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2540904060221371557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2540904060221371557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomaaa.html' title='tomaaa'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rd_PowDwEUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lgRbiW5s7WM/s72-c/It__s_True__by_PostSecrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-5322419431685727944</id><published>2007-02-22T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:23:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you winding grinding up on that pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do all good things come to and end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home very early today cos schl ended at one and is gonna to last till monday! :) scared everyone this morning by coming to sch, stoned for a second, screamed and almost threw my paper to ping's face hahaha sorry and then broke down. Break was quite good. I kinda relate to alot of songs now i realised oh wells. Cts are like sitting for exams now where we have to put our phones on the floor and all bags outside. It srsly feels like exams, unlike the good old days. Wenta get my new earphones for my zen cos it died on me last night, and i swear the bass boost is so damn awesome! Yay now it feels so much better listening to moosic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventho cts are still in the midst, jkoh and i have planned very well alot of things alr. Gonna gamble again tmr hahaha, and prolly playing pool with the usual babes! Had a very nice long planning session with the rest, very exciting and then obviously digress to other things and start gossiping again. I can't wait for after cts now! Talked to alexsopretty after so long, and his gonna play a mahjong session :D hahaha yay now i can't wait for march holidayssss! Dance, party, drink, get drunk, be merry and be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you those who cheered me up so much last night, i really appreciate it. thanks for the smses, phone calls and ims :) thank you bob for talking to me for one over hour trying to make me laugh, yes you know i get amuse easily and obviously making me cry(forever) as well. And i'm still the soul survivor in the emo kiddo club. Thanks seetoh for helping me with you-know-what, it really made me feel much better. Thank you nerissa mah favourite bitch for that really sweet msg and thanks for every single thing and obviously always listening to me rant, thank you. Thanks jkoh for calling and talking, really felt much better. Thank you alexsopretty for telling me your stories, and telling me that you'll be there! Thanks lauren for that im it was really touching. Thanks thomas the emo kiddo for telling me sensible words. Thank you everyone for picking up my call and hear me whine and cry, so stupid right? thanks for telling me not to do anything stupid (i won't) and thanks being such wonderful friends today. I really feel much better now. One love&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Gotta sleep so that i can stay up to study for maths and fucked up accounts.&lt;br /&gt;(edit) Had a hilarious convo with lauren and jkoh just now. I almost roll of the chair, as usual gossiping la. We thought that _ was gonna turn out someone really hot, skinny and tann and sexy. Uhhhh yes hahaha you know what i mean. Then i think i'm mood swinging alot. But thanks ya'll for telling me that both of you will be there! (: i think im hating accounts so much that its just going to make me sink deeper into depression :( accounts is totally killing me soo damn bad. I don't even know what are we tested tmr, best pls. Plus i didn't do the assignment on this test, so i really have no idea how am i suppose to do this. Shoot me pls :(  (edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5322419431685727944?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5322419431685727944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5322419431685727944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5322419431685727944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5322419431685727944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/battle-of-sexes.html' title='I see you winding grinding up on that pole'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-3323896058581972986</id><published>2007-02-21T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:31:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could sing of your love forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post cny syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are still in the gambling mood, soooo in the cny mood that we're planning another gambling session this weekend again. Couldn't stop talking about how exciting our blackjack and in between game was yesterday. One thing, i'll never wanna be banker ever again. My money just flies away like that, just within a snap and ten bucks just flies away. wanted to play indian poker, so played one pathetic round and unfortunately it wouldn't be fun cos we couldn't drink as we had schl today ah stuuuuupid. Tricking ping was teh bomb! She didn't realise that i put hundred monopoly money inside her hong bao until she got home hahah sucka, i kid. She was the joker cos she kept losing and obviously she kept saying that thank god she had my mums hong bao to keep her alive. And we couldn't stop giggling yet she couldn't figure. Oh wells she killed me in schl today! Sorry ping, but when you left my mum gave out hong baos ;D but gambling with those girls are really fun, well they make it fun. And eventho is so damn bloody loud noisy and rough, its really fun playing with them. Love all you babes and dudes who made my cny a much happier and fun one, you all are the bomb yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well going back to schl today was torture, for me at least. On the phone with mah bitch till about 12 plus then i did some reflection (yes I did reflection) before i slept. I even wrote two pages long. Almost overslept this morning, dragged myself to schl with droopy eyes and fucking gross blister on my heel. was picked at half the time during english today, i was totally distracted. I was so damn bloody tired and plus half the time i was just freaking my ass off. Then recess where i practically just broke down when gurleeen and i were talking, and ping, jchan and i were singing songs totally relating to me. But thanks to ping for telling me that you'll always be there to hug me, gurleeen, eunice, fangs, mandy, jia, rachel yee, seetoh, carina, jchan and sorry if i missed out your name. But you know i really appreciate it. thank you very muchoos babes :) had chapel was really cheered up, so just laughed and chitchat gossip the whole entire time. Geog was totally a drag, time was passing so slowly, and half the time i was freezing my butt in the room. My nose was being sucha bitch. Met bob after schl and todays a really emo kiddos day! And my zen just couldn't stop playing emo songs after songs. I promise that i'll be stronger, i really will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so pathetic kim, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o fucking pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3323896058581972986?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3323896058581972986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3323896058581972986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3323896058581972986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3323896058581972986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-could-sing-of-your-love-forever.html' title='i could sing of your love forever'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-6210663834896700140</id><published>2007-02-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:06:30.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I swear to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-6210663834896700140?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/6210663834896700140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=6210663834896700140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6210663834896700140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6210663834896700140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-2185055546450023569</id><published>2007-02-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it when you call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdRM4oou4gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rs4hRq0oQig/s1600-h/Just_us_by_RubberSun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdRM4oou4gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rs4hRq0oQig/s200/Just_us_by_RubberSun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031731219544334850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you never call at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo wassuppp ya'll :)&lt;br /&gt;I finally went training today after a long self proclaimed break. and i can really feel my bones breaking now after so much of running non stop, arms aching from the consecutive ball passes and yes i've step onto the court for a proper game today. I'm really proud of myself, finally i have decided to go for trainings (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were really fun today esp accounts. Had a really hilarious and wonderful chitchat gossip session with demelza, jasmine and eunice? Hahaha yea and pe was fun for the first time this year. We played island and was reallly fun tho we had to run like crazy. Yada yada went to eat instant noodles at opposite schl with the rest. Ya da ya da and then i got really pissed but they all know the reason i'm always pissed. Well... its always the same old stupid stuffs la. I had fun today anyway, lots and lots of fun. I can't wait to go out with jia my lovelove girlfriend tmr its beeen sooo damn long yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day homiesss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-2185055546450023569?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/2185055546450023569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=2185055546450023569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2185055546450023569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2185055546450023569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-it-when-you-call.html' title='Love it when you call'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdRM4oou4gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rs4hRq0oQig/s72-c/Just_us_by_RubberSun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-2190411189844298329</id><published>2007-02-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saint valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdMEz4ou4eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dlZHZ_ywdC0/s1600-h/Tangled_up__by_AristocraticAssassin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdMEz4ou4eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dlZHZ_ywdC0/s200/Tangled_up__by_AristocraticAssassin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031370498126045666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy saint valentines day to mah homiessss yo! :) i hope you all had a spanking sexy day with your friends or love ones coughshankycoughspankinkcoughs away hehehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i wanted/supposed to spend today with someone but neveerrrmindnesss. So eventually planned a date with my girlfriend and morgan buttta my girlfriend, chen sijia had to take a test after schl cos she had to act smart yesterday by falling sick (boo you girlfriend) sooooo morgan and i went to eat pepper lunch(!!!), (i had a bad stomachache the whole day thur =\) k and then we went shopping. And i got one topshop top, so effing sexy. plus a top i got yesterday during my valentines day shopping with lpc so i got two new tops! Not forgetting i bump into sexy jenny and budddeh(I miss you buddy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent almost a bomb on presents, gave lauren her dongbang thing and got my favourite girls flowers, fake hahaha. Eh but it smells really nice and if im not wrong you can shower with it hahaha. And thats because in ps one stalk of flowers costs 15 bucks. Do i sound like someone whom will spent that amount of money? Hahaha sorry im super cheapo when comes to chings :D but anyways thanks for the presents today! I really appreciate it and remember to shower with the flowers k and love the tobelrones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-2190411189844298329?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/2190411189844298329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=2190411189844298329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2190411189844298329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2190411189844298329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/saint-valentines.html' title='saint valentines'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RdMEz4ou4eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dlZHZ_ywdC0/s72-c/Tangled_up__by_AristocraticAssassin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-8757807194624623822</id><published>2007-02-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love or hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rc7lyoou4aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XRjWYrdSRyk/s1600-h/my_close_up_by_shadowsan1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rc7lyoou4aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XRjWYrdSRyk/s200/my_close_up_by_shadowsan1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030210491883905442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the angel from my nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week feels so busy with st valentines, 6p reunion dinner, cny and cts next week. I can't wait to spend st valentines with jia since i haven't really gone out with her much, and that really sucks. I just had mint chocos with coke, thats the sexxx. Meeting morgan tmr for dinner and some coughshankycoughspanky updates, right? ;D i can just stare at my accounts worksheet for a whole afternoon, flipping thru the textbook for ref, and till now i still do not know what to write or what to do. I sure suck at this subject tho everyone says its the easiest, but its the total opposite for me. Besides having 3 days of fun during cny, it'll also be mugging for cts. Like why the hell must they put it right after cny, ughhh its sucha kill joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your self apart find yourself with love&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-8757807194624623822?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/8757807194624623822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=8757807194624623822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8757807194624623822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8757807194624623822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/stolen-kisses.html' title='love or hate'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rc7lyoou4aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XRjWYrdSRyk/s72-c/my_close_up_by_shadowsan1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-3023787653615994789</id><published>2007-02-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:51:02.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rompe rompe rompe, break it down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crashing not like hips or cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, more like p-p-p-parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hupert died today omg i'm really upset over his death i can't believe it. To think that my dad breeds fishes and they can survive for soooo long and yet his own daughter can't even keep a fish surviving for a week. Ah i'm so pissed, i'm gonna bury it in my garden later. I still can't believe it, i'm so emotionally attached to it and it died. I love you, hupert rest in peace baby ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i failed chinese and accounts by one mark. But oh wells i hardly pay attention in class for accounts, and its just one miserable mark to pass then i think its kinda okay. I'm kinda happy so thumbs up (Y) and its like a motivation to study harder for accounts now so yay. I haven't really plan what to give anyone for valentine day's so i guess it'll be panicking next week again. Cny is coming its like next week i can't wait to wear new clothes and hang out with the cousins ;D and obviously gotta study for the tests. So anti-climax omg. Fall out boy is coming down next month and i wanna go omg omg, someone sneak me in pls ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the day: eating too much ikan bilis gets you big breasts hahaha wtf. and yes goodluck to those getting back O's results! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3023787653615994789?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3023787653615994789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3023787653615994789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3023787653615994789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3023787653615994789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/rompe-rompe-rompe-break-it-down.html' title='rompe rompe rompe, break it down'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-239716166456361061</id><published>2007-02-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:16:52.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i can't if i can't have you</title><content type='html'>We're falling apart to halftime&lt;br /&gt;and these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres really something wrong with my nose. It was just bleeding like mad last night no the night before for no reason i swear i didn't blow the guts out of my nose or anything. My mum thinks that i might end up having lotsa nose problem when i grow up =\ and i was talking to lauren about becoming aneroxic just now because the canteen food in schl is gonna start to suck. But on a happy note, less temptations when i step into the canteen which obviously means i can finally start my diet ;D my fish is still surviving by the way. So far so good tho i think i've over fed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes happy belated birthday steph! I love you so i'm looking forward to 6p's reunion dinner :) i just realised how much i miss the lower sec days whenever i pass serene centre in the bus to tuition. Every tuesdays where celene, steph, john, nick, kheng and i would just sit around macs and talk. And the times we studied in kap during the hols. I kinda miss those days, it was reallly fun and really memorable. Ah whatever la. I got to go for dinner and go my grandmama's house, no time for being emo already bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-239716166456361061?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/239716166456361061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=239716166456361061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/239716166456361061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/239716166456361061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-cant-if-i-cant-have-you.html' title='if i can&apos;t if i can&apos;t have you'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-4093522858651835673</id><published>2007-02-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:59:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my sexbomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and if i hadnt told you that i loved you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;would you still love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done with the fifth week of sch and a month in 2007 is over! Now if you think that 2006 passed really fast, this year's evenfaster. Hahaha class tests started this week and i can confirm you plus chop that i am going to fail accounts so bad. The testwas like a (can't say) and yet i can't even do it. Jasmine, seetoh and i are like in a world of our own accounts. Our answers area big difference with all the rest, only the 3 of us had general journal while the rest all didn't have. I swear i need to stopsleeping and talking during accnts alr. On a happy note, i remembered to get my fishy in schl today. Soooo cute ;D the fish issoo active and cute it cant stop eating and swimming around tho the glass is so small. Thanks jia for yesterday eventho wearen't in the same class and we hardly talk in schl now but you're still my bestest close friend ever we gotta hang out soon pls,I love you :) Alrights i need to go study so that i can go out tmr! and Happy early birthday thomas! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGS AND KISSES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4093522858651835673?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4093522858651835673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4093522858651835673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4093522858651835673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4093522858651835673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/02/martini-kiss.html' title='You&apos;re my sexbomb'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-3802893266550922378</id><published>2007-01-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got, you got, you got</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rby3lNSy96I/AAAAAAAAADw/WpO6aIWYKFQ/s1600-h/delicious_models.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rby3lNSy96I/AAAAAAAAADw/WpO6aIWYKFQ/s1600-h/delicious_models.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rby3lNSy96I/AAAAAAAAADw/WpO6aIWYKFQ/s200/delicious_models.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025093134090172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You know I know you like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let me hit you on your Sidekick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because the afterparty is at my body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meet me you're invited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY CONFIRMATION TO YOU, SEXY BRENDON! