<?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-18696403</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:25.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Supermodel.</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;hearts; I want t fly looking in your eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>682</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6269871414536861839</id><published>2009-01-18T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:54:40.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LJ LJ LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font size=huge&gt;danceinsideyou.livejournal.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fickllllleeeeeeee......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6269871414536861839?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6269871414536861839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6269871414536861839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6269871414536861839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6269871414536861839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/lj-lj-lj-danceinsideyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2614502535081425556</id><published>2009-01-17T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:50:52.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin&lt;br /&gt;Touch sight taste like fire&lt;br /&gt;Hands do now what eyes no longer defend&lt;br /&gt;Hands to fuel desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one thing i really taken for granted is how i get t see the team everyday. I miss them like crazy and now thinking back i always anticipate for th bell to ring for breaks or schl to be over so i can dasssshhhh like super sonic to pinch their butts or fling myself onto them. And thankfully none of them got quite annoyed with me. Yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not turn up for Street today so i really look forward to next week! I called them and i was annoying Brenda so much so she keep whining, "ELLLLAAAIIINNNNEEE....". She had to fill in my paticulars for our coming Futsal competition and i refused t answer her properly. I think they believed that my mom is really named Magarita. Wth, Jasmine's flirting skills is reallllyyy improving. If she comes over t the salad bar i think i can't resist touching her! (see, i'm making her scared so i can keep paychecckk all to myself). TEEHEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! So anyway, one of the reasons i wanted t turn up for Street today was cos i wanted t tease Tzer. She has 9 cats and if she ever turns lesbian i would have someone in mind. This lady from a pet store near Grand Salads is a regular there and she has 14 cats! ZOMGGGG, I think Tzer no need to grow old and alone. Gosh, i can totally picture Tzer steaming "WHATLAHHH" face now. See, i'm brave to say this virtually yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is fun, i did night shift this whole week. I mean i still have to insist is fun cos it's 2 weeks of it and i want my steady paycheck. At least it's a goal for me. I tell you mannnnn, it's more fufilling working though it's mentally draining cos is brainless work. But the goals are within reach. Si bought me and Lene Crabtree and Evelynn :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Leen is on this crazy diet and during lunch Si and I will wave all the junk food in front of her. Working with Leen is dammmmmmm hilarious, so she bought this Health Magazine where they teach you to train different parts of your body and some looked so mismatched and odd like sex postions. Kayyy, so anyway we saw this lungelike sort of move so we were trying it and my workplace is like some sort of open concept so we saw the guy working at Pizzahut opposite laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, FREAAAAAAKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;I had my bad share of horrible customers. They can make you feel so responsible as if you're writing out their wills. Right, so this man was acting all VanGogh like every detail of a SALAD counts and he was telling me to keep chopping up. WHO EATS THEIR LEAVES IN GRAINS. TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME. LOLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At th last part, He went "Do you want me to chop it up cos i can do it..."&lt;br /&gt;I literally felt like eating up his salad and chewing it to mush and spitting it out for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a fair bit of clothes of the coming Chinese New Year, I'm looking forward to it usually cos i get to see my cousins on my Mum's side cos we're pretty tight, we used t dash to th playground and cycle all the time. And all of us had superpowers and we were secret Power Rangers. Cool yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was feeling retarded i msged Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;"Helllooooo, I'm behind youuuuu"&lt;br /&gt;She replied "hahhah There is a wall behind me, How can it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CANNNNNN. WALL-E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyg, we cant get any colder.&lt;br /&gt;And i miss Crystal Chiew. Waffletown next week sweetie! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really bad cos i don't stick to resolutions so this year i never bother coming up with one until it strike me that this year i decide to try to trust God more and not just go with my instincts (which is really like, bad) But God is simply marvellous, during boring times at work or when im at despair (no luh, just sad) I just know i'll never be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2614502535081425556?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2614502535081425556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2614502535081425556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2614502535081425556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2614502535081425556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-sinks-in-my-mind-as-she-sheds.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6016057378494557164</id><published>2009-01-13T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:16:36.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slow down, the world isn't watching us break down&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say we are alone now, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're alone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobucket is giving all sorts of error! Anyway i haven't been using my camera. I should have used it shouldn't i? I did Night Shift today. I think i'll miss Si when she quits end of this month. Leen, Si and I formed a good friendship and being with them feels as if i known them my entire life. Working gives you exposure to really meet people from all walks of life. Si mixed sake and grapejuice for us. It was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummed and sung christian hymns under my breath while working and it really gives you a happy emotion when you work. God is really marvelous and wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelynn and Rach came by at night. Was initially suppose t hang out with them today. They were such sweethearts coming by to eat the wraps there. I MAKE GOOD WRAPS RIGHT?? After work we headed to Gelare's. i love Tuesdays! Weekly event, i was telling Joelynn we haven't seen each other in like a year but when i see her it feels just like yesterday. Blood is thicker than water i swear! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off t slp! Gotta rest my weary cracked fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6016057378494557164?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6016057378494557164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6016057378494557164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6016057378494557164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6016057378494557164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down-world-isnt-watching-us-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1809806683580864723</id><published>2009-01-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:32:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So you see, this world doesn't matter to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up all I have just to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The same air as you till the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm secretly in love with Linhui. HAHAHAHAHA. Freak out much?&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with her today for our BTT. We sat on th MRT steps and had breakfast together and we talked a lot! We should have studied shouldn't we?? Then maybe we could have passed. I finished the test earlier. There was the huge FAIL sign there i was wth, but anyway JC got me used t it so all i did was numbly went down t rebook. I called JW he totally laughed. I thought he would have understood my plight since he went through th SAME EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was rebooking and Lin called me. She went like "WAIT, DONT BOOK YET". I was OMG, YOU FAILED TOOO??? Then we erupt into giggles. Called up Alicia and it made my day better. Rushed down to work and it took my mind of hurtful things that my mom said to me. Thanks Jas and Turtle for happening t call! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was good. I enjoy th company there which is pretty much why i don't whine so much about working. But it's still a job after all. Worked till 7 and went down t my aunt's coffeeshop for dinner with my dad's side family. The meal was fun. They were talking about weddings in th past. My uncle said he had his at th kampung and it's been raining so on th actual day they had t push cars through th flood and when the guests sat on those hideous plastic red chairs it sank into th mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OKAY WATCH THIS I TOTALLY LOVE THIS MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoBTuIsB3ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoBTuIsB3ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/18696403-1809806683580864723?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1809806683580864723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1809806683580864723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1809806683580864723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1809806683580864723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-you-see-this-world-doesnt-matter-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2096221440090346815</id><published>2009-01-11T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:32:28.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To show you what you're missing, turn around&lt;br /&gt;And feel the winds of change&lt;br /&gt;upon your face again&lt;br /&gt;The warm breath of your closest friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we fading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/AugustRush4.