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i had a very rollercoaster ride weekend but everythings fine now so yup. Schl last week was alright. It was such a eat good free food week last week. On weds fixed my zen finally then bob and i went for food spree. Ate at subway, long johns and gelare. And plus on thursday met brendon and had subway and b&amp;amp;j. Sooooo fucking fat omg this week is gna be lots of running and no yummy food for breaks. Found my slimming oolong tea, still considering whether i should get it and also saw cellulite cream shit stuffs, soooo tempting. I can feel my fats screaming for it. Cny shopping with the godmas and cousin today. Got a nice sexy chinese top and a dorothy perkins so called dress. Just a bit more shoppings and i'm done for the cny. I'm so lazy to blog alr so bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3802893266550922378?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3802893266550922378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3802893266550922378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3802893266550922378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3802893266550922378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-got-you-got-you-got.html' title='you got, you got, you got'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/Rby3lNSy96I/AAAAAAAAADw/WpO6aIWYKFQ/s72-c/delicious_models.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-1079523600454883715</id><published>2007-01-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:48:35.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause the vodka's running on empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can drop it down pick up da flow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hit up that bitch up with the rythm and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Get down hit the flo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to the weekends baby! I cant wait i cant wait. Anyway i've not talked to like bestfriend since forevvveerrrrr. (I swear i miss having heart to heart talks with you, studying, lunching, shopping, phonecalls with you. I miss you bestest.) I can feel the homeworks starting to pile up bit by bit. On the happier note i finally bump into jia in sch today and gave her a big fat tight huuggg&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; and met bob after sch for like lunch and quick scandalous updates hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class test on monday omg i'm going to die. Plus its chinese, chinese!!! I need to study so hard for it cos laoshi's too fast i dont understand her. Chi's soooooooo hard i can die. I'm already going to fail my compo like crap. I'm kinda prepared for a f9 for the compo actually. Class was rather fast today. Lyt and nerissa kept singing "I wanna fuck you" non stop, hsm songs actions and lyt couldnt stop imitating the word rumour said by milky(?!) hahah. T'was quite entertaining and my nose couldnt stop being a bitch! My nose feels sooo sore from blowing and sneezing. I want a new template. and i shall, make one when i feel the inspiration. (Edit) OH AND HI PI. Whats sooo high speed about my blog? And i'm no way high coffee i'm just naturally hyperactive. Mmm and no one will ever be so free to actually go outside to sch and shout "eff eff eff eff eff" -.- I wont do that. And i think that you should try changing job to be a model? i wont get killed for saying that right. (I just burped.) (/Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i cant wait till after chinese new year then i cant have anymore excuse to start my official official diet already. I still hate the weighing machine in sch. I really am going stop eating fried foood already. No more fast foods. Cos i wanna be 40kg!! (Yes suck that suckas!) I'm still sticking to my resolution #2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go study now! Oh yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early sweet 16th yeo kheng hao! (Just in case i dont make it to the com tmr and you call me a bad friend.) Please la 16 years old already so stop ganging up with mr rick and bully me in tuition And i'm such a nice friend to remember your birthday but you gang up with my cousin to trick me tsk. But anyway study hard for your o's la! So hope you had a special birthday suckaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-1079523600454883715?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/1079523600454883715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=1079523600454883715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1079523600454883715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1079523600454883715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/cause-vodkas-running-on-empty.html' title='cause the vodka&apos;s running on empty'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-882929343680005058</id><published>2007-01-21T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:55:27.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this valentine ain't no saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's what you want. That's what you'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down with a fever for a night =\&lt;br /&gt;So i slept from like the time i came home till about 7 plus. Had a bit of porridge, mum popped me with lotsa pills then tried sleeping. Tossed around here and there, was on the phone for a bit, then slept from about 9/10 plus till this morning 10. And i had to sleep without aircon for a night, but was really cold tho. I finally caught up on my sleep and obviously i feel so much better than yesterday! Never felt soooooo much better before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-882929343680005058?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/882929343680005058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=882929343680005058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/882929343680005058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/882929343680005058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-valentine-aint-no-saint.html' title='this valentine ain&apos;t no saint'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-1043643667581077788</id><published>2007-01-19T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:36:52.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let me take this medicine&lt;br /&gt;To quench my love for violent things&lt;br /&gt;My swan song will&lt;br /&gt;Be like a bullet laced in anger&lt;br /&gt;As the razor cuts the soft spot on your heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I SAW A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; ON MY WAY HOME TODAY! :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am i lucky or whut? Hahaha oh and its a really huge one so i called and msged a number of people about it. Well dont you think its coool? no one agreed with me :( and mandy the smarty pants, she was so monotone when i told her over the phone! Anyway have been staying back after classes to study/talk/laugh/play and i've been laughing too hard and too much and banging the canteen table that i'm going to have a soarthroat soon. My throat's killing i wanna dig into my throat and just dig out whatever thats hurting and itching inside (Sorry it sounds damn digusting but i really wanna do that). My throooaaats like the killer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its been really fun staying back in sch! Hahaha just sitting around the canteen with like seetoh, mandy, eunice and the rest. All we do is laughing soo hard(i think only me), talk about aloooot of stupid retarded and funnny things and of course lots of scandalous updates ;D and i always end up the one banging the canteen table, eating and buying endless mini toasted bread packets and eating away, laughing sooo hard, and getting lectured by 2 naggers. And when everythings done, i'll start to lose my voice and realise that i've ate 5 packets of mini toasted bread hahaha. I know sooooo fat right =\ but today was the ultimate. I stayed back to do math! Haha overdued homework actually and of course did abit of studying with mandy. So i guess im on my way to being a nerd 8) my zen kinda died on me it cant stop hanging and i think i need to send it for servicing its been laid there dying for a day! I'm dying without songsss :( alrights i need to go for my very important lessons with seetoh now and have some hot sizzling tea. Ohhhh nooooooooooo....... =\ okay byyyyeeeesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-1043643667581077788?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/1043643667581077788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=1043643667581077788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1043643667581077788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1043643667581077788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/photobooth.html' title='photobooth'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-8465407561134862099</id><published>2007-01-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:46:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello school has been a killer, srsly. Geog totally killed me last night leaving me with 5 hours of sleep :( and I am going for training tmr, yes netball training like finally after 1 or rather 2 years of slacking. Morning run this morning was like physical torture omg and this is going to last for the entire year. Omfg its sooo torturing i swear. Haha lyt was being damn funny drng geog lesson today she couldn't stop talking in those uh i forgot the name for it but yea. It was fucking hilarious i really couldn't stop laughing (fhm &amp; ccc!!). Sakae sushi with today with jia, brendon and morgan gang. and sorry i was late! Right now all i am desperate for is sleep sleep sleep. Just one more day to friday, oneeee and i'm done with another week of sch. And i am going on a major fat diet and i don't give a shit if i have to starve because i am so fucking Fat with a capital F. I am not going to eat during breaks anymore tho the canteen food is so damn bloody tempting. But i can't stand my weight and the bloody gross fats in my stomach, okay all parts of my body. So bloody flabby flab flab. I need the slimming tea pleeeasseeee. Oh i saw another few bright stars again this morning. Really really pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy belated sweet 16th suria and oh yes, happy sweet 16th andre! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just so you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-8465407561134862099?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/8465407561134862099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=8465407561134862099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8465407561134862099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8465407561134862099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/412.html' title='4:12'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-8753021634010812002</id><published>2007-01-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:30:10.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flyest angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, today i saw and counted seven very bright stars at my house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sugar sugar how you get so fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-8753021634010812002?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/8753021634010812002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=8753021634010812002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8753021634010812002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8753021634010812002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/flyest-angel.html' title='flyest angel'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-4010382189832403222</id><published>2007-01-14T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:34:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt; You and me are like one heart-beat.&lt;br /&gt;So slice open my veins.&lt;br /&gt;And let, the romance bleed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;Back into what I thought I knew, these words inside me, tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;My heart held, in the palm of your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has everyone been talking about valentines day? I'm more excited for cny actually. Its not the collecting ang paos part but its the buying of new clothes(!!) and of course its where the whole family gathers together i guess and not forgetting mahjooooongggg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i've been at sch for 2 weeks and soooo far its beeen okay i guess tho sch ends pretty late. They've changed the timetable and its 10 mins earlier now :D and i just weighed myself last night. And and and i gained 1 fucking kg back ever since sch reopened ): i'm suppose to be losing and not gaining. Omfg i swear sch food makes you so fat especially at the rate i'm eating on the fried dumplings and eating every break.  (Oh thanks bitch for the silverstein song its really good, love you!) I feeeeeeel so damn fat now i think i want to turn aneroxic, no i keed. I really should stop eating and go vegeterian and exercise. and i've finally decided to go back for trainings already! I shall go study, sch tomorrrrooww again. Not a very exciting thing but on the happy note its another 5 days to the weekends and another few weeks closer to cny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4010382189832403222?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4010382189832403222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4010382189832403222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4010382189832403222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4010382189832403222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloody-romance.html' title='bloody romance'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-2764350202885167077</id><published>2007-01-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:52:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet fracture</title><content type='html'>Thank you all of you for today and saturday (one love). Eventho my cocoalatte/moxbar proposal plan didn't succeed but i think its not really about having a big birthday bash on your sixteeth birthday but who and how you spent it. And i can gladly say that this is the best and the most memorable birthday ever srsly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday gave a treat to jia, morgan, brendon and dennis at coffee club. It was kinda like a mini birthday celebration hahaha. We were suppose to go have xiao long baos but but but the queue was really long and we were lazy to wait plus morgan was in a big fat hurry. Okay i just had a wonderfullest day with everyone whom i met :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the 12am wishes and thanks dennis for calling and wishing me hahaha. And of course thank you all for the msges. (Sorry if i didn't reply to acknowledge but if i were to reply every single one, my phone will srsly lag and my bills will burst. But you know i really appreciate it. I love ya'll :D) oh yes thank you all who wished me in schl today, thank you for remembering! Okay then jia and mandy gave me some big fat toothbrush as a birthday present no actually a mini thing to wash toilet bowls. The thought that counts la so thanks! Then had to go thru torture during pe today and sch ended at fourfuckingtenpm. Seetoh said she needed to come my to use the com haha then we went to the youth park cos she said her brother needed to pass her smthg. Then.... jia, mandy, rachel yee, morgan, john, jiajian, some guy were all there and sang me a birthday song. Omg thank you guys :) then brendon came  and we dilly dally here and there as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you jia for planning this for me omg i love you sooo much :) its really one memorable birthday. &amp;amp; thank you for those who chipped in for the spongebob pillow (eh its damn cute sial). Aiyah you know whut.. i just love all of you for today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-2764350202885167077?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/2764350202885167077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=2764350202885167077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2764350202885167077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/2764350202885167077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sweet-fracture.html' title='my sweet fracture'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-6517872488707515715</id><published>2007-01-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:44:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful letdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's gonna be really depressing ): the latest school will end is at fourpm which is on a monday. I'm going to start having monday blues. Homeroom system isn't really fun. But anyway the new schl looks pretty okay, the canteen really shrunk tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain more rain more! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-6517872488707515715?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/6517872488707515715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=6517872488707515715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6517872488707515715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6517872488707515715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/beautiful-letdown.html' title='beautiful letdown'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-5584587132914442109</id><published>2007-01-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:54:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a love song for the loveless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Careful now, you're so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When you've convinced yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No one else is quite as beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I said i'll come back and blog again soooo hello :) okay i think my new year's resolution is quite realistic right? But i'm going to break the first resolution tmr morning. I really have no mood to wake up early tmr and i've got to save my energy for the stuuuupid walk to the new site wtf, and i don't want to sleeep so early today so i'm just gonna cab to schl. Okay thousandandsix was a blast and its kinda the best memorable year i ever had with memorable birthdays, parties, gatherings, chalets, christmas eve and new years eve. (I cant really think of anymore occasions.) thank you everyone of you who made last year such a wunderestful year. I love you, you, you, you and you fullstop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Short and very sweet. Schl's reopening tmr i guess the two over months of holiday was nothing but just playing hard. Sooo i guess after tmr its studying hard again again ): times passing too fast i cant catch up. And no one's mad at me anymore so yay! and i played mahjong with the cousins the whole of yesterday zomg. I lost la, lost damn badly but t'was like the old days where the cousins always sit around and just talk about stuffs. Kay then when i came home i played online mahjong again with brendon, dennis and thomas. And i didnt lose that bad, i kinda won actually :P brendon and dennis are like mahjong addictsss omg. I think im gonna get lost in the new school site tmr it looks really big wth. Hahaha okay my com crashed and my dad's com is sooooo sloooooooow. Okay revamping my template for the new year time bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I still cant believe schools reopening tmr &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5584587132914442109?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5584587132914442109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5584587132914442109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5584587132914442109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5584587132914442109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-love-song-for-loveless.html' title='this is a love song for the loveless'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-4798993692835786877</id><published>2007-01-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:54:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melt the sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy/sad 2007 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for the year&lt;br /&gt;#1 NO MORE CABBING TO SCHL IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;#2 40kg.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Pay attention in class and stop falling asleep during accounts and chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;#4 Be nerdier than jia and thomas! :D&lt;br /&gt;#5 No more partying and drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was sooooooo tiring. i've eye bags now soooo fugly =\ jia and i or rather I have figured the ultimate bitch. Oh and its funny to see how people can detest each other yet on the other hand they are like so close. i really don't get it sometimes but oh wells. Okay i feel so shagged i think i need my 24hrs of sleep tmr or i'll die on the first day of schl. Nye was spent with jia, brendon, thomas and this guy i forgot his name. Its really funny seeing that whatever his name is guy drunk cos he really talks alot of nonsense. I think yesterday or whatever this morning was the worst, wtf i've never said so much stupid things in my life :( i can really kill myself now for saying everything omg. And i read a letter today for i think more than 10 times and i'm still so stone... and someone's mad at me i think oooops :( the weather seems really weird today. No maybe i'm just weird. Ok i'm going to pop by jia's now bye! I will try blogging a better post tonight cos now i'm just not feeling the way i should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4798993692835786877?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4798993692835786877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4798993692835786877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4798993692835786877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4798993692835786877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2007/01/melt-sugar.html' title='melt the sugar'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-883698494111697904</id><published>2006-12-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:20:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks bestest for the song, i really like it :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you where you need to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell you who you need to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what you need to know&lt;br /&gt;Tell you when you’ll need to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything inside you knows&lt;br /&gt;Says more than what you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;So much more than empty conversations&lt;br /&gt;Filled with empty words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more time around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to see&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything you are&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside looks like&lt;br /&gt;Everything I hate&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope I have for change&lt;br /&gt;You are the only chance I’ll take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-883698494111697904?