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched August Rush, it was gooooooddddd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00028.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is called Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;He is so talented, he shakes hands with you and knows how t enjoy life by settling for th best spot on th bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! He is one pampered prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I noticed my blog activity dwindled down much now that i'm not schooling although th days are more interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2096221440090346815?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2096221440090346815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2096221440090346815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2096221440090346815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2096221440090346815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-show-you-what-youre-missing-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5903652867007771034</id><published>2009-01-09T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:12:29.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/n811514427_1869828_3053.jpg" border="0" height=300 width=400 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thing about you is you know just how to get me &lt;br /&gt;You talk about us like there's no end in sight &lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that I really want to let you &lt;br /&gt;Open that door and walk into my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5903652867007771034?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5903652867007771034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5903652867007771034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5903652867007771034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5903652867007771034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/thing-about-you-is-you-know-just-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7015601110751326063</id><published>2009-01-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:14:54.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You call me a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm a danger&lt;br /&gt;But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke and abandoned&lt;br /&gt;You are an angel&lt;br /&gt;Making all my dreams come true tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction&lt;br /&gt;So there is a connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;I can't make a sound to somehow capture your attention&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is tiring! Not that i'm complaining cos i'm enjoying it but a lot of free time is taken away. Was talking t Yiting on th phone today, she bought a new bike. When will i ever get to rollarblade with Jiawei and Vanyo? But quite cool lahhhhhh, i spent a virtual moments with the team and i feel joyful cos they never fail to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to catch up a bit with Cass &amp; Daria which made me happy cos i hope i won't drift apart from them now that we aren't classmates and we're busy with our own lives. CDE is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent ytd night with Theresa (LOVE). I had a good time catching up with her although we order some really gross tasting tuna thingy from Din Tai Fung, it's puke material quite literally. She was nice enough to take that gross looking piece of meeting while i took th outer layer of th skin! T! I ended up eating most of th strudel! Laughs, i have a very bad sweet tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was good. I had a wrap instead of salad and it was satisfying. After that i had Oreos for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero World Tour and Michael Copon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7015601110751326063?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7015601110751326063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7015601110751326063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7015601110751326063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7015601110751326063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-call-me-stranger-you-say-im-danger.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-853633240487497775</id><published>2009-01-05T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:27:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wanna rock-n-roll&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting to believe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly away&lt;br /&gt;But i'm stuck on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, help me decide&lt;br /&gt;Help me to make up&lt;br /&gt;Make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wouldn't that save you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work was tiring yet enjoyable. Made nice friends but rush hour was hectic, other than that it's a good experience. i j&lt;br /&gt;just hope i don't get sick of it too soon, i need money (materialistic as it sounds). I saw Lois! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Vanessa after work! I was hungry yet in th shopping mood. I bought a vest from Topshop and hopefully i can get the Zara top and maybe a good sale item from River Island for the new year. (Dang, i'm talking as if there ain't so recession) Rachel is right, need a rich man yo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the adult fare is burning a massive hole in my pocket. I think i should just invest in a bicycle and cycle all around Singapore. Can train my 6 mths worth of flabby thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a good dinner together at Din Tai Fung and caught up a lot a lot a lot. I love BFF cos today made me realise once again that she will always be by my side and ready t take my fall. She had this dream that i went t tell A and B t lie t her that i died, and she totally cried and when she went t my house she saw me dancing. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-853633240487497775?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/853633240487497775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=853633240487497775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/853633240487497775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/853633240487497775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-rock-n-roll-i-wanna-give-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7858943121508206764</id><published>2009-01-03T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:20:03.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all you mind.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matthew 22:3&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 finally came and went quietly, I didn't particularly feel th transition of any sort, perhaps for once there isn't any school for me. But mostly i didn't enjoy 2008 as much as th rest of my years cos there was always the A's at th back of my mind. School was still awesome and for the days that i actually went was good cos there was Love, Cass &amp; Daria and Soccerettes. Bless them, they never fail to make me laugh and made me feel good about myself in times of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course outside of school there will always be lifelong friends like Vanessa, Crystal, Des(!), Ber, etc. on The Ten, Bryan, Fat, JW, Nicole, Annabel, Christine, Rachel &amp; Alexis. This entry shouldn't exactly be about me since it's people like you that makes me feel complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for my family and God as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was uploading photos t Photobucket a few days back and it just crashed on me which like totally pissed me off so i did not blog. Europe was definitely one of the good memories i'll remember for life. I had a really good time with my family. The weather there was freezing cold and i think we took a million boat rides and i got rather sick of it. I finally went t Paris. I think that was my favourite country, I definitely wish t go back there is i have money for honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;Food there was pretty mundane after awhile, i missed th local food and i watched Friends in 4 different languages! I really missed using my phone! And i had t pay for internet. ASDFGHJK. Kebab there is the bomb, don't ask me why. It's just that weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended th year on a good note where i went for Church retreat after the Europe trip. It was good, pursued Revelations which was pretty difficult for me. I finally saw th Soccerettes and Love today! (: I was so busy seeing them just blew all my worries away. And i finally got a full-time job. My mom is glad i found a stable one so half of it will go into college fund which is good cos at least im doing smth decent during my holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7858943121508206764?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7858943121508206764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7858943121508206764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7858943121508206764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7858943121508206764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-shall-love-lord-your-god-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5592550094225150007</id><published>2008-12-11T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:32:01.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell you what i think of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Since I found in Him a friend so strong and true;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you He changed my life completely-&lt;br /&gt;He did something no other friend can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to say but i don't know where t start. Going t M'sia for church conference at this time was a good way t end a year. It made me see how important it is t reset my priorities for th coming 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When KY told me i was 'spiritually dead' that i do not feel guilt towards skipping Sat Youths, it kinda really woke me up. And the whole conference made me become more aware not only i have a responsibility to myself but also th testimony i carry. We did th book on Colossians and about th Christ In You. And i learnt that Christ may dwell in you but you must constantly seek it. We say we have th faith, but did we activate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to seek it, we must constantly experience Him, and without th knowledge from th bible and prayer. By experiencing Him more than we can enjoy his riches fully. Li Lian says she wants t be a Man Of Prayer. I think it makes a lot of sense. Ky started to ask us what is prayer. It's a two way communication and when He answers our prayers, do we listen to HIm? or we choose the way that is easiest. I think th bad thing about me is i seek world possesions, i forget the earth is just a temporary place and out actions here will be judged when He comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.&lt;br /&gt;-Philipians 4:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meetings were good but is usually night fellowship with th saints that i could fully comprehend and apply. And partially i kept sleeping during meetings. I enjoy th company and crazy captain ball/ tennis / soccer / food / in-room service. It was fun thought the room Rachel and I shared was disgusting, the lights could not turn off, the air was mosit which in turn made our sheets moist and we found bugs in it th first night i totally screamed and leaped off th bed and we shared a bed on th first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Rach&amp;Alexis place after th conference and i miss spending time with them and their family where it used t be a weekly affair. I played this dacing game with Little Ben on Wii and i was horrible. In th end i just did my own crazy dance and Rachel was behind giving th exasperated face. We spend th night in th music room talking and i loved every monute of it. Until one third of us is always the first t drop dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5592550094225150007?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5592550094225150007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5592550094225150007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5592550094225150007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5592550094225150007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-would-love-to-tell-you-what-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-929593319766905812</id><published>2008-12-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:21:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hearts break so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Believe me. Oh, I’ve tried.&lt;br /&gt;But my arms can hold you.&lt;br /&gt;My kiss console you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ll come and love you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts sometimes but this feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-929593319766905812?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/929593319766905812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=929593319766905812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/929593319766905812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/929593319766905812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/hearts-break-so-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-943617663928958341</id><published>2008-12-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:11:54.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take back what's real to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw i will be leaving for church conference followed by The Europe Trip (have been looking forward to it since months back!). However an added twist to it. I realised it would be hard, but it's not anymore. Sometimes the you know the th perfect cookie cut answer is clearly and distinct in front of u, yet you hold onto th strings of hope and live in denial. Told Wj last night that i hate that i must crash and burn real bad before i learn my lesson. And i never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew just th right things i should do last night, but i'm not so strong suddenly. Watching my beautiful queen sleeping and it made me recalled something my mom told me. She said i am a person that is able t accept a person's shortcomings and overlook their flaws, or rather choose to. But in th long run, what will i stand to gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that it's no ones fault, only time moves faster than we hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed curled in a fetal state of mind and body till th late afternoon till i had t meet Annabel due to my sore back and aching muscles from the match. But mostly to lazy t get out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;Town and i was delighted t finally seeing Annabel. We had Food Republic and we just sat and chatted. I think we usually shopped but we walked a bit and we just bought tickets to Quarantine (SHOW SUCKS!) and ended up sitting at Gloria Jean's having a drink and catching up. And the show was horrible! We took th couple seats so basically we were surrounded by loving people. Don't get me wrong, i love Annabel, just a supple amount of love. And A was tanked cos this guy in front of her sat really high so she was visually blocked all because of his girlfriend that did funny things t his chest and everything else due south.&lt;br /&gt;AFter the movie we just wandered around and we found a book in Borders on how to cook children. Supppppeerrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl's Jr at town :D &lt;br /&gt;It was a late dinner due t the jam but hats off t JW, I think he is a super driver. Had dinner there and we ended up wanting t go Zouk with Fat aft dinner but because it was a last min decision, it was really late so it was too packed we head down t The Arena. I think th best part is seeing JW and WJ, like at 10 we were friends and never thinking that we'll stay friends till today and actually growing up and having different lifestyles as compared t 8 years ago. It was a good night out and i can find absolute comfort in them. Fat went shotgun high on us it was damm retarded. Anyway, we went round and round before we got t The Arena. ROAD TRIP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and I'll be meeting Love later gfor a short lunch before i go on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-943617663928958341?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/943617663928958341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=943617663928958341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/943617663928958341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/943617663928958341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-back-whats-real-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7922552496081165452</id><published>2008-12-03T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:55:29.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Is the face in the mirror looking back at you&lt;br /&gt;You walk around here thinking you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;But that's not true, cause I know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Faith makes all things possible; Love makes all things easy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense. Today was a good day spent with Soccerettes.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly against th juniors. I felt happy cos it feels like old times where we'll take 89259475 years to pack up and go for dinner. Or talking rubbish and being crazy on the field. They are my sweetest drug and i love every moment spent with them. It's fun crazy and always brought with a promise of barrels of laughter and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is fast depleting so i'm glad i secured a job before going away to Europe. And signed up for driving. Something constructive. I hope by making plans for th next 8 mths of my life to  keep myself busy from thinking about bad A Level results. Now with so much time on our hands, the 'if i studied harder' is a skeleton in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nice t offer my seat to an old lady on th train, she scolded me for implying she is old. (WOMEN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this nagging feeling in me which is always the case that i'm bad at dealing with it. What is the difference between love and in love? Many ways to depict it, only i can't put my finger on th pretty picture drawn to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Annabel tmrw! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tied together with a smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7922552496081165452?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7922552496081165452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7922552496081165452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7922552496081165452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7922552496081165452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/seems-only-one-who-doesnt-see-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2016721284345386405</id><published>2008-11-30T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:26:38.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say I only hear what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;You say I talk so all the time so.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought what I felt was simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw will be Monday and i've abandoned my sweetheart for nearly a week! Hello, my ranting cyborg, i'm back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, YT made me realised ytd that officially 9 days has passed since th end of A's (well, it'll be 10 today). Now thinking back, i can't imagine it passing so fast. Tmrw will be the first of Dec, i'll be out hunting for Xmas trees with Love, (Ahhhh, it's my fave holiday of the year!) And by Sunday, i shall be on hiatus till after Xmas! I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; miss plenty of people! Without a doubt of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said finding a job was easy? Linhui &amp; I went through and elaborate task on Thursday looking for jobs. We signed up at the pet store and it was hilarious. The lady there was super niceee and we started chatting with her like old friends. Anyway, she asked us whether we minded if we had t cleaned up mess. Linhui gushed and said "NOOOO, I LOVEEEE DOGSSSS" And when we were leaving, there was this dog there and she went "HIIII DOGGGIIIIEEE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd that dog was in a foul disposition, he totally growled and barked at Lin i was thankful it was locked up in th pen or i'll have a headless friend. I think the dog was a female since it was really acting like a ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied t a couple of others and we signed up for driving, both of us went private and we got lost. Thanks Christina! And yes that lady behind the counter was a walking barbie doll (: It was a funnnn day out with Lin cos my early afternoon was sooo horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this cavity so i made an appointment with the dentist. The clinic did not open for 40 minutes and i was sitting outside on the concrete stairs. It's fustrating really. Even th store owner next door was saying their timing was horrible as well. I should have taken eggs and threw at th metal grates but i don't have th guts too. Went down to th nearest one and i had t wait for an