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/883698494111697904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=883698494111697904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/883698494111697904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/883698494111697904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-5983136500437005420</id><published>2006-12-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smack that</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013618145975068658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RZPzI_ZL5_I/AAAAAAAAADk/5Qf2-2f0vUo/s200/__by_grindlovehurts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be my valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I’m a world away? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y fifth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of c&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my com kinda crashed yesterday i couldn't surf any website except friendster? quite weird cos i kinda spent the night surfing friendster and being really patient to wait for the other sites to load. okay its been raining. and it gets me really lazy to go out of the house cos its soooo cold. seeeeriously cold i feeel like im in winter now quite stupid but yea =\ oh and i sat down today trying to think of my new years resolution but they're all so stupid. and i will never get it done sooooo yup. and im thinking of wearing socks to sleep. sounds cool aye? :D i really cant help it, the weathers fuuurrreeezzzinnng cold even with a 30 degrees temp on air con. okay well walking under the rain today aint as bad as other times :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-5983136500437005420?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/5983136500437005420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=5983136500437005420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5983136500437005420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/5983136500437005420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/smack-that.html' title='smack that'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RZPzI_ZL5_I/AAAAAAAAADk/5Qf2-2f0vUo/s72-c/__by_grindlovehurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-6383035095033214820</id><published>2006-12-26T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banana pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RZD7-_ZL5-I/AAAAAAAAADY/6e_RU25h6TI/s1600-h/retro_kiss_by_ladymonroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012783444850894818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RZD7-_ZL5-I/AAAAAAAAADY/6e_RU25h6TI/s200/retro_kiss_by_ladymonroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;kissy wissssy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Happy boxing day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;It has been raining the entire day why why why :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;my toes are freeeezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;i was freezing under my blanket the whole morning and the house next to mine just had to be doing some construction work and spoilt my beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;i think im gna come down with a flu sooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;sneeezy sneeezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;brrrrr.. soooo coooooldddd =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the rain totally bums me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;and i havent bought books for next year yet neither have i done any single hmwrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;and schls next week nooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;I feel like playing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;rain, anyone anyone? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;(im still in a red a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;nd green mood =\)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-6383035095033214820?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/6383035095033214820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=6383035095033214820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6383035095033214820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/6383035095033214820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodnight-starlite.html' title='banana pancakes'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RZD7-_ZL5-I/AAAAAAAAADY/6e_RU25h6TI/s72-c/retro_kiss_by_ladymonroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-4261292941021970733</id><published>2006-12-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season to be jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RY9javZL58I/AAAAAAAAADA/qfN0p_ZrWbs/s1600-h/fucking_IMAGE_by_muszka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RY9javZL58I/AAAAAAAAADA/qfN0p_ZrWbs/s200/fucking_IMAGE_by_muszka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012334221336504258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:small fonts;"&gt;(where are my 12 days of christmas presents? haha i kid :p&lt;br /&gt;thank you Santa for giving such wunderestful friends.)&lt;br /&gt;wheres my santa baby? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im gonna make this fast cos i've to get to my aunty's house later! anyway &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;!! i guess i can say this year's christmas was quite memorable hehehe. jia and dennis came over for dinner then we played monopoly! :D and t'was very very fun when you see dennis getting bankrupt hehehe (sorry dennis pls dont kill me) and then he'll start borrowing money from the bank and jia set her own rules lol. then dennis had to leave and bob came! then we 3 sat down at the living room and had heart to heart talk and confession time. it was very good i must say :) then smart bob fell asleep then it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;! sooooo we started sending out msges and our phones hang/hung whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bob left to meet his other friends and brendon came. i felt like i had visitors every hour but haha okay. then we talked and we were talking about all my wasted stories and hahahah its really funnny. then brendon told us a joke. sorry i really dont get it i was half awake hee :D next time next time! hahaha then thomas and savin came. and then talk drink laugh hahaha. i cannot remember anymore. oh! I fell for a trick for the dont know how many times again. cos i had cramps and smarty pants thomas say that drinking would heal it. and i really believe then when i told brendon and savin they started laughing at me. soooo i presumed that i got tricked again! again!!!! &gt;:( then i dont know why we played chopsticks and thomas cheated. he was suppose to put 42. okay i don't know what is that. but i know that my hair was very messy and my white clip kept getting missing. brendon was being very retarded by saying that he was a doctor and he'll cure the cramps or smthg like that. damn retarded hahah then i wanted to take a walk to the haha Garden so brendon helped me to the garden but i didnt wanna walk on the grass cos i was bare footed if i remembered correctly. so we made circles?! i dont know ha. then dilly dally here and there, then they left around 430am or was it 530am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it was all good i must say! and i was happy this time haha. it is a very very very wunderful thing.  thank you dearest jia, dennis, bob, brendon, thomas and savin for coming over :) i had a really great christmas eve and christmas day hahaha. thank you jia for taking care of me and the present. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love love you!&lt;/span&gt; :D thank you thomas for tricking me haha i kid rich boy! thank you brendon for taking care of me as well and being my pillow and doctor and walking to the haha garden with me lol! thank you savin for the drink coughs coughs. &amp; of course thank you dennis for the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wuuunderestful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;day&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-4261292941021970733?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/4261292941021970733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=4261292941021970733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4261292941021970733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/4261292941021970733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='tis the season to be jolly'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RY9javZL58I/AAAAAAAAADA/qfN0p_ZrWbs/s72-c/fucking_IMAGE_by_muszka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-8478171253891893415</id><published>2006-12-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:36:24.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make the boys go crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I spent 20 big bucks on just One cab fare today &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First thing first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Merry eve of&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; my sexy friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was awesome. met jia(hearts) this morning and went to toys r' us to get bob and derrick's christmas present. then over to meeet bob and john for lunch then we went to meet suria then trained to expo where bob and i did lots of stupid things as in srsly stuuuupid. so i guess city harvest aint so bad. sooo sang some christmas carols and then brendon and thomas came. and i really havent gone church for really long so blah blah aiyah long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dennis cycled to meet us after the whole thing and timong came too! bob and john had to leave sooo left a few of us then we went to find foood dilly dally here and there. then all left soo jia, brendon, thomas and i trained to changi airport where we ended up eating bk at the viewing mall. ohhhh im really proud of myself. i only took some of bob's fries for lunch and 1 piece each of jia's dinner for the whole day and im still not hungry! then i cabbed home where i decided to be a very kind soul but noooo one wanted so its not that im not nice! :p hahah i kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway thanks bob for inviting me to your church today, thank you bob for carrying the stuffs for me and i think we can be movie stars alr lol, thank you dennis for cycling to meet us, thank you brendon and thomas for carrying our stuffs, thank you brendon for carrying my baggg and of course thank you all of you for being such a wuuunderful company! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-8478171253891893415?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/8478171253891893415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=8478171253891893415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8478171253891893415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/8478171253891893415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-boys-go-crazy.html' title='make the boys go crazy'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-1043700334032669076</id><published>2006-12-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:11.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovestrucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYuZq_ZL57I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9NFDHOraxVM/s1600-h/mischa-barton-morgan-de-toi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYuZq_ZL57I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9NFDHOraxVM/s320/mischa-barton-morgan-de-toi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011267974230435762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoooon starshines. i'm back from thailand :) and i've learnt five memorable things at this trip so far. i understand the real meaning of the word 'miss'. my second ear hole is infected and now its pretty sick sooo i've to close it, no choice :( I LOST 1KG(!!!!) omg i'm super happy. i found out that the model promoting for brand morgan is soooo effing hot(picture above) and and trannys are hoooot shit yo. shopping was awfully awesome cos there were sales everywhere. shoppings are sooo good. i always feeeel so happy after that. speaking of that i neeeda shop again(JIAAAAA!:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is in like 1 day. soooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in advance! MY INTERNET'S BEING A BITCH LAH, IT DOESNT STOP SIGNING ME OFF AND ONLINE &gt;:( jia's suppose to be over right now but because shes too lazy soooo looks like i'll just meet her tmr. and thank you for the portable dvd player! :D I LOVE YOU JIA, MY LOVE. my parents are gna give you something big as well hahaha. i still haven't got enough christmas presents for people yet and i havent got christmas cards to send out yet and i've a whole list of address! zomg i dont know what to doooo. i've a pile of holiday assignments to finish which i have not even started on a single one. plus the commonwealth essay!!! anyone pls? def not free work promise :D im turning sweet16 in like about 2/3 weeks time. im soooo excited but i havent really plan my party out and i still have to do the invitations and all. soooo many things, sooooooooooooooooo little time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go have my bitch talk with jia now. ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-1043700334032669076?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/1043700334032669076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=1043700334032669076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1043700334032669076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/1043700334032669076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/lovestrucked.html' title='lovestrucked'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYuZq_ZL57I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9NFDHOraxVM/s72-c/mischa-barton-morgan-de-toi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-561577823598749675</id><published>2006-12-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures, stars and dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQn375XOI/AAAAAAAAABI/RpGyN4aeaZE/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQn375XOI/AAAAAAAAABI/RpGyN4aeaZE/s200/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008724750293884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKRBn75XQI/AAAAAAAAABY/aAjtZRqNvQ8/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKRBn75XQI/AAAAAAAAABY/aAjtZRqNvQ8/s200/DSC01256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008725192675515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQnn75XLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0LNFmwwdldE/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQnn75XLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0LNFmwwdldE/s200/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008724745998916786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQ2n75XPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FvSAsSLwn2Q/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQ2n75XPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FvSAsSLwn2Q/s200/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008725003696954610" 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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jia&lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 3 stuuuupid but sneaky boys who ganged up against me :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-i was locked up in there btw and i you can't breathe at all cos you only suck in the cold air everytime you breathe. and btw i think that is worth 5billion bucks, thank you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hello everyone i'm back from a very funny, awesome, body-aching, sudden blue blacks chalet :) hahaha but seriously it was really fun. got to the chalet and jia and i waited for bob, jiajian and nerissa to come then we decided to play mahjong. hahaha hilarious the way you see bob play. then finally bbqed when the rain was lighter. it was sooo retarded at first cos we had to hold an umbrella and set up the fire thing haha and then dennis/derrick came he is seriously full of rubbish omg. so we bbqed then around 7 plus? yea then brendon came and bob and derrick as usual gave him a nickname called brad pitt. i can't really remember why but they just gave him that nick name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKZnX75XSI/AAAAAAAAACA/knAV4g201zI/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKZnX75XTI/AAAAAAAAACI/DI9HZv9oMeo/s200/DSC01770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008734637308599602" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKZnH75XRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QWJl_OuD7ks/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKZnH75XRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QWJl_OuD7ks/s200/DSC01246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008734633013632274" 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;then we played xbox and for once i won derrick in nfs. and won in dead or alive as well, am i good or good? (derrick shut up ah hahaha) then we decided to play heart attack. derrick's very own heart attack game where 3 stuuuuupid boys(DERRICK, BRAD AND SURIA) decided to gang up against me and stole all the cards and left me screaming and wacking derrick. then gabriel and like 4 others came then blah blah blah. ended up we went to play poool?! hahaha but i think i was really tired sooo bob and i went to walk at the beach. and thanks bob for piggybacking me across the muddy grasses and you ended up stepping on, ew frogs. thank you so much bob anyway! :D then we talked about some stuffs and shooting stars(i still havent seen one) then went back to the room. then played indian poker and more mahjong hahaha! then i don't know how we ended up going to the beach and i was like exploring the beach using some light thing. everyone kept laughing lah, i still dont get it! then we walked to freaky red house. dilly dally then on the way back I encountered something so freaky. and everyone said they didn't hear it and then i got so damn scared i started crying. then in the room we played more mahjong and cards while the rest slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after soooo much whinings from jia, derrick, bob, brad, phuay hao whom derrick calls thomas i dont know why!, jiajian, john and i went to macs for breakfast and ended up listening to derrick's nonsense again. making soo much noise and thanks for playing that slapping game with me. i think i broke a vein =\ i'm seeeeerious! then we sent brad to the bus stop and derrick and bob were being sooo retarded! hahaha then back to the chalet. and i fell asleeeeeeep on the. floor. omg and i still slept so soundly and i dreamt or rather heard something so scary. and ditto we all slept for about 2 hours except thomas! he didn't sleep the whole entire night. then gabriel, jeevan and the band had to leave for their uh gig. then we were all planning to go escape but because of me! I'm sorry. then we just fell asleeep again. then cab home and my head was spinning like mad i think i almost wanted to puke in the cab. and i really neeed my bed now my body's aching worst than my granny's aches. how am i going to survive bangkok and chiang mai!! but thank you all for coming for the chalet. you guys really made the chalet a blast! :D (more pictures at jia's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-561577823598749675?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/561577823598749675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=561577823598749675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/561577823598749675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/561577823598749675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-stars-and-dreams.html' title='pictures, stars and dreams'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RYKQn375XOI/AAAAAAAAABI/RpGyN4aeaZE/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-443999312390678055</id><published>2006-12-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:32:16.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get down hit the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;digital love.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream about you&lt;br /&gt;In this dream I'm dancing right beside you&lt;br /&gt;And it looked like everyone was having fun&lt;br /&gt;the kind of feeling I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hello. JIA'S BACK JIA'S BACK!!!! yay i miss you sooooo much sexyback :D&lt;br /&gt;And i just talked to her on the phone. thank you for that paul frank(hearts) pouch, me love you so muchiiezx lovely. i will get you something pretty from bangkok too. Can't wait to see you tmr morning at my house and 2 days at chalet&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it ;D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch it &lt;/span&gt;by Busta rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtOLgekdvFQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtOLgekdvFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-443999312390678055?