hour cos there wasnt an appointment and it was a painful experience. Anyway the dentist was this grandmotherly figure. (TOTALLLY GIRL POWER) She was so nice and even had th powdery smell. But still it didn't totally alleviate the pain and many foreign objects was stuffed in my mouth. I hate th dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning i also went for training with half the girls on th team. We ran and i have no stamina but lying and kicking with th girls definitely felt like old times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Street Soccer with the girls on Saturday and JW dog gave me a livid scratch mark but i still love Happy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Her dress for Prom was really pretty and Chai is such a stooge! Darling! Let JW spend. And Chai refuse t hug me cos i had Happy's fur all over me. We had a good lunch and all of us went back sluggish and tired. Went t the airport at night t send off my dad. Will definitely miss him while he is away. He is a funny guy :D&lt;br /&gt;We had popeye's. Anyway, my dad drove there and kept the carkeys and went into customs and we realised it only when we were going back t the car. Thank goodness his flight have yet t depart. My mom is a scatterbrain and we couldn't find our car as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my mom on Wednesday and had an awesome day out with her just catching up and shopping. I had 2 weddings this week and i went t NP to find Vanyo and JW on Tuesday. Sorry Vanyo! Anyway love you xoxo and she had a FABU time on Tuesday HAHAHAHA. JW and I went t Sakae for dinner that tuesday and had a ball laughing over 8 years worth of eventful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good lunch with Rachel today (It was just kaya toast and teh-c) But it's the company that counts, no? We wandered around after church and i think we totally take it for granted that we're cousins so we procrastinate in meeting up. Miss you too lexy! I'll sleepover with you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Annabel next week! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2016721284345386405?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2016721284345386405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2016721284345386405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2016721284345386405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2016721284345386405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-say-i-only-hear-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2508256301392859442</id><published>2008-11-24T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:23:15.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1149.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Call it art. The magic I can make is small magic now, deferred magic. Every day I work, but nothing ever materializes."&lt;br /&gt;-The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for blessing Theresa in my life. She has played an important impact in my life for the past 2 years with many eventful memories. We fought hard for our friendship and I'm glad it left a deep imprint in my heart. Thanks love, for be transparent with me and being my listening ear and guiding me through.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait t go Christmas Tree hunting with her on 1st Dec while everyone else is suffocating in skin tight prom dresses and eating in meagre amounts. We met in th late afternoon and went t Raffles Place. Shared frozen yoghurt!&lt;br /&gt;We talked alot! Plenty to catch up and and i scared her when i suddenly shriek and lunge forward. She totally scream and ran away. It was so fun!  (to my benefit of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times she totally scared me at the underpass and i am a freak when it comes to supernatural stuff and she jerked and i happened t hear a sound from behind and i screeeammemd. And it happened to be a guy behind and he sniggered as he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted t eat at Timbre (oven-baked pizzas!) But we were hungry at it was at Boat Quay so we ended up eating at Manhattan Fish Market at Central. I think we spend the better part of the night really catching up and aft that we went TCC for coffee. BUNGEEE JUMPPPINNNNGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with Love today! And she bought me a hankie that says LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what a sweet surprise and just when i needed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeee. Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/picture-3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love like theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2508256301392859442?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2508256301392859442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2508256301392859442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2508256301392859442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2508256301392859442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/call-it-art.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-906833728934305511</id><published>2008-11-22T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:44:45.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And that haunted me, all the way home&lt;br /&gt;So ya never know, never, never know&lt;br /&gt;Never know enough, til it's over love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Lockdown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan told me when he first heard this song was at midnight and he thought there was a ghost. Whose the wimp now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uneasy not studying but i'm embracing every single moment of it! :D&lt;br /&gt;I realise i blog a lot more when i'm studying cos it's my only form of escape. The emotion during the last paper was surprising. I thought i would be ecstatic, but it did not bode me well, i guess th exams dragged on for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent th Thursday at town for a short time with Van. I gotten the job at Balcony Heeren, but i decided against it cos it's so impractical plus it was Vanyo's stupid idea. Met up with The Ten in the evening for a good dinner at Holland V. Being with the girls felt like old times! &lt;3 Anyway, Ber wanted to pierce something again and wanted all of us to do one together like those xoxosistassfolyfeee. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Twas da bomb. Linhui was such a klutz, She was shaking th  bottle and th cap flew and ketchap went everywhere! Our bus broke down on th way home! ):&lt;br /&gt;A great way t complete our night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1028.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0975.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0994.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0983.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0984.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1020.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1016.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1027.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1038.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1118.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview on Friday but i cancelled it cos i wanted to spend time with the team! :D They make me sooo happy despite i serisouly lost touch with th ball. I mean i'm alrd a bad player so it's just disastrous, but it was a good time. I had t leave earlier cos i absentmindedly brought out 2 housekeys and locked my maid and my sister home and i had t rush back cos they had t sign for a registered mail. By the time i got home, i saw my sister sitting at the door staring at the parcel outside the house (I made it up by peeling crab for her tonight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1_659395363l-2.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Vivo in the evening with Bryan. I HAD THAI EXPRESS :D :D [insert delirious face]&lt;br /&gt;Bryan made captain, i'm so proud of him and i love t hear him ramble. His face lights up and gets all animated and he'll have all this hand gestures and i'll just watch him in amusement. Oh did i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had thai express.&lt;br /&gt;We had thai express.&lt;br /&gt;We had thai express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took th bus back. It was full so we sat in different seats. And he fell fast asleep and he kept leaning towards this guy. I decided to be mean and just watch him to my delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00117.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan loaned me his hard disk and i was stuck watching GREYS and BIG BANG THEORY the entire night. Vanyo was suppose t stayover but. haha i don't tell you, make you giddy with anticipation. I swear it's really self explanatory. &lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt; went to the beach with my favourite girls, Vanyo and Crystal! They really been there for me for a solide 4 years and i love them dearly and now is finally a good and well deserved time to have good quality time together. I was laughing at this loser for tapping the card and expectantly waiting for the turnstill t turn on it's own. AND I NEVER THOUGHT I HAD T DO IT FOR CRYSTAL AS WELL. SHE IS BLUR! But my hot baby. Haha. We tanned and the sun got so hot and we're total losers i swear. In the end the sun was too blistering hot and our throats were so parched we just packed up and left. We got a average (!) tan. But it wasn't to the point that i actually got burnt. Got t tan again sometime. I feel like a grilled chicken. I wanna upgrade t roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down t Ikea and had lunch at th HongKong Cafe. We just kept drinking fluids the whole day! Anyway, we ate till pretty full and we were still greedy in wanting the Mango Dessert served there. After contemplating, we just ordered in a rush to prevent regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cost 6.90 only, how big can it be??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOUNTAIN OKAYYYYY. Esp when we were so full. But is nice and sweet but after avalanching the wild attempt of evading that pile of sweetened ice we could go no further but we couldn't bear to leave it. It would be such a wastage. We just stared and brooded at it and poked and hudged it hoping it'll be smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO. I finally told them&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe i should sneexe on it so is a valid reason not t finish it"&lt;br /&gt;Crystal immedietly started eating it! Let's go back again sometime! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Ikea. The last time 3 of us went there was last year! &lt;br /&gt;We really wanted t roll in bed together and we just had a ball. I was bobbing onto this inflatable turtle. Crystal bounced on it and she flew off. Babycakes! They came over t my house for a bit and we took hilarious shots. There was this moment we smiled at the camera expectantly for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, no one press button mann"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1132.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1138.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1144-1.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo38.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1128.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1127.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-906833728934305511?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/906833728934305511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=906833728934305511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/906833728934305511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/906833728934305511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-love-with-you-but-vibe-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2380836535005774116</id><published>2008-11-20T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:02:48.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""What is more important to you the love you share, the memories you have or the lover? Give love a chance to swallow you up. Don't just think it will happen in a instant, it will suprise you before you know it, but it will be the most rewarding experience you will ever have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN1028.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2380836535005774116?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2380836535005774116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2380836535005774116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2380836535005774116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2380836535005774116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-more-important-to-you-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-229653357259979836</id><published>2008-11-18T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:30:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It lights up every vein in my body and gives me chill in the bones cos spending time with you is pure blissful and nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, TEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/18696403-229653357259979836?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/229653357259979836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=229653357259979836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/229653357259979836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/229653357259979836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-lights-up-every-vein-in-my-body-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6622433256938616865</id><published>2008-11-17T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:52:06.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cos you're everywhere to me&lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;that makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo7.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made my day by surprising me at my doorstep this afternoon! They kept ringing the doorbell and covered the peephole my mom wanted to call the police at first cos she thought there was freaks harrasing us while i was in my room talking t them and they insisted i was so lazy cos they 'heard' the doorbell and i refused t answer it. I was in bed. It was a good reason! I was still rubbing th sleep out of my eyes when i saw them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiying (whining): BRENDA MADE US CLIMB TH STAIRS&lt;br /&gt;Brenda (t me): I didn't  want you to hear us come up with the elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stared at her. Like how would i even be able t hear it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo10.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo11-1.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo21.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo15.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo18.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo19.jpg"   height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo9.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that's within &lt;br /&gt;It's now that we begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you believe A's is ending in less than 3 days time. It finished as quickly as it had started. I know i would not do well but i just hope i won't have you repeat the phase in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6622433256938616865?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6622433256938616865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6622433256938616865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6622433256938616865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6622433256938616865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/cos-youre-everywhere-to-me-and-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-372530653089784588</id><published>2008-11-16T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:35:19.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say I've been driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and its keeping you away&lt;br /&gt;So just give me one good reason&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I dont wanna waste another moment&lt;br /&gt;in saying things we never meant to say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're th closest person but somehow i can't find my words around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-372530653089784588?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/372530653089784588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=372530653089784588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/372530653089784588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/372530653089784588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-say-ive-been-driving-you-crazy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8529147496730924652</id><published>2008-11-16T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:52:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why isn't the feeling going away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's a trick question, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8529147496730924652?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8529147496730924652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8529147496730924652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8529147496730924652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8529147496730924652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-isnt-feeling-going-away-thats-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6222122300382461865</id><published>2008-11-15T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:00:01.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christopher Robert Evans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Chris_Evans.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nanny Diaries also came out and that movie actually proved to fans worldwide that Chris was a great guy. He's portrayal as Harvard Hottie showed fans that he also had a sensitive side to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is said to be a romantic as he once surprised Jessica on one of her birthdays with roses and lighted candles in her room. Currently, Chris is romantically linked to Brazil's and Victoria Secret's hottest supermodel, Gisele Bundchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was noticed by critics and he even made it into magazine and Internet countdowns, scoring himself a third position of the hot body countdown from Gay.com and #18 on E! Television's 2006 101 Sexiest Celebrity Bodies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IMDB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/tn2_chris_evans_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Street Kings just now and i waited 30 mins before he actually appeared and they went t kill him off.&lt;br /&gt;Major ASDFGHJK. I cried, i had no idea why and my mom laughed at me. Anyway, i was so depressed i went back t the room to study and when i came out Star Movies was showing Fantastic Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAH SUCKKKKERRRZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;It instantly wamed me up.&lt;br /&gt;Think tonight i shall watch The Nanny Diaries and Cellular.&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm, blissful sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/chris9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyone who's had a tattoo knows once you get your first one, as you're walking out the door, you're planning the next.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Daria, happy or not?? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Facebook become really addictive. It could be due to that i was able t find my friends in the states. cool please. All of us all grown up. Vanessa! Faster come over so i can show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's got me feeling this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6222122300382461865?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6222122300382461865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6222122300382461865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6222122300382461865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6222122300382461865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/christopher-robert-evans-nanny-diaries.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2684661387229706348</id><published>2008-11-14T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:26:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Friday night beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;In a field behind your yard&lt;br /&gt;You and I are painting pictures in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the crickets sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything I need is right here by my side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/collage13.jpg" height=400 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice got me so &lt;i&gt;eggg&lt;/i&gt;cited for 20 Nov to come. I can't wait till i see them and we'll steamboat/tzerchar/orwhatever but hell it's gonna be so great with my holidays spent with them! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2684661387229706348?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2684661387229706348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2684661387229706348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2684661387229706348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2684661387229706348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-night-beneath-stars-in-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-9168337864624772083</id><published>2008-11-13T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:11:30.