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/443999312390678055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=443999312390678055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/443999312390678055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/443999312390678055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-down-hit-floor.html' title='get down hit the floor'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-3646518337473381586</id><published>2006-12-12T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she broke my heart so i broke his jaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RX6VhRvQ5HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NrDwBJzVems/s1600-h/11-12-06_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RX6VhRvQ5HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NrDwBJzVems/s200/11-12-06_1612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007604234612434034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha there you go, the tmk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was meet your old friends day. cos i finally met maple after so long and i didnt pangseh her this time. i overslept till like 1130 and then still sat at the couch watching tv till 12 and rushed down to ps to meet maple and she was with elton, elroy and i don't know who. so then both of us trained down to orchard and so many people kept asking us to donate money to them. no wait its only 2 but still i think its alot lah wth it was soooo annoying. so we walked to fareast and got my fred perry bag after much decision. so yes haha thank you lah maplekissyourass, i will lubchszxz euu 4eva :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then timhan that chic with a dick came to meet us to pass me the zouk tickets to pass to this girl. then after the passing here and collecting money there. we decided to shop around. that idiot is sure a joker, hes like seriously fos. so we walked from fareast to wisma to like paragon then to heeren then to cine with that gayass joker making maple and i go crazy. then wee started initial-talking damn bloody retarded. then the 3 of us started to act really stupid and gay and named ourselves yakitori chics! so then we were at heeren's n.u.m and we saw a shirt that says "men suck" and both of us liked it but we were both broke already. soooo tim was like "i dare you to go to the (sales)men and ask 'is this true? well when i see you i dont think it is" and he said he'll give us 10bucks and the shirt for that dare. so tempting right? but sooo as usual we were bargaining with him for like 20bucks and the shirt or either that the 2 shirts. but he being such an ass don't wanna be nice. so we irritated him sooo much till he squatted down out of nowhere and went like "eh please lah stop lah please please". damn our girls skill is good i must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking over to cine. we bumped into some of tim's friend and then elton, elroy, wong jieh and i don't know who came. then i had to go but thanks k.m.t for yesterday. it was awfully awesome :) was suppose to go out with timong today, but that stupid ass didn't call me. (hello timothy ong we've not gone out since foreverrrrrr) meet my new friend alexsopretty. he's sooo retarded i tell you! but he's really funnny lah. &amp; i just broke my new record today. i was 45mins late for tuition cos i woke up at 11 when tuition's suppose to be at 11. then shared cab home with kheng and watched sappy drama serials, so touching it makes me wanna cry ): anyway i guess i won't be blogging till the 21st soooo bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;like a shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-3646518337473381586?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/3646518337473381586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=3646518337473381586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3646518337473381586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/3646518337473381586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-broke-my-heart-so-i-broke-his-jaw.html' title='she broke my heart so i broke his jaw'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RX6VhRvQ5HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NrDwBJzVems/s72-c/11-12-06_1612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-116568706477720079</id><published>2006-12-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels fuck devil kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; will you still love me tomorrow - plain white t's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RXr-f6RTK_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yBTm-J5fEyA/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RXr-f6RTK_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yBTm-J5fEyA/s200/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006593759946943474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have decided to revive my blog. first of all. i'm sorry maple for not being able to go out with you tmr, i will buy you elephant super glue and i'll mend back your heart for you okay? I promise i will make it up to you. secondly, i'm sorry nick i can't make it for your gig tmr. owe you one!  thirdly. i am sorry gabriel i cannot make it for your gig on monday either. I have made a very fair decision and i hope i'm making a right and wise choice. please don't kill me. forthly jia have a safe trip tmr alrights? I'll miss you so much. have fun in bali and don't get a tan without me. Me will miss you like crazeee, infinite hearts love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really weird but funny dream last night. and the guy (don't remember face/name) told me this:"We'll fall in love with each other in 2 years time, i'm sure" hahaha wtf i can't stop thinking about that sentence cos it doesn't remind me of anyone and its just damn funny lah. anyway  next week's like so damn sex i really can't wait. chalet from 14-16 i can't wait to play mahjong with bob, indian poker (:D), bbqing and all hahaha. i can't wait for my yummy bbqed mashmellow(yum yum) and obviously the companion which is going to get the stay so sex and hype up. And then off to bangkok and chiang mai on the 16th. I am soooooo excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;You say that I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;When the night meets the morning sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;Is love I can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, and I won't ask again&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116568706477720079?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116568706477720079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116568706477720079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116568706477720079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116568706477720079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/angels-fuck-devil-kiss.html' title='angels fuck devil kiss'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mgIBDLxpBYo/RXr-f6RTK_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/yBTm-J5fEyA/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899314.post-116531878737838849</id><published>2006-12-05T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:30:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;teenagers - mcr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes very good miss kimberley ain't going for Flow! tonight eventho i'm so tempted to join my favourite bitch. anyway last night was soooo damn drama i can't stop thinking about it. cuz it makes me laugh so much. i actually went all out for you, am i in the right state of mind omg. but thank you johnchua and bestfriend for coming all the way down to accompany me, lending me a shoulder to cry on, making sure i get to bed, and every little thing you guys have done for me. thank you johnchua my dearest brother who still cares so much for me and being there when i was down. thank you morgan, nerissa and jia. for actually talking to me all the way till 5 plus am. and even wanting to cab down to accompany me, for being there for me when i was down, making sure that i'm gonna be fine, the slightest thing to cheer me up. I'm so thankful for you 5 of my dearest friends. and morgan thank you for telling me that bottle thing. i'm going to try it but i need to find a sea lol. bestfriend, johnchua, jia, morgan and nerissa. I love you all so much :)&lt;br /&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/23899314-116531878737838849?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116531878737838849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116531878737838849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116531878737838849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116531878737838849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunrise.html' title='sunrise'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116524264363323436</id><published>2006-12-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:38:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patron saint of liars and fakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;fergalious - fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/195098/DSC01169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/523541/DSC01169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/956683/DSC01167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/596873/DSC01167.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jiajiapooo (really good shopping today, thumbs up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jiajiapoo and morganss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally sold my old digi cam for fucking 60bucks only but damn i got more money to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suntec &amp; penin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;56bucks in topshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20bucks on my shoes cuz the shoes i was wearing were hurting so bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(i'm going to get that necklace at f21, anyone?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mos and morgansss joined us thereafter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;far east &amp;amp; borders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thank you for the hurtful words like overly protective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;t to the a to the s t e y girl you tasty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d to the e to the l i c i o u s, to the d to the e to the,&lt;br /&gt;to the, to the, hit it Fergie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116524264363323436?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116524264363323436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116524264363323436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116524264363323436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116524264363323436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/patron-saint-of-liars-and-fakes.html' title='patron saint of liars and fakes'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116504739352136054</id><published>2006-12-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:51:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holly hox, forget me nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; where you are - rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 18TH LIWEN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thank you for being such a wonderful cousin. will never forget the times we hang out, the sleepovers, overseas trips esp the korea one!, the sneak out of hotel room at hk, parties, everything since i was born lol. hope you enjoyed the bbq yesterday and of course the lunch today with adorably cute ju kai baby. anyway you're like almost legal to do everything now. so its time for you to be helping me sneak ;D haha i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i did a most fufilling thing in my life yesterday. reason why, i actually walked to peninsular from my house! Can you believe it? this pig here who does nothing but take cabs all the time to taka, actually took a walk to penin. i myself can't even believe it. well i wasn't out of mind or anything, i just thought that taking a long (25-30mins, counted long? haha) walk will actually sort out my feelings and thoughts. apparently, even before i have reached river valley i got so tired of walking already cos of the stupid hills. gravity, yes. and i was on the phone with bestfriend and all. and it started drizzling. but yet i still continue walking, yes claps claps please. and apparently i got lost walking. but i manage to find the place. i was actually thinking if walking to peninsular hotel for shortcut was right, but nooooo haha. ain't it so memorable? I walk somewhere far. it feeels so good after walking, its like you've burn out all the fats in your body. but i became so emo the whole day like wtf ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so met gabriel, shengyi and brendon and omg i swear i think i walk to much and became really stupid. but i was reallly tired from the long walk, and getting lost. sorry poor directionist :) haha soooo they got their stuffs. bummed around and decided to go vivo! and phuay hao joined us? yea. (jiaaajiaapoo remember we're suppose to go for the grand opening together! And we happily forgot all about it. how can :( im so sad) soooo shop shop around. the next time i'm going out, i swear i'll do productive shopping. sucks going home with nothing and when they're so many things you wanna get but not chings chings. money pls drop from the sky for me. then i left to meet bestfriend at taka. got the stuffs for my aunty then had a big hard time at guess finding my bag. and finally omg i chose the one i wanted. i was so desperate for a fashion adviser (meano-organ!!!! where were you when i needed you to help!!) sooo i asked this lady randomly. it was sooo embarrasing but nvm. then got my topshop top tho i have the same but they're so different colours :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt home, then off to kheng's house for my cousin's surprise party. and kheng got really annoyed taking pictures for bestfriend and i and sooo we were so nice and ask him to take for us! but he was so annoyed hahaha it was really funny. but thanks kheng!! haha. anyway the party was really good. food was good. atmosphere was really good too. and obviously, the accompany were great. dad came to pick me up so liwen and kheng were outside the condo waiting with me. and it was really funny getting kheng to come for the lunch today. but noooo he had to fall sick today for his brilliant dry ice thing? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on the phone with favourite bitch no.1 again haha. i've been on the phone with her everynight till like 3am plus. so you know why i'm always late and sleepy now hahaha. no not your fault bitch haha! (congrats to jeanne for being the prom queen!) heard everyone was damn glamourous that night wow. she actually found her model plus hot couple already hahah wth its damn funny. anyway so mfb and i were actually just gossiping, and actually talking about things which were so good. we couldn't stop talking about ccs hahaha and we actually tried out something but it was damn hilarious and didnt really work except for ccs's. but anyway thanks mfb for the past few nights, you're teh sex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sorry gabriel and marisse for not being able to make it for both your confirmation today. but congrats now that you've got a middle name, you're cooler but im the coolest haha i kid :D oh and congrats to xavier too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i go and spoil it all and say something stupid like i love you.&lt;br /&gt;that song is soooo cute haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116504739352136054?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116504739352136054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116504739352136054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116504739352136054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116504739352136054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/12/holly-hox-forget-me-nots.html' title='holly hox, forget me nots'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116488690189655554</id><published>2006-11-30T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:24:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where you are</title><content type='html'>I love rain, the best time to sleep. mmhm i haven't thought of a nice xanga user yet but i'll be changing template for a change first. anyway catching up with zoe yesterday was love. on the phone with morgan last night, supposedly talking about some mahjong/chalet things and we kept digressing till 3am and then called favourite bitch no.1 and were thinking evil yet funny things till 530am was da bomb. now my eyes are like half closed, i'm so tired the whole day. plus time of the month came today, wtf. &amp;amp; meeting jia today was totally, teh sex (i love you piiiiisssss hehehe). okay my chalet's on the 14 to 16 but i will be leaving sg on the 16th to sunny bangkok for cheap thrills and chiang/chang mai(wtf?!) till the 20th. i'm seriously sooooo excited for tmr's month. so sex baby :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116488690189655554?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116488690189655554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116488690189655554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116488690189655554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116488690189655554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-you-are.html' title='where you are'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116473340523352358</id><published>2006-11-29T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:03:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobooth kind of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;hero/heroine - boys like girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to blog cause sorry my life ain't as interesting as yours. anyway will be moving to xanga as soon as i've decided on a really good user. blogger i'll miss you, i had you for almost a year. on a happy happy note, i'm f-i-n-a-l-l-y meeting zoe lin tmrw after sooooo long. can't wait :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116473340523352358?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116473340523352358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116473340523352358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116473340523352358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116473340523352358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/photobooth-kind-of-love.html' title='photobooth kind of love'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116460951999902391</id><published>2006-11-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:45:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do good girls like bad boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dem jeans&lt;/b&gt; by Chingy ft. J.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMdL1KXNXZg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMdL1KXNXZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="390" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116460951999902391?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116460951999902391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116460951999902391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116460951999902391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116460951999902391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-good-girls-like-bad-boys.html' title='why do good girls like bad boys'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116435029672901679</id><published>2006-11-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:52:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not a secret anymore</title><content type='html'>Yes, the pictoooores i've promised&lt;br /&gt;we're such camwhores i swear, but the snaps away were really fun. I love you 2&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for making my wednesday so fun (&amp; mandy overslept on us. you missed out the instant noodles and snacking like we always do at jia's house! next time hor)&lt;br /&gt;this is like becoming a pictureblog, ohnoooooo. anyway was on the phone with favourite bitch no.1 last night till like 4am but we talked alot and shared alot of good good yummy stuffs. hahaha love you babe, you're the hottest shit yo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/320599/132042%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/79228/132042%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/399587/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/491281/162357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/709509/164346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/140196/164346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/569402/164018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/217627/164018.jpg" alt="" 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/23899314-116435029672901679?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116435029672901679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116435029672901679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116435029672901679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116435029672901679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-secret-anymore.html' title='its not a secret anymore'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116429581700537543</id><published>2006-11-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:30:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the calendar girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/852129/webcam%211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/180878/webcam%211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/184973/webcam%212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/95188/webcam%212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/1600/349428/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7548/2474/200/284403/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictoooures of yesterday will be uploaded later, or soon soon! :D haha sowee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116429581700537543?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116429581700537543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116429581700537543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116429581700537543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116429581700537543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/calendar-girl.html' title='the calendar girl'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116416928586273961</id><published>2006-11-22T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:24:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never be the same again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;stand up - ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whadddup mah homiesss. i couldn't get to sleep till like 5am last night, &amp; i think its because i couldn't get enough/over something. and i thought who so no life message me at 4plus and it was mandy youtubing away. so i message her till i fell asleeep and i was ranting to her about the fucking kyoote hahaha, sorry sorry secret, cannot share.  