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only just a friend the love story begins&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s a happy ending to believe in&lt;br /&gt;you’re always there for me, now you’re with me in dreams&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me wondering if you ever dream of me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna risk losing everything&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll take the chance and tell you what I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you’ve been my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Can we put this to bed then&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Baby won’t you be mine&lt;br /&gt;Not just my home girl&lt;br /&gt;Time that I take you home girl&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you tonight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate it everytime i whine to Vanessa that one thing i want to do before i die is to make out with a girl. Not that i'm a bi. Is just that i want t get it out of my system, either in a drunken stupor or what. But she always ruins it by offering herself which is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-9168337864624772083?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9168337864624772083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=9168337864624772083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/9168337864624772083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/9168337864624772083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-just-friend-love-story-begins-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-658112381505904595</id><published>2008-11-12T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:30:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWjyP1iW3vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWjyP1iW3vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine. Masters in Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEPPPPP. Can totally see my bright and shining future. I got up early to make myself a hot chocolate. Did about 100 situps and i went back t bed. It's easy t drag yourself out of bed when no books is involved. I don't loathe studying, really, i'm just sick of it. I promise i'll love it if i get t start college in fall. That is an if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Emma has gone to study overseas. Nicole and Christine are making plans to do so as well. I'm not so rich to go overseas neither can i bear to leave my friends and families here. I'm not very self-driven to a point that i can be dependent enough to study overseas. I'll probably skip all my meals and have instants when i do. But the thing is, i can't believe i'm seeing all of us who were once young and naive fighting over the most redundant issues and now here we are taking th next step into the future. Our future and our decisions. It seems so fast and so surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Annabel the other day. Nothing has changed between me and her despite us seeing so much less of each other and in 20 years time i wonder will our kids be playing with each other just like our moms were. I think it'll be pretty cool. My mom says that they rolled aroudn pregnant together. HAHAHHAHA. I can't imagine Annabel and I rolling around with swollen bellies. It's like some bad bumper car ride. Oh well. Both of us has grown up and it'll just keep going on. I mean, i used t bathe with her with Cabbage Patch dolls. Now we're bitching about our bad-asss tutor and fretting about retaking A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3 is &lt;b&gt;retarrrrdddeddd&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway, Dewi, Lx and I brains were saturated and dysfunctional we decided to catch that movie and it was soooo cheesssyyy for the next 2 hours i swore it made cows turned lactose intolerant. It's just soooo retarded that it's so funny and it made us so tired we just went home after that. &lt;s&gt;Studying was productive.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a minor accident on the way home. You know at my house, the interchange is like a nesting place for pigeons. Fat pigeons, hairless pigeons, spotted pigeons black pigeons. It can be a delicacy if it's poop isn't so poisonous. Anyway, they are realll pushoverss okay. They can just waddle right in front of you and you have t stop for them. So today one was walking in my path i was so adamant i refuse to let go. At the very last ming it backed out (YES!) and it's clumsy fat body flew away. Only it's being weighed down by its fat it could hover up high enough it flew into someone else's face. I felt quite bad initially. But hey, i'm no pushover anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my day, now how was yours? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-658112381505904595?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/658112381505904595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=658112381505904595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/658112381505904595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/658112381505904595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/elaine.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2653360753517277429</id><published>2008-11-11T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:28:24.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper bags and plastic hearts&lt;br /&gt;All are belongings in shopping carts&lt;br /&gt;It's goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we got one more night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/n635278540_915802_1709.jpg" border="0" height=300 width=400 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/n635278540_915747_2728.jpg" border="0" height=300 width=400 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby! Haha, that was th night i box your eye and you were nice enough to love me still. TEEHEE :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chem paper was ultimate garbage. It's already bad that i don't know and i realised it made a lot of humpty dumpty mistakes. URGGGGGHHHHHH. I can just see my old virgin teacher next year already. I don't mean to get all sulky here but i'm soooo pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession is here. I'm not gna shop anymore in just indulge in simple life pleasures with my friends. After all, it's the companionship and practicing how to be old people where all you do is sit around and eat hot beancurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2653360753517277429?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2653360753517277429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2653360753517277429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2653360753517277429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2653360753517277429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/paper-bags-and-plastic-hearts-all-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-842486555591069577</id><published>2008-11-09T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:56:00.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/picture-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if it's a hero you want, &lt;br /&gt;I can save you. Just stay here. &lt;br /&gt;Your whispers are priceless. &lt;br /&gt;Your breathe, it is dear. So please stay near. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-842486555591069577?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/842486555591069577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=842486555591069577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/842486555591069577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/842486555591069577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-if-its-hero-you-want-i-can-save-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5772922349701708577</id><published>2008-11-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:01:03.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that you'll actually read this but..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0944.jpg" border="0" height=300 width=400 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is simply adorable! He is like a small little boy and got me craving for chocolate cake from &lt;b&gt;Awfully Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's chocolate cakes and ice-cream is literally sinful. There is an outlet at Vivo and Thomson (I'm so helpful!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was craving ever since dinner last night and i was talking t Alex about it and we found out th guy who opens this little chocolate heaven is a Havard Grad. Cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ended up getting a cake and 2 tubs of ice-cream from there this morning for my mom's birthday although my mom isn't a sweet tooth and even she thinks it's delicious. After that my family just sat around passing th tub of ice-cream like a bunch of pigs. I kept saying it'll be my last mouth but it just kept going round and round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, suddenly the topic was diverted to cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday mom! I hope you had a delightful birthday. And she is old i swear, she slept before midnight came and my sister and i had t pull her legs out of the room to sing her birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0940.jpg" border="0" height=400 width=300 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5772922349701708577?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5772922349701708577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5772922349701708577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5772922349701708577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5772922349701708577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mom-not-that-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7718695860386967562</id><published>2008-11-07T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:45:21.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The warmth of your love’s&lt;br /&gt;Like the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And this will be our year,&lt;br /&gt;Took a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/___Bliss_by_princessqetz.jpg" border="0" width=300 height=400 alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room has a junkie durian smell cos my my parents. &lt;b&gt;But,&lt;/b&gt; nothing can possibly dampen my mood today cos this week is over. So A's haven't officially ended but i can finally catch my breath. My mom told me that today was the first time she saw me smile when i get home. The papers went rather horribly, but i really thank God for my wonderful family and friends being there constantly for me (being it virtual or not,). I think i did become a stronger person in th process of it more. Even if i did not have strong affirmation in th faith in myself, i'm glad i can seek those around me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert O.o face,]&lt;br /&gt;And Math paper was really &lt;u&gt;sweeeelll&lt;/u&gt;. I've got a paper cut and i'm a loser to pain and i've got no cutesy garfield-disney plasters so i've got to use those boring skin tone Haniplast. Now, think of that boing vibe you get when all you do is wear skin tone bras and granny undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to being a couch potato. I pampered myself today i treated myself to a pasta and Black Forest at Coffee Bean and Cleo. And i bought a board and did up a collage. (My room is more colourful now!) Anyway my current obsession is Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale. Of course my no. 1 will still be Heidi Klum and Seal. but you know, (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to drop by Vanyo house to surprise her with Oyster Omelette and cookies but she was playing Netball (!) Can't wait to see you emozzzkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bikini came! It's really preeeettttaaaayyyyeee i just felt like wearing it inside out in CBean on th spot but apparently i have t keep my sanity till 20 Nov so i can only glance at it once in awhile to get me all delirious inside.&lt;br /&gt;To think i'm turning 19 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off t study Bio now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obama!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7718695860386967562?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7718695860386967562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7718695860386967562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7718695860386967562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7718695860386967562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/warmth-of-your-loves-like-warmth-of-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5727418066561717132</id><published>2008-11-06T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:41:35.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change is in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/obamaMOS0202_468x365.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being busy with my shallow and superficial which consist of studying of my own future, i am much elated for Obama for being th next President where he has to worry for 374269324639 other billion people. Although it was rather predictable that he would win, but i just feel sooooo happpppyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a forceful wind carrying the reverend's voice up into the rafters....And in that single note - hope! - I heard something else; at the foot of that cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion's den, Ezekiel's field of dry bones. Those stories - of survival, and freedom, and hope - became our story,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5727418066561717132?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5727418066561717132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5727418066561717132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5727418066561717132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5727418066561717132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-is-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6301575212007546631</id><published>2008-11-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:21:14.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of th doubt that fills my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I somehow find, you and i collide&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the perks of being better of independent seems to thrill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Bio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6301575212007546631?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6842678207774209983</id><published>2008-10-31T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:04:16.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCyfKWu4YQ0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCyfKWu4YQ0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/18696403-6842678207774209983?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-9018565092029458822</id><published>2008-10-24T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:54:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And so, the hunt for leather boots continues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As random as it may sound, i miss the soccer girls terribly and i've been hearing th birthday song they sang for me gave me a nostalgic feeling to where have all our months gone too.&lt;br /&gt;That song was th greatest gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/7473ebffa4d88b8614f299f95f1a7f3e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me but all I seem to see&lt;br /&gt;Is people going nowhere expecting sympathy&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we’re going through the motions of the scripted destiny&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where’s our inspiration If life wont wait&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woah We want to wish you a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Woah It's not all that we have to say&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have fun with JJ soccerettes&lt;br /&gt;You company makes us so glad&lt;br /&gt;Well so long, better miss us when we're gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 i can still picture vividly Brenda playing th guitar and you guys singing beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you guysssssssssss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much more i can be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-9018565092029458822?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-797621655955970752</id><published>2008-10-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:25:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hearts all over the world tongiht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG1720-1.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly like paper, get high like planes&lt;br /&gt;If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name&lt;br /&gt;If you come around here, I make 'em all day&lt;br /&gt;I get one down in a second if you wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say no, but all i can is say yes. I hate that part of myself seemingly i've learnt to keep it to myself cos i learnt by saying out won't change anything. I have a bit of trouble opening up to emotions here except good memories here that is good to read back and reflect on. I think a part of me that makes entries impersonal and uninteresting&lt;br /&gt;Experience have taught me to hold my tongue and be more cautious and guarded with my emotions lest i get disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i thank God of how amazing He has been to me and he blessed me with wonderful friends and families. I studied with Love today, thank you for all your patience and love in this 2 years. I can't possibly have handled it better w/o you. And i saw Crystal, Denise, Vanessa and Desiree today and i think it was made much better cos it was unplanned and i really miss being in th company of them. It felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van and Des came by with a bagful of chocolates for me and i think i got my sugar rush wasn't because of the grub that was in their hands but th mere sight of them. Poor Vanessa insisted she got her karma and NO i was so tanked and i'm glad it cleared within a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you, you have absolutely no fucking right to judge my best friend like that and the only people around here that is allowed to judge her is yours truely cos i know her well enough to know whether she snorts in her sleep and farts in my hand which she doesn't which makes her the more glamorous person in the world (and my heart) so you and esp you have no right to pass such hypocritical and two-faced insults at her. I think you should just really rexamine yourself cos it's not only your attitude that you must change and i've always taken a neutral liking to you and i'm just shocked that you can be such a bitch to people that are nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What th hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE: TABOLEK TAHAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;VANESSA: hahaha okay someone malay zaiii&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE: I kantang mariam&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: LOLLL WHAT'S THAT&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: I don't ehh my malay sucks sialll. I potato maid&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: hahahah. no link.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: AYAM MATHI BAPOK&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: what's that?!&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: CHICKEN KILL PIG&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: OMGGGGZZZ. BABI IS PIGGG LAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! But i did Series and Sequences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-797621655955970752?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/797621655955970752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=797621655955970752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/797621655955970752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/797621655955970752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/hearts-all-over-world-tongiht-i-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2129103403296772279</id><published>2008-10-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:04:31.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I drift, I burn, I fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sing lullabies&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless, I'm yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the putty in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I dream, I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you take me on a roller coaster ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me through and through&lt;br /&gt;You see just who i am&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, &lt;b&gt;my sweet embrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wannnna make love right nanananana...