alrights will be heading to jia's house. catch ya later mah sexy homiesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i move you move, just like that&lt;br /&gt;when i move you move, just like that&lt;br /&gt;when i move you move, just like that&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, hey dj bring that back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116416928586273961?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116416928586273961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116416928586273961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116416928586273961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116416928586273961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-be-same-again.html' title='never be the same again'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116411663340284579</id><published>2006-11-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:11:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your heart is a grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;baby come on (acoustic) - plus 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual i was late for tuition this morning again. i'm like seriously apologetic, its not my fault that i oversleep all the time. i had an weird awful dream last night (btw it was about monkeys becoming human being with monkey faces) how stupid can i get. i promise i won't be half an hour late for tuition anymore! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a cab with kheng to town, then waited for bestfriend. then we shopped around heeren, obviously with nothing. tho i'm still so tempted to get my fourskin necklace okay soon soon. (thank you dearest bestfriend for the voucher, i love you) oh and i want i want to get the sleeping shorts at n.u.m, they're so fucking adorable. hop over to taka hopefully to find more stuffs to buy. And yes i got a shirt from wh &amp; &amp;amp;amp; &amp; &amp;amp; omfg. so fucking drop dead adorable hehehe, sorry sorry secret cannot share. (sorry daddy and jia you're gng to suffer hearing me whine about this for a long time) then got a sexy top i love it so much i'm going to get more! then also..... :D and I, yes Me. bought a cd today, surprisingly. maybe because that band is like to die for. but whatever it is, I am going to start buying cds from now on. i'm not illegal anymore haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i don't understand why do people have to flirt and all infront of you like cannot flirt somewhere else? Like right infront of you. like ew (insert msn sick smile emoticon pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend remember our tanning okay, dieting &amp;amp; obviously yes the running. i will wake up early just to run to botanical gardens. for the sake of myself, i will haha. anyways today was extreamly fun because i felt so good ranting about all those to you. you don't feel so sad anymore okay? you have me to have fun with. hahaha i love you bestfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116411663340284579?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116411663340284579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116411663340284579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116411663340284579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116411663340284579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-heart-is-grave.html' title='your heart is a grave'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116401285075995705</id><published>2006-11-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:07:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>famous last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/kimberleykan/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 219px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/kimberleykan/collage12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/kimberleykan/DSC00944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/kimberleykan/DSC00944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/1600/DSC00938.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/200/DSC00938.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;webcamwhores at stayover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hello advanced smelly chrissymas to my heartstrings baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'sup my sexy fangs, wednesday wednesday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116401285075995705?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116401285075995705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116401285075995705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116401285075995705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116401285075995705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/famous-last-words.html' title='famous last words'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116386633939525163</id><published>2006-11-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:18:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; take me out - franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just earned 50bucks from my dad for doing something for him which only lasted less than 15mins. Free money sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked brownies with my mum today. No worries, you won't die yet cos neither has anyone in the house yet. yesterday coca with jia, alyn and those whom i hardly go out with which is fangs and mandy! Fruitful day spent with them. I miss hanging out with fangs and mandy, laughing at the slightest thing. we're gonna do catching up again next week right? Ah yes, see ya soon lovelies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it seems like a task stepping out of the house now hahaha. yes, you're hearing that from Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia wants to go shopping, so do i. I want more tops, the necklace at fourskin, (spend my zara vouchers which have prolly been expired but no harm trying), sexy belts, black pants, jeans, converse shoesss, heels, get more friends for mimi (so out of point but whatever, mimi's too sexy for me), bag bag bag &amp; more bags!!, pretty picnic dress, denim white shorts, havanias, n.u.m bag, pretty white/limegreen clips &amp;amp; i cant really go on anymore, cos i don't have that much cash to get everything.  So let me just slowly start saving, slowly bit by bit cancelling off the stuffs on the list. Obviously start catching up with friends, and start partying more before december closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh honey. don't prove to me that saturdays are cursed can? hahaha. this ain't the meaning of trust, don't you trust me? I guess you don't. but its okay, i still love you all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116386633939525163?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116386633939525163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116386633939525163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116386633939525163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116386633939525163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/outro.html' title='outro'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116368864313642795</id><published>2006-11-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:53:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, sweethearts</title><content type='html'>Feels so good after ranting to jia about someone, that feeling is sooo good i swear. I don't know whether i should be getting pissed or not. Maybe i should, okay i'll take it as i should lah. (Ju where are you! i got to talk to you about something! love, please call me when you see this) i've been playing around with photoshop just now. And editted alot of pretty pictures, whoo i'm so happy. Will be out with jia, mandy and alyn tmrw, hopefully a teeny weeny bit of shopping since we're gna be on budget. OH gst has risen up 7%. Okay shut i know i'm slow but whatever. Shit lah how to go shopping, eating all. Urgh so annoying. how can like that lah, you tell me. Tsk, goodbye i mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116368864313642795?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116368864313642795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116368864313642795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116368864313642795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116368864313642795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-sweethearts.html' title='Oh, sweethearts'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116357975321121906</id><published>2006-11-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:57:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not a love song</title><content type='html'>Babble, babble, bitch, bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel, rebel, party, party&lt;br /&gt;Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been said before&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116357975321121906?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116357975321121906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116357975321121906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116357975321121906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116357975321121906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-not-love-song.html' title='this is not a love song'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116339933168058545</id><published>2006-11-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:14:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an afternoon laughing</title><content type='html'>t'was on the phone with jia&lt;3 till like 4 this morning. we both agreed what happen on saturday was so uncalled for. maybe i'm just over reacting and being sensitive? like whatever, i don't care anymore. anyway this weekend was sex baby, tho inside i was feeling so pissed! but i can proudly say "I really truly enjoyed this weekend :)"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This isn't all we can do. When in doubt you move on, no need to sort it all out. By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I never asked to be sorry,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its over its over for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116339933168058545?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116339933168058545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116339933168058545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116339933168058545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116339933168058545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/afternoon-laughing.html' title='an afternoon laughing'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116325697217442033</id><published>2006-11-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:32:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive but don't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry but saturday is cursed. i've had enough with all the Saturdays that has been so fucking Emo. here i am so fucking scared, almost on the verge of tears. sorry it ain't funny. it is times like that which i'd say "I really want/need a get away" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from all this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry jee, i really am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116325697217442033?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116325697217442033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116325697217442033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116325697217442033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116325697217442033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgive-but-dont-forget.html' title='forgive but don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116309129361359618</id><published>2006-11-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:35:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple kind of lovely</title><content type='html'>i finally, yes finally decided to blog. i've been so lazy to blog or rather too busy, hahaha yeah. once again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY JIA! One love babe.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; anyway jia, i hope you had a great birthday on tuesday! she came over at like 11 plus and i was still in bed freezing away haha then got ready and all. morgan and john came to meet us then cab to wisma. dilly dally and then finally settled down. so lunch @coca was awesome. morgan was being so damn bloody retarded, but it was really funny overall. alynn joined us after a while, and we really sat down from like 1plus till 4 for lunch buffet. then mandy joined us, shop shop shop. jia really shop till she drop. well she did at least. and i got my 2 pretty tops from topshop :) im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest left, except mandy then gabriel and jee joined us! haha i swear we were all dressed so formally like zomg. so we shopped around fareast and then finally decided to settle outside my house's this porridge stall to eat. so we talked about so many stuffs and all. then all because of jeee, gabriel and him left earlier as usual forever like that. then we slacked around my house, mandy had to leave. jia stayed over! i love you jiayeepoo. it was so fun. gossiping, talking, laughing, everything! hahaha. then we spent the next day half the time in bed and on com playing games and watching dvd. and jia lend me her portable dvd player(!!) and some dramas. omg i love love love love love you soooooo much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today met jia again in the morning for cycling haha. whhiiieee it was really fun hahaha. this time shengyi joined us! and i didn't fall down this time. and shengyi lend me finding nemo and gameboy! thank you :) yes seriously im like the happiest girl right Now this moment. okay then we cab to town to catch material girls @cine. i was freezing in the dumbass theatre. i swear it was like fucking cold. colder my room coldest temperature!! so i kept moving here and there and then finally settled down. and then i fell asleep during some parts of the movie cuz i was seriously so tired. then we walked around. and theres a new shop at cine now called rusty, yea. and revoltage clothes are so pretty. jia and i got a damn pretty top from there. then we walked over to heeren where we bump into janice ng and lyt! hahah Hi janice, i know you're reading hahah. hang out soon babe? :) Fourskin is like our new favourite shop. its like the sex yo. and 2 other shops too. we found so many new nice shops. walked back to the station and bump into steph &amp;amp; elsa!(love) then went to get our big shirts for comfort at night. Finally, home sweet home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: Hey you, yes you. don't feel so stress and all about your schedules and all alright? i know its really so busy and all. but i'm always here to help you relieve "stress", hahahahahaha. but whatever it is. i just want you to know that i'm always here for you no matter what. you know im just a message/phone call away. no wait i talk to you everyday, so the more you know haha. So don't worry, be happy :) and i'll notice even if you take a single step away! so it makes hell lot of difference. take care alright? Ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116309129361359618?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116309129361359618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116309129361359618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116309129361359618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116309129361359618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/simple-kind-of-lovely.html' title='simple kind of lovely'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116282745904279429</id><published>2006-11-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:39:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haaaappppyyyy buuuurrrrrrrffffffdddddaaaayyyyyy jia! love love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your very special day tomorrow with Us. and the stayover! hahaha. i really can't wait. sweeeeeeeeet 15.. !! i'll miss you next year. shopping, camwhoring (definetly) and everything else. everything to be said is mostly in the message alr. this post dedicated to you. i love you sweets :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116282745904279429?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116282745904279429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116282745904279429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116282745904279429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116282745904279429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-whom-it-may-concerns.html' title='to whom it may concerns'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116271179978478624</id><published>2006-11-05T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:30:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross my heart</title><content type='html'>on friday, jia and i woke up at 6plus am to go. Cycling @ecp! and this time i didnt fall into a bush, i fell down while cycling to the jetty. complicated story but t'was really funny. i ended up on the floor laughing away. mrt to town, and we had suki sushi. we made a fool out of ourselves, seriously. then we walked around and then to ps. snap around the photobooth, found our pretty dresses. stupid things happened. cabbed back to my house. talk, slept, webcam with miwee! hahaha, it was really fun. then jia's dad picked us and we went night safari! (thanks jia!) its damn bloody cool. i wanna go again, this time i would't mind going in the afternoon. the zoo's so cool now, theres even bens &amp; yummy jerrys. got home. felt so shag the next day. had family lunch, then to my aunty's house. the day was so emotional. im gonna get my new sexy printer sometime next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you bestest, nerissa, miwee &amp;amp; kwan for everything. all the advices and little little things. its really a great help to me or i'd probably died last night. thank you for hearing me, and bestest eventho the words were harsh i really need it. Thank you all, one love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116271179978478624?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116271179978478624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116271179978478624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116271179978478624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116271179978478624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/cross-my-heart.html' title='cross my heart'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116231286724798150</id><published>2006-11-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:44:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit in this house&lt;br /&gt;Alone with fresh photographs&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't relax&lt;br /&gt;And like cigarette smoke, I'm starting to choke on this&lt;br /&gt;That half of my soul is on the road in a car with a girl in a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey now, maybe we're just being stupid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just being dumb&lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe it's time that we stopped and we realized&lt;br /&gt;Like a flag in the wind we are one&lt;br /&gt;And how at first it's made so pure and lovely&lt;br /&gt;But in battle can be torn to shreds&lt;br /&gt;But with time and with patience and love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Can be fixed with needle and thread&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you and you love me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will make this leave&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and you love me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will make, make, make, make this leave&lt;br /&gt;So remember me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116231286724798150?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116231286724798150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116231286724798150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116231286724798150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116231286724798150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-good-friend.html' title='hello good friend'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116223232543558007</id><published>2006-10-31T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:47:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything i once had</title><content type='html'>now it finally hits me that most of my close friends in class are gna be separated from me next year. nonono why.. :( sec3's like the most wonderful year i had since i step in pl. im seriously starting to miss it so much. i know im lagging behind this but i'll just do a few shoutouts to those few friends whom aren't gna be in the same class as me next year, and the rest like when the year is nearing the end. that fucking sucks so much, i really don't want the year to come to an end!!!! next year's gna be so different like what mandy said. memories, is only what we left now. :( im sorry but this thing only hits me like Now, this very moment. i then realise how much how much i miss everyone. how much everyone means to me. how much i didn't treasure the year. so i guess whatever that has happen, partly was my fault. yes now I apologise. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM MISSING HAPPY DIM SUMS SO MUCH. IM GNA MISS THIS YEAR SO MUCH TOO. THIS YEAR PASSED WAY TOO FAST. URGH THAT TOTALLY SUCKS. i never treasure things but only when they're gone i start to miss them. so stupppppppppp. AIYAH BUT WHY. WHY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DOES ALL GOOD THINGS HAVE TO COME TO AN END&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;something new for me to ponder on. why..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy dim sumS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hahaha i think our class is such a happy class. and giving happy dim sumS sounds so cool right right right? Haha. anyway eventho half the time im only mingling with the noisy side of the class but each and every of you in class are Special and different in many ways just like what mrs han said. and knowing so many new friends this year made 2006 such a special year. plus i'll miss tapping on ang hui leng's shoulder! haha and the stupid hand shake before exams. everything we do, we do as a class. class chalet, music marathon, whoopsay i cant really remember anymore. but music marathon was really really fun. class chalet's amazing race was double funny haha. and class bbq was really cool. eventho smarty pants angeline sat the pit on fire, how smart. but awwww this class will be etched in my memory(aiyo so sappy) cuz if it weren't for any of you, this year wouldn't be a blast! so thank you dim sumS, one love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    sijia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JIAAAAAAA :( i'm gna miss you so damn fucking much. okay thats how much im going to miss you okay. eventho i only became close to you like after what, uhhh music marathon? Yes. but still those times were one of the best yo. i swear im going to miss camwhoring with you and making videos with you. i can't sit with you next year and our distilled water anymore. but next year we'll still stay close and all okay. thank you for everything this year, esp the times during the chalet party. thank you very very much. you've been the wonderfullest friend ever. zomg sijiaaaaaaa :( no more sharing of our husbands alr. no more gossipings in class, and discussing about our future boyfriends. hahaha. our shoppings for bras. the stupid sentosa times haha. the times when you cheered me up during the results time. thank you. our endless shopping trips to vivo. the korean dramas. man i had a really good time with you eventho like the time we were so close was so short. but still, i treasured them the most!! tho i really wish you could be in class next year, but no more :( :( :( i love you so much babe. 2 months, we'll spend it really well okay. sa rang hae yo! hugs :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mandy wandy pandy! im gna miss the suanings lah eventho sometimes they're so damn mean. but its okay. hahahah. our stupid camp fever!!!! haha and the high schl musical craze. haha aiyo.. and thanks for this whole year, really. its been really good with You around. im definetly gng to miss your craziness, lunches, crazy things we do, instant noodles at jia's house. ahhh im going to miss you. eventho you always complain that im so whiny and all. and the times i always get woken during lessons cuz i fall asleep. the planning of the class chalet, so many things. the times you always come over. hahaha. the things we go crazy over. i can't wait for my birthday to come yay. then it'll be a last time of great fun till like after the o's. im going to misss you a whole lot, mandy. one love yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fangsy. fangsypoo. fangsyppooooyyyyypokkkkk :(((((((((((((((((( you're gna skip as well now. fineeeeee. =( im going to miss you so damn much fangs. no more huggings in the morning. no more laughings in the lab. no more partner during the assembly. FANGSYYYYYYY =( eventho its really short. but you know i'll miss you so much. fangs. fangs. fangs. no more camwhoring, no more hugs hugs hugs. i love you fangs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demelza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey this year's been pretty rough i guess. and i don't really know what ive to say in this shoutout. but definetly since you are part of the class so for sure im going to miss you too. i guess we've never actually really treasured each other's exsistence in class besides the point when we were really close during the starting of the year. shopping and all sorts. well the class's gna be separated, sooooooo.. do study hard next year. take care. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm i actually don't really know you. i only starting growing close to you this year and well i can say its only half a year that we were close? or till only term3. and i think we had a lot of some bad stuffs going on. oh wells, what is done cant be undone. so congrats on your good results. im sure you'll do well next year too. continue to strive for the best yea? take care. love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;serena &amp; joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you guys are da best of the class yo. not only do you all discipline the class, but always catching me too :( but its okay. no grudges! hahaha. you guys made this class a such a perfect one. eventho sometimes it gets really strict and stuffs but we know its for our own good. you 2 smarty pants, make such great partners. thanks for everything you've done for the class. and serena for being such a cool prefect of the class. &amp; joyce for being such a responsible monitress. (lemme me monitress nxt yr, maybe i can gain 1 point. whhiiieee.. just kiddingggg :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ex kkps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey the first term and second was really great with each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;tho there was some misunderstandings around and stuffs like that, but still its still a memory that i'll always keep. whatever it is, I apologise for everything that has happen. i guess partly its my fault. so I'm Sorry. hope you guys bear no grudges against me. I'm Sorry eunice for saying what i said about you that day. i guess it didn't really hit me hard at that moment. i tried, i really tried to run away from this separation thing, but i couldn't. but i guess this has finally hit me hard enough. well what can i say? Its already coming the end of the year. we're all broken into small groups. thank you for all the wonderful memories you all have given. the times at jasmine's, the indoor bbq at my house. Thank You so much. &amp; have a enjoyable holiday.&lt;br /&gt;one love, babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chiochio armani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you guys are real fun people. tho i dont even hang out with any of you, but srlys you guys are really cool and kyyyoooottttee people. congrats on your decision, and im sure that you guys are gna score so well. take care! and see yaaaaaa Sexies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116223232543558007?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116223232543558007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116223232543558007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116223232543558007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116223232543558007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-i-once-had.html' title='everything i once had'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116210015578118951</id><published>2006-10-29T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:20:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy happy dim sumS :D &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/1600/DSC00783.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/200/DSC00783.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm gna miiiiIIissSSSsS yOooOOooou sOoOOOOoooo much jia :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/200/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116210015578118951?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116210015578118951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116210015578118951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116210015578118951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116210015578118951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='goodnight goodnight'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116177682097977095</id><published>2006-10-25T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:48:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game of love</title><content type='html'>I'M SO HAPPY!! I'VE FINALLY DECIDED TO TALK TO MY MUM ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY AND AND AND I'LL BE HAVING IT DURING THE LATE LATE DECEMBER. YAY!! NOW ITS GONNA BE PLANNING THE INVITATION LIST, &amp;amp; FINDING THEN BOOKING A PLACE! I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT. I'M REALLY REALLY HAPPY. WWHHHIIIIEEEEEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call my monkey mimi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116177682097977095?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116177682097977095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116177682097977095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116177682097977095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116177682097977095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/game-of-love.html' title='game of love'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116169918121910728</id><published>2006-10-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:28:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohio is for lovers</title><content type='html'>you got my temperature rising like el-nin-yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;that song's so addictive! like Drugs, hahahahahaha x 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is going to end in i don't know how many days. zomg this year is like such a good year, i don't want it to end. But oh wells all good things come to an end eh? i'm sure gna miss this year so damn much )': one of the bestest year. i'll save the shoutouts for 31st dec. booness, this year was the fastest. nevermind! monkey do monkey say, monnkkkeeeeyyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never dreamt it'd be this way&lt;br /&gt;I lost any chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;To say that I miss you, say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell me I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't prepared for what's to come&lt;br /&gt;A life made of memories gone so young&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm regretting all I've done&lt;br /&gt;But in your heart know that I'm with you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who sat through nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And made sure I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I thank you for the love you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116169918121910728?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116169918121910728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116169918121910728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116169918121910728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116169918121910728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohio-is-for-lovers.html' title='ohio is for lovers'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116160940315480972</id><published>2006-10-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:54:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinventing Your Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you very much too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116160940315480972?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116160940315480972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116160940315480972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116160940315480972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116160940315480972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/reinventing-your-exit.html' title='Reinventing Your Exit'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><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-23899314.post-116149874354048996</id><published>2006-10-22T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:30:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderwall</title><content type='html'>okay lets talk about friday. since its such a memorable day so i decided i shall blog about it. went over to jia's house after schl. then met gabriel at serangoon mrt to get back my camera then off to the dentist. i've such cool clean teeth now. whhhiiiieeee.. then after i bathe and jia tried playing icy towers on my com. she kept screaming oh my god haha. then we took a train to vivo city(!!!!) and we shop. and this time we really did shop. i got my topshop top, i'm still searching for the other colour. then got a new bra for forever21, damn pretty. hahah and i'm gng there to get more. plus they're so damn cheap. and i'm gna get a sunglass from there too. and new tops. zomg forever21 there is so nice okay. then jiajian joined us and then went for dinner at some yucky place. i had stomachache the whole entire night lah! then we cab to bugis to shop a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to Gas Haus for gabriel's gig. that place was so damn freaky. the moment i was near there, my stomache started having butterflies. like seriously i needed a toilet at that point of time. then jia and i went in and i swear i started feeeling so scared. everyone there looked so scary, so emo. i felt like killing myself at that time. my legs felt so weak, i tell you. its gna be my first and last time gng to a gig at there or wherever. the songs were like screamo. i wanted to scream &amp; cry and run away. and the people moshing were like so damn scary. they were like killing each other. zomg jia and i were like praying and hoping we know someone there or uhhh morgan could come! but damn we were not so lucky. so we walked in and out like a lot of times and finally their band played. and thats when we found a super comfy sofa. we sat there and was almost half asleep. then after it was over we finally left that freaky spooky place. i swear it freaks it me totally. never felt so scared in my life! so shengyi, yong sheng, gabriel, jia and i left to burger king. hahaha. we sat there for a while, then we decided to go to east coast. so we were trying to hail a cab, but no one allowed 5 seaters. soooooo we walked to i can't remember what hotel to wait for a cab. and we took the maxi cab! but shengyi had to leave ): so we maxi cab to east coast. hahaha and then we just rot there and laugh and talk. and ended up in macs, eating and talking and playing with food. but some stuffs happen and i got so fucking pissed. but whatever lah. anyways we were uhhh suaning yong sheng half the time, it was so funnny. and we played the spinning game. and the way yong sheng run was bloody hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shengyi called and we talk to him for quite some time and then finally decided to go to his house. soooooo we cabbed over there. and then cos of some stupid accident shit there were police check. so they took down our names and ya blah blah blah. i got so scared after that. but whatever! then we got to shengyi's condo. we sat at his swimming pool talking and laughing. then after a while later, i fell asleep. then i woke up stretch around, and i was hallucinating! HAHA. cos i thought shengyi left (which was true) but i didn't know he came back again. nevermind, then i fell asleep again. then i woke up holding my slipper. shut up its not funny!!!!! i had no idea what was going on. then jia ran around the pool like some crazy girl. then shengyi left to get us biscuits but ended up sleeping. so we left to macs @kallang. ate gross breakfast, then bus home. and shengyi's like my far neighbour! it takes me only 15mins bus home. how coooool :D anyhows got home around 7 plus, then i went to shit and bath then slept till 330pm. a damn good sleep! i needed it so much. shengyi's condo swimming pool was so tempting. but i was wearing white shorts, plus i had no extra clothes. sooo too bad. and they woke me up to go eat breakfast and i got so pissed and grumpy and annoyed. and they made me wait for them to take pictures and all that shit. tsk!!!!!!! ANYHOWS IT WAS A DAMN FUN NIGHT WITH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM&lt;3 :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is sooooooo long. but anyway, stuffs was solved last night or rather this morning! i can't believe i cried )': it was so scary and all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm really sorry for everything. &lt;/span&gt;but its all over! so time to be happy hahaha. i hope the trip with bestest is confirm! i can't wait to goooo.. :) whhiiieeee. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116149874354048996?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116149874354048996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116149874354048996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116149874354048996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116149874354048996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonderwall.html' title='wonderwall'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116127711875623268</id><published>2006-10-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:58:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP..</title><content type='html'>you slept. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you owe me a meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116127711875623268?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116127711875623268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116127711875623268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116127711875623268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116127711875623268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep.html' title='SLEEP..'/><author><name>MincedMeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675605100348756690</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-23899314.post-116117298330560798</id><published>2006-10-18T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:18:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from heart and soul to paper and pen</title><content type='html'>congratulations 3d2 for promos, cos cos cos our whole class has promoted. so its a really good thing, so yay! :) thank you everyone who were there for me during the results and all. esp jia, seetoh, lauren, nerissa, janice ng, mandy, fangs, serena &amp; my other wonderful friends who consoled me when i cried and all. &amp;amp; of course a big thank you to mr eng. who has been talking to me and consoling me. giving me talks after talks telling me to relax and all. and teaching me how to study hard for next year and all the pointers to look out for. thank you. thank you everyone so so much, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo anywayyyyy. conference with jia, morgan, and 3 other guys last night til 11pm. then conference with gabriel and marianne, then jia joined in! then i talked to jia till like 1 plus am. then i talked to bestest till like 2 plus am. no wonder i was so tired today that i actually fell asleep on the chair during lifeskill course. i was so damn sleepy. and eventho hes voice was as loud as a loud hailer, i still could sleep. it got pretty boring anyway so yea. and me and jia are uh originality people unlike others who only know how to copy copy copy! so pirated eeyer. went to catch Rob-b-hood with jia, mandy, morgan, john and jiajian(?) at the new cathay. hahaha. omg it was so damn funny. mandy and i just started laughing so damn loudly during one part of the movie, we just couldn't stop laughing. hahaha! and i was so damn urgent cos i drank too much esprit drink. and i learn a new game today, wheres my llama! HAHAHA. its soooooo funnny. i couldn't stop laughing! but its so fun! hahaha. so monday's gna be mass class ponning again. and i'm too lazy to blog now. i shall go and learn my skills to be a female master hahaha for magic tricks. good day everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116117298330560798?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116117298330560798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116117298330560798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116117298330560798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116117298330560798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-heart-and-soul-to-paper-and-pen.html' title='from heart and soul to paper and pen'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116108705579929772</id><published>2006-10-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:48:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute without the E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this week the trend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was to backstab every single one of my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave a voicemail message trying to make amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the while hoping things work out in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny ah today, almost half the class didn't go schl today. but i'm so damn glad that i went. its such a relieve zomg. but i'm still having like a mixture of feelings. but i'm just gna do the rest like when it is confirm confirm. cos i don't wanna feel overly happy Yet. anyhows i love each and everyone of you who were there for me during the results. namely &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, jia, nerissa, seetoh, fangs, mandy, serena, lauren, janice ng. thats the people who i can only remember all out to you guys, love love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met gabriel, shengyi and yong sheng after schl today. went to peninsular plaza for the first ever time in my life. and zomg there is this damn cool magic shop. i'm gna get like something from there the next time i get there and i hope its like sometime this week. and i can learn and do magic tricks! its so cool and i'm so amused at it! its so so so cool okay. shit i'm really damn amused by it! magics are cooooooool stuff. and we walked around the whole place, so i know peninsular plaza in and out by now. whhhiiieee and the only reason why i'd go there for its the fucking cool magic shop. then we went to funan to eat chicken rice at food court. yummy! and from now i'm gna go on this major vegetarian diet. hahaha and subway is gna be the only fast food i'm eating. i'm gna make sure that i lose at least 2kg by the end of this year! whhhiiieeee. swimming, running, sit ups, dieting and everything! okay goal number one. yes! i'm soooo gna achieve that. anyway rob-b-hood with jia, morgan and don't know who else tmrw at the new cathay. and friday jia and i are gna go vivo city(!!!!!!!!!!!) yay so its like shopping shopping shopping for our pretty dresses and finally i hope to get my topshop tops. then stayover! and i've got pretty dental appointment in the afternoon. well apparently i'm having swollen gums at the side and it bleeds and hurts when i brush my teeth. sooooooooo..... i'm gna visit mr dentist. and i'm on a very big budget for my phone bill now, sweet. i've not actually done that for quite a long time. it feels good actually. less scolding every 16th of the month too. thank you everyone who have been there for me once again! i thank each and everyone of you so much. hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days, baby! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116108705579929772?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116108705579929772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116108705579929772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116108705579929772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116108705579929772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-without-e.html' title='cute without the E'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116048047333867691</id><published>2006-10-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:55:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're dying to look smooth with your tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/11404/320/DSC00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/11404/200/DSC00543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what we've been doing the whole day. camwhore! hahaha zomg. &amp; multi burst is like so cool whhiiiee. it is the new shit! okay. 99 pictures uploaded, finally. okay results tmrw, omfg. i'm so gna die for maths and maybe chinese &gt;:( ! and hopefully Not english. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116048047333867691?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116048047333867691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116048047333867691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116048047333867691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116048047333867691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-dying-to-look-smooth-with-your.html' title='you&apos;re dying to look smooth with your tattoos'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116048029620000457</id><published>2006-10-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:55:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/11404/320/DSC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/11404/200/DSC00445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so damn sex (!!!!) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116048029620000457?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116048029620000457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116048029620000457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116048029620000457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116048029620000457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-so-damn-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116040182872833324</id><published>2006-10-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:50:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hearts and concrete floors</title><content type='html'>pardon me for the previous post. but its really good to have a motivational post once in a while. didn't you feel a little motivated about life? Haha i'm sure you did :D anyhows today was a fun filled today. but its really horrifying to know that results are gna be out on 11th &amp; 12th. it really scares me to realise how time flies wow! jia and i went to explore sunny singapore's famous tourist place today which is, sentosa! hahaha. actually we went to vivo city(!!!) to check it out. zomg the place is so Sex! its a place you should not miss. its so damn big, and plus they have like almost everything you want there. jia and i almost got lost there cos its really too big alr. but theres like candy empire, golden village, and lots and lots of food places! like uh bens &amp; jerrys, sushi tei(!!), carls jr uh and alot alot more. so we went around to find my shades and i go one from aldo(!?). yea really pretty. then we caught john tucker and the movies uh, quite okay. i mean its like quite sweet, quite sad, quite funny &amp; quite stupid. moreover we had some ?! schl people sitting next to us which seemed like it was their first time in a theatre. they were so fucking noisy like hoo-haing at everything, snaping pictures with their phone and asking so many questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then smart jia and i decided to cable car to wonderful sentosa. which cost xxx price, figure it. hahaha then we walked around and we really seemed like tourist cos cos cos we had no idea where was where! and everywhere you wanted to go, you have to pay 10bucks for entrance fee. only maybe for the beaches damn it. so we took trams and buses to like everywhere. and then we stop at siloso beach and thats where we started walking and thats when the sun was sorching hot. and our bens and jerrys melted so fast, cos of the stupid heat. mango and lime sorbet is really :D yum yum. so we walked till some stop where we thought we could take a tram to palawan. so we waited...... waited..... and finally we got on the tram. then we got to 711 to get food and drinks! whhhiiieeee then we walked around palawan blah blah then bused back to the place we first started. then we cable car back again! zomg it was so so fun fun fun! tho the weather was ew. but anyhows i had like the funnest time of my life with jia! &amp; there'll be more to come! woohoo. and our very cool slogan... yes! &gt;.&lt; :D hahaha. okay time to upload pictures! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to You! don't be scared okay? :) smmiiiilllleeeeeee. i know you'll do just fine &amp; you won't fail it at all. have faith in yourself please. well if I have faith in you, so should you. and just to let you know, you'll always be kept in my prayers!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suga suga how you get so fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116040182872833324?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116040182872833324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116040182872833324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116040182872833324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116040182872833324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-hearts-and-concrete-floors.html' title='broken hearts and concrete floors'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116031568733099186</id><published>2006-10-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:01:35.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a good reason to these tables</title><content type='html'>had some conversation with my parents over dinner today about life &amp; everything, its so good. like one of the best conversation we ever had over dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you come to realise that life's so short, yes that short. &amp;amp; you never know whats gna happen tomorrow, a few hours later, few minutes later, or even so a few seconds later. so we should treasure every second of our lives, and even so what we have now. shouldn't we at least be thankful for what is given to us now? eventho it might be a bad thing, but think it over. theres always a reason behind everything that happens, even for a good thing. whats life without obstacles right? whose life would be so good that everything goes all so smooth sailing. for what you know, problems actually get you to be someone stronger. if you haven't gone through any obstacles in life, you'll never know what is it like to get involve in a problem. but whatever it is, be it a bad or good thing. just be content with what You have. why make life so miserable when its already short enough. so why not just do something good for yourself right? damn it, maybe you might get into an accident or something fatal tomorrow, you'd never know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you think that you have so much time to repent for your mistakes, and do what is right. but as the years pass you by, you realise that life isn't as wonderful, and as easy as you think. infact being in this place can be such a miserable, hard, and sorrowful feeling. it may seem as if everything comes by so easy, but no. problems tend to lead to misery and hurt at times. and showing it doesn't really help. well cos maybe it reflects you as someone trying to exaggerate problems, or even so trying to gain sympathy out of people. its like all time favourite. but hey, why not try being in that person's shoe. why would you always like to jump to conclusion and not realise why is he/she feeling that way. thats the point you're speaking about. because of all those fucking jumping into conclusions, makes a small little matter become such a big one. and thats what has been happening for the year. and all those becomes hurt and hatred, and therefore makes out what has been happening from day one till now. forgiving is one thing, but forgetting is another. maybe that explains all those past cold waring situations and hatreds. but well you've put it behind you, and maybe sorry for what it has become. life really does have lots of rocks for you. well maybe its the way you solve them. perhaps you're so fucking sick and tired of everything that was going on, but its not as if it'll put a stop to all these stupid endings. &amp; don't try to avoid it, cos it's always like this bug that never leaves you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make sense?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, this post does Not refer to anyone at all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116031568733099186?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116031568733099186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116031568733099186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116031568733099186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116031568733099186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-good-reason-to-these-tables.html' title='theres a good reason to these tables'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116022124914331052</id><published>2006-10-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:40:49.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bend your arms to look like wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kim's at her aunt's house just as I am typing out this post.&lt;br /&gt;and all she does at her aunt's house is eat,&lt;br /&gt;watch movie and talking to me on the phone? haha.&lt;br /&gt;and she have yet to reply my email and testimonial!&lt;br /&gt;lazy bum! pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabrieeellll &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BURN MORE PAPER TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE HAZE, SO WE WONT HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116022124914331052?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116022124914331052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116022124914331052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116022124914331052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116022124914331052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/bend-your-arms-to-look-like-wings.html' title='bend your arms to look like wings'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><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-23899314.post-116019536370471559</id><published>2006-10-07T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:22:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe tomorrow</title><content type='html'>my fingers are getting really itchy so i really have gotta say this. Yes! (with the widest smile ever) eoys are over! :D whhhiieeeee. i've been waiting this whole year for this day to come. woohoo! &amp; to those Still having exams haha, don't worry its gna be over really soon really really soon tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116019536370471559?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116019536370471559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116019536370471559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116019536370471559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116019536370471559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-tomorrow.html' title='maybe tomorrow'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-116002680432092721</id><published>2006-10-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:40:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nails for breakfast and tacks for snacks</title><content type='html'>Emaths paper2 was fucked full stop. its like the first paper i cried over, zomg. maths paper2 was fucking fucked up. i'm gna study so hard for bio, and pgeog paper1. omg i'm still so pissed over my maths!!!!!! i still can't believe it was so hard ): watch me fail maths, im so gna die. and results next weds and thurs ugh. so i'm gna enjoy in worry for like 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................................. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;why must i have no fucking maid at this moment now. so while everyone can party &amp;amp; celebrate tomorrow, i've to fucking be home by fucking 4 fucking 30pm. cause why, cos there won't be any fucking one at home. and all those shit fuck rubbish that if some fucked up woman brings the bloody maid, no one will be home. so yet Me again, have to be home. bitchhhhh, why can't you be home instead. the maid's like your fucking duty, so not mine. fucking bitch. its so pissssingggg zomg. i swear today's like some fucked up day, damn it. so it'll be one day lesser to fucking enjoy. nooooooooooo.. i gotta spend those 5 days fucking wisely omg. i still don't understand............ why can't You be home. why why why why why. fucker.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-116002680432092721?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/116002680432092721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=116002680432092721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116002680432092721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/116002680432092721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/nails-for-breakfast-and-tacks-for_05.html' title='nails for breakfast and tacks for snacks'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115977905065247180</id><published>2006-10-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:22:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>number five with a bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally find, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'suppppp accounts is over, finally. but the paper was like fucked zomg. accounts totally suck balls, i swear if i do pass i'll be so damn happy. thats &lt;strong&gt;If&lt;/strong&gt;, but i know i wouldn't! oh wells whatever its over. home with mandy and seeetohhy! haha i hope seetoh had a nice long 1 over hour bus ride, tee hee. 5 more papers to go in 4 days. chinese will end at 10 tmrw so its gna be really fast. then soon it'll be friday! then it'll be the weekends again. and and this time the weekends are gna be so sex cos why, there are no more exams to worry about alr. i can start going out shopping(&lt;3), staying out late and everything again! its been so long since i've uh gone out eh nononono, since i've actually really gone out happily without worrying whether i've studied. ahh can't wait can't wait. sounds way to exciting :D eh maple (i hope you read this) why doesn't my link have a &lt;3. my stupid sakura bitch or whatever its called. you better call me up soon okay cos you got to tell me more about hehehe, love you bitch! okay im gna finish up learning chi then tonight i can rest, listen to my bedtime story which &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; forgot last night, and favourite song :) tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115977905065247180?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115977905065247180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115977905065247180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115977905065247180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115977905065247180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/10/number-five-with-bullet.html' title='number five with a bullet'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115953234997907668</id><published>2006-09-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:11:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guns and hearts♥</title><content type='html'>3 and a half papers down!! haha yay 6 and a half more to go, the half is geog paper1 and 2. and paper2's down so its left with paper1. geog paper was uh. haha fucking stupid, i didn't read the question where they ask you to only do 4 questions but but but smart me went to do all! and let me see lit and ss was fucking rushy okay! my ss was like 20mins for section b. thank God i'm smart enough to stop my part d of section a and do section b, or not i'll get zero for that section which is worse! but whatever it is, its over! so now is accounts, bio and a bit of chem that i worry. but exams are gna be over soon. just the whole of next week, 5 days! yay. its like double, triple happiness, whhhiiieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cos I'm the one that loves you lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You and me, we got this great thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, come back and you sit down relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Everything's to see that you've come a long, long way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And it's the place that you should be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115953234997907668?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115953234997907668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115953234997907668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115953234997907668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115953234997907668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/guns-and-hearts.html' title='guns and hearts&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115910619435918857</id><published>2006-09-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:21:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly, early summer</title><content type='html'>firstly, friday was fangsypoo's birthday soooo.. HAPPY SWEET 16TH FANGSYPOOIEPOK. i love sitting with you during assembly cos we can play clap-hands! tee hee. and my lab partner where remember we got punish by rajah for laughing too much! haha. i love you fangsypoo! hugs hugs hugs. secondly, i'm so proud of Myself because i finally cleaned my room. so no more worksheets under the table and guess what, i can finally study on my study table! omg i'm so damn happy. cos i don't have to study infront of the computer anymore. no more!! but now there seem to have more books again, i wonder why. but nevermind it looks really pretty now with the board of pictures! secondly, its 3 more days to the official first paper, and then one week of exams then its over! so i'm gna study hard yay. and then 13 october! double yay (: and i feel so sick and eww now, ew. its always when exams are coming. last year was like fever, ew. i think i have some pre-exams-symptoms, you think so? and this time its not my eyes or stomachache anymore. its my throat and nose. my nose can't stop runnning! ugh. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but on a happy note, someone made me super happy yesterday awwww. &lt;em&gt;I love you, dearest (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because every breath that you will take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While you are sitting next to mew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll bring life into my deepest hopes, what's your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115910619435918857?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115910619435918857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115910619435918857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115910619435918857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115910619435918857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/butterfly-early-summer.html' title='butterfly, early summer'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115867385311129254</id><published>2006-09-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:53:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miligram smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELLLOOOOO KIMBERLEEEYYYY, KIMMYWIMMY, SPONGEBOB! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent you jealous that I have been eating chicken wings for three days straight? While you have been craving for them? haha. Last two days, it was mcwings. And today it's HONEY GLAZED chicken wings! Aww! Dont you feel like eating one now? You scared me this morning, okay! First time, I have seen you so serious! Damn freaky! AHH. I will call you again when bumble bee is in the toilet! She's rather annoying! RAWH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE SPONGEBOB, much loves! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115867385311129254?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115867385311129254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115867385311129254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115867385311129254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115867385311129254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/miligram-smile.html' title='miligram smile'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><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-23899314.post-115841132213398941</id><published>2006-09-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:55:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far From The Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world sleeps in darkness now&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts have turned so cold&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to us to defend our innocence&lt;br /&gt;What's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of all that we know&lt;br /&gt;Will we be left with nothing to live for&lt;br /&gt;When darkness closes in where do we find our strength&lt;br /&gt;Will we survive this&lt;br /&gt;What's left of our innocence&lt;br /&gt;When will our eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115841132213398941?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115841132213398941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115841132213398941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115841132213398941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115841132213398941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/far-from-lies.html' title='Far From The Lies'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><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-23899314.post-115772072393027709</id><published>2006-09-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:05:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel Invades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HELLO KIMBERLEY.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I spelt your name correctly. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe you still have a blue black after you apply ice and pressure on it.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;I know you are jealous that I had creamy spag for dinner while you got rice and a drumstick!&lt;br /&gt;HEH! :P&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that your laughter is getting more and more contagious!&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday my laughter was more contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Please record your laughter the next time you laugh again!&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, you owe me spongebob stickers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115772072393027709?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115772072393027709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115772072393027709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115772072393027709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115772072393027709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/gabriel-invades.html' title='Gabriel Invades'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><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-23899314.post-115754553703377443</id><published>2006-09-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:14:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lace my Chucks, i walk the aisle</title><content type='html'>i feel so damn fucking shag. like last night was the most fucked up night ever in my whole entire 15years. i don't really want to remember nor keep it in me at all. its just something that its not worth knowing or remembering maybe except the part where ___. but anyways those m, were really mothafuckers i swear. it pissed me off so bad. i regret yesterday so damn much. gawd, fuck yesterday. my block's like fucking drama, first night was like 2 drama shit, then the second was like 1305. c is like some shit cursed letter or something. just that my phone was a damn big hit to me. can't get over it. mothafucker, you're gonna get into shits one day i swear. if i didnt get __, i would prolly called the police over. don't you fucking think that you're gna get away i fucking swear to you that your dick will rot and you'll not be able to have Sex next time and your wife will fucking cheat on you and you're gonna be a beggar begging on the street. seriously, Fuck you. if it wasn't for the v, i'd make sure you get to the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows thank you sijia(&lt;3) for everything. from the fun we had to you thank care of me. i'm really sorry for the screwed up night. you're a wonderfulwonderful friend, that is really worth keeping. thank you so much. thank you jasmine for taking care of me and walking with me and everything. thank you so damn much for going the extra mile! THANK YOU! thank you mandy, eunice, fangs, janice (sorry i can't really remember who else) for taking care of me and everything. i'm sorry for being so vulgar the whole night, was just really pissed. i wished it all didn't happen. SEETOH, I'VE HEARD WHAT YOU DID FOR ME. THANK YOU MUCH. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE TO THANK YOU BUT REALLY THANK YOU SEETOH FOR DOING THE SEARCH FOR ME. I'M REALLY SORRY FOR LIKE ENDING UP LIKE THIS, BUT THANK YOU SO DAMN MUCH SEETOH. thanks janice for the countless water and lemon/lime drink you got for me and i know i kept hugging you! haha but thanks so much janice ng:) oh &amp; thank you new neighbours/friends whatever (tho i know you guys will never come across this but whatever) for telling me everything that happened, for letting me just hog the room and all, for lending me your phones to call my phone, the herbal tea, ice, tissue paper, kinda cheering me up, OH AND THE SHIRT THANK YOU SO MUCH, uh sorry X for uh kicking you?! i don't know!!!! i've no idea. thank you for talking to me and everything and the super icy cold water which really stinked! you guys were great neighbours, from helping to return the bikes, being so friendly, i don't know so many thigns luh (THANKS!!).  oh to johnchua and tim han (okay they'll never read this but whatever), thank you for talking to me over the phone and just like consoling me and helping me. thank you so damn damn damn much! &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE.&lt;/strong&gt; i know a thank you doesn't really mean alot, but yeah i'm really sorrry for the cause of everything, and thank you for just taking care of me and all. AND thanks for lettting me just hug you guys and all. tho i know that its so hard taking care of me cuz i was so pissed that my phone got stolen (LIKE 2 JUST IN 2 MONTHS. FUCKING CURSED I SWEAR) thats why i just vented my anger like so bad. you know i can't really remember anything so yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be leaving this blog stagnant for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;guess i'll be back when things get better and just can't get over the fact that xxx and xxx, drama shit. omg!!!!!!!!!!!!! biaattccchhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erase this fucken memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115754553703377443?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115754553703377443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115754553703377443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115754553703377443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115754553703377443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-lace-my-chucks-i-walk-aisle.html' title='i lace my Chucks, i walk the aisle'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115693931476063999</id><published>2006-08-30T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:06:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so cute when you're slurring your speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks&lt;br /&gt;Before i know what it will say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day everyone (or maybe just nerissa and me?) waiting for.. the last day of term3 :D :D i've been waiting for this day since like the term started. this term's been really busy, but i thought it actually seemed really long i don't know. the eoys timetable was given out today, and this year's exams start really early. as early as 22nd sept, so am i suppose to rejoice or feel scared? both i guess. i've too little time to revise a whole year's work, but it ends like on the first week of oct. after next wednesday, its down to mugging mugging and more mugging. no more playing, going out or what so ever. cuz i'm gna do really well for eoys and then i can really enjoy the 2 months hols, going london to find hweeli with just bestest(hopefully :D), parties and plan for my sweet 16th. okay its gna be hard work for just the next few weeks then. few more weeks of hard work and 2 months of play, its worth it books i really wanna make you my bestfriends, and brains please don't die on me. and nlb, you're gonna be my new favourite hang out :) and my mum is in paris nowwwwwwwwwwwww, i miss you mummmyyy&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/23899314-115693931476063999?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115693931476063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115693931476063999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115693931476063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115693931476063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-so-cute-when-youre-slurring-your.html' title='you&apos;re so cute when you&apos;re slurring your speech'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115668598120957918</id><published>2006-08-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:01:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but true love burns for a thousand years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/1600/ed93daca.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7548/2474/320/ed93daca.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love this camera screen so much. guess whos the owner of it now? Me :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks dad, one love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing hannah koh en mei so bad though she just left today, november babe november&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115668598120957918?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115668598120957918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115668598120957918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115668598120957918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115668598120957918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-true-love-burns-for-thousand-years_27.html' title='but true love burns for a thousand years'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115666195118573523</id><published>2006-08-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:59:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got lucky, beautiful shot</title><content type='html'>everyone's starting to leave, its so sad. send hannie off this morning, i saw her hugged her and i cried. ugh hannie, i miss you so much ): and hweeli's leaving on friday, janice chan's leaving after exams. my god, what is the world coming to. everyone's leaving. i can picture myself leaving too. oh my gawd. such a emo day, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115666195118573523?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115666195118573523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115666195118573523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115666195118573523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115666195118573523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-lucky-beautiful-shot.html' title='got lucky, beautiful shot'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115658709774290878</id><published>2006-08-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:14:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palm trees and power lines</title><content type='html'>Hotel stayover was uhm. Let me see, was quite good i guess. love wrecked with jia @ps. The show's so damn sweeet haha. and we had noisy people sitting behind us. But i loved my cheese sausages :D went to check in the hotel then went out to meet hweeli and bernice again. Walked around, got my heels. They left, then i went to meet b, went back to put stuffs into the room then walked to zara to get a few tops. We shopped in like 5 mins cuz the shop was closing but the really nice security guard gave us 5 mins. so like wow, we shopped in about 5-10 mins. Got back, h came to meet us in the room. Then we cabbed to boat quay for seesha(however you spell it) which i think was okay though your throat hurts a bit. then cabbed again to mohammad sultan. then went to cheekys haha omg, chng remember you told me about cheekys haha. drama stuffs happened, then cabbed back to the hotel around 3am plus. i plonked onto the bed, i was so damn fucking tired i swear. And now, my elbow, eyes, knees and toe hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the laundry woman's door bell. oh and i'm Sorry b, a, h and h last night for you know. macs with b then to h's house for tanning, and no sun again. Okay i'm not going to blog anything about it anymore. I'm so sleepy so i shall go sleep now cuz i've to wake up early to meet b and h to send hannie off. hannie, i'm gonna miss you so damn much): i remember crying on you last night okay! hopefully ner and i can go on thurs, and stupid fat jiaaa don't be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen it done before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm walking on, i'll walk it of, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh i'm moving on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115658709774290878?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115658709774290878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115658709774290878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115658709774290878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115658709774290878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/palm-trees-and-power-lines.html' title='palm trees and power lines'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115643146155188582</id><published>2006-08-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:57:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fly fast. oh, pilot can you help me?</title><content type='html'>Just send my mum to the airport with my dad, bestest and kheng. Bestest was being so retarded, even my mum was laughing! But haha i love bestest and we love that dhl balloon that we were screaming in the car. (thanks kheng for london brigeS) haha. Anyway when i was saying bye and have a safe trip to my mum, i swear tears almost filled my eyes! Just that i couldn't bring myself to cry. its only like an hour ago, and i miss my mum so damn much now :( even though she scolds me and gets pretty annoying at times, but i love my mum so damn much. Its gonna be about 2 weeks till i see her again, like only after the chalet days. :( :( :( boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just, take your love and hit the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause nothing you can do or say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you can drag out the heartache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you can make it quick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can get it over with and let me move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't concern yourself with this mess you left for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can clean it up you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as long as your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115643146155188582?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115643146155188582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115643146155188582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115643146155188582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115643146155188582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-fly-fast-oh-pilot-can-you-help-me.html' title='don&apos;t fly fast. oh, pilot can you help me?'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115607168257670607</id><published>2006-08-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:11:08.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three cheers for sweet revenge</title><content type='html'>I can't even simply sit down for just 2hours to read finish kiss the dust and i've got to sit for lit test tmrw and i don't know my 10 chapters well enough for a fact. Took a straight bus down to downtown to meet jia, shaz and mandy yesterday. The ride was 1hour long, and i swear my ass was numb when i stood up. Now now friday was a i-kinda-forgot-what-happen-on-friday, like i was saying my brain chooses what to forget and what to remember, and i choose to forget i guess. But 'twas a good and not so good day, lit was pure boring, and i kind of manage to summarise, observe and realise something. (I just realise that i blogged a draft on friday) Last term test ends on tues which was supposedly to end on friday, now another 2 more days to go but 2 more weeks to the sept hols. I've finally sat down and watch part of season1 laguna beach. and stephen coletti(&lt;3) is like whoo, dahh Sex with a captial S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go read kiss the dust now, which mfucking suck balls and so gawd damn bloody boring. and since chp1 till now i've no shit idea what is going on, kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;move bitch get out of the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115607168257670607?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115607168257670607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115607168257670607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115607168257670607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115607168257670607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-cheers-for-sweet-revenge.html' title='three cheers for sweet revenge'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115556474686205434</id><published>2006-08-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:02:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond the valley of the murderdolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/kimberleykan/collage5.jpg" width="250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speakerboxx; the love below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:14:56hrs&lt;br /&gt;been on the phone with jia and mandy. studying bio and planning the chalet stuffs. schedule's really tight till after the sept hols. then down to mugging for eoys, like ohmahgahhh how am i going to squeeze so many chapters in that few weaks. the hols plans would be a motivation for me to mug hard and do well. thy've got bad time management, like really bad. someone give me a workshop on that yo. camwhoring in class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115556474686205434?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115556474686205434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115556474686205434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115556474686205434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115556474686205434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/beyond-valley-of-murderdolls.html' title='beyond the valley of the murderdolls'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115538307566749975</id><published>2006-08-12T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:43:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutual love</title><content type='html'>fraplovedotblogspotdotcom says:&lt;br /&gt;yaye. you know i love you &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dittooo i love you too :) i miss shopping and gobbling down sushi and california rolls with you at sakae sushi&amp;hearts; we will do that soon okay? ive sakae sushi voucher babyyyyy ;) haha and im not sharing with you. all mine all mine yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late to fight, it ends tonight.. omg i love the all-american rejects! anyhow, we have to catch up soon its been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;with all my love,&lt;br /&gt;cherleneeee&amp;hearts;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115538307566749975?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115538307566749975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115538307566749975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115538307566749975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115538307566749975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/mutual-love.html' title='mutual love'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</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-23899314.post-115528532969137072</id><published>2006-08-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:37:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skipping beats, flashing jeeps</title><content type='html'>in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jia's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now and we've done a new video again, but we're gonna do more. go check it out if you know my youtube user :p haha and we're gonna do more yaye. webcam with tohyy just now haha super funny. okay i'll update tonight when i get home and if i don't feel sleepy. have a great friday, everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh why'd you have to be so cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's impossible to ignore you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must you make me laugh so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bad enough we get along so well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say goodnight and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of these days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll miss your train, and come stay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always say goodnight and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll have drinks and talk about things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And any excuse to stay awake with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd sleep here, i'd sleep there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then the heating may be down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At my convenience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd be good, we'd be great together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it always, always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodnight and go&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899314-115528532969137072?l=fraplove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/feeds/115528532969137072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899314&amp;postID=115528532969137072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115528532969137072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899314/posts/default/115528532969137072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraplove.blogspot.com/2006/08/skipping-beats-flashing-jeeps.html' title='skipping beats, flashing jeeps'/><author><name>kimberley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726941416479624610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