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with bestfriendloveyoumaxtoamillionxxxx today! :D&lt;br /&gt;I felt darn bad making her come down to IMM (It's like my mothership) but anwy she said on her blog that she 'was drowning in guilt' for getting me go to Jw's sis birthday. But luckily i was rational enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE HEE. I'm a sucker for compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so it's making up for the temptation you drawn me towards. I had a good time. Wasn't usual OMGITSSOCRAZY but i'm devoid of emotions of fun now. She just gave me a really comforting feeling to just let my hair hang loose and have a good time out with her. I can't wait till the next time i see you! We'll tan and eat good food much. It felt so nice again where she ended up missing the bus so we could just stand at the interchange and talk warped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And busy laughing at Mr. Kiasu. Love you bestie &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i had a brilliant time studying with Dewi and Lx today despite all the moving and M2M songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2129103403296772279?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2129103403296772279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2129103403296772279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2129103403296772279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2129103403296772279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-drift-i-burn-i-fly-im-helpless-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1667495661203772423</id><published>2008-10-09T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:19:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And there, in the same city, where they met as girls, four New York women entered the next phase of their lives: dressed head to toe in love. And that’s the one label that never goes out of style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/sexinthecitymovietrailer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1667495661203772423?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1667495661203772423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1667495661203772423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1667495661203772423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1667495661203772423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-there-in-same-city-where-they-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-685840520838382640</id><published>2008-10-09T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:26:44.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Change.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u act beyond a fool of your own desires? I can.&lt;br /&gt;Have my words been sharp and dripped with mockery and sarcasm? It had.&lt;br /&gt;Exams have left me with angst and submerged with less respect for myself. I feel sorry for those around me that i'm less tolerant with. it's about 3 odd weeks to A's. And 6 odd weeks to th end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder above it all will i look back and thing that all this thoughts were actually uncalled for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly able to met BFF today!&lt;br /&gt;Can pass her her magical YM. but but oh well ): Boo baby i can't wait to see you!&lt;br /&gt;And the ten! I'm looking at Crystal's F-ster now FYI (TOUCHED MUCH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Nights In Rodanthe!&lt;br /&gt;I love all of Nicholas Sparks novels excepts everyone dies. I figured i should stop reading t the end so know one dies.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all that no one wants to die but all wants to go heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any man is a fool who doesn't know how lucky he is to have you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/nightsinrodanthepubb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is th kind of love that makes you feel anything is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-685840520838382640?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/685840520838382640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=685840520838382640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/685840520838382640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/685840520838382640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-i-said-romeo-take-me-somewhere-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1672224875820744570</id><published>2008-10-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:23:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy I hear you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I keep you with me in my heart &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round &lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1672224875820744570?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1672224875820744570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1672224875820744570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1672224875820744570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1672224875820744570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-i-hear-you-in-my-dreams-i-feel-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6201767962884292968</id><published>2008-10-05T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:30:08.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/friends460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:   Joey, if you had to give up sex or food, which would you pick? &lt;br /&gt;Joey:        I don't know it's too hard. &lt;br /&gt;Rachel:   Come on, you have to answer. &lt;br /&gt;Joey:        Okay... sex. No, food. No, uh... I want both! I want girls on bread! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Joey is posing as a doctor in order to get information about a patient that Phoebe likes] &lt;br /&gt;[Just been told the patients date of birth] &lt;br /&gt;Joey:         Age...? &lt;br /&gt;Patient:    Can't you work that out by my date of birth? &lt;br /&gt;Joey:         I'm a doctor, not a mathematician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica:        What about friends of your grandmother's? Wouldn't they have the recipe? &lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:        Well, you know I may have relatives in France who would know. My grandmother said she got the recipe from her                                     grandmother, &lt;br /&gt;[trying to pronounce her name in French] &lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:       Nestlé Toulouse. &lt;br /&gt;Monica:       What was her name? &lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:      [again trying to pronounce it in French] Nestlé Toulehouse. &lt;br /&gt;Monica:       Nestle Toll House? &lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:      Oh, you Americans always butcher the French language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my ever so favourite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE WERE ON A BREAK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me a happy pill :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6201767962884292968?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6201767962884292968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6201767962884292968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6201767962884292968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6201767962884292968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There For You'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5802993840087500164</id><published>2008-10-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:15:13.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For stony limits cannot hold love out,&lt;br /&gt;And what love can do that dares love attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romeo and Juliet,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when everything you hoped for is right in front of you and you realise how good your life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1_512412525l.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team dinner t celebrate Turtle's birthday was good! :D&lt;br /&gt;It felt like old times, a break away from anxiety. Chai was plenty annoyed that 4 of us were late but i kinda felt smug knowing we'll never be one of the last straddlers coming. Laughs. Anyway i saw this 50+ year old couple holding hands and i pointed out t the team like gosh! "They are still holding hands at this age!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realise it was my aunt and uncle! Gawd, thank goodness i never point point and mock. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i told them that i nearly laugh at them cos they hold hands. I told my mom later that night she also couldnt resist calling them up to tease them. My cousin is getting married end of this year! So fast. After him will be me alrd. That's how huge our age gap is. Furthermore i can hardly click cos well, they tend t speak more chinese. Lx and Turtle was looking at me in amusement when i was talking t my relatives in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hand it to Pizza Hut cos we made one truckload of noise there and i think the other diners were plenty pissed but they even turned off all the lights at P.H so that we can sing th birthday song for Turtle! LOVE YOU CAPTAIN! Her card was super cool cos it has all our photos when we were kids and now!&lt;br /&gt;All of us keep telling her t practise safe sex cos she is dammm horny and we bought her lotion and apparently Brenda and YT wrapped it and labled it "Lubricant" You should have seen B's heartbroken face when Turtle just ripped it open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot th writings on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;"Practise safe sex..&lt;br /&gt;Once form of irritation occurs,&lt;br /&gt;stop using immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a baby has occurred... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was deftly hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jas is a horrifying girl. She wants trades in gossips. She bitched to me and she ask for one in return. I told her hold on cos i couldn't think of any and i was shuffling my brain like some Ipod folder and she was surprised i have nth t gossip.&lt;br /&gt;-.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t the playground nearby to give th rest of the gifts and hung out there before we dispersed. I feel so bad slapping Jingwen! What's that chinese phrase&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu da bu teng"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On th train ride home with Tzer, there was this old man kept checking Tzer's &lt;i&gt;haaawwwtttt&lt;/i&gt; legs! Teeheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;She insist that he was just falling asleep. I gave her the most patronizing look&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE DON'T FALL ASLEEP STANDING UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos with Love! Shall upload it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5802993840087500164?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5802993840087500164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5802993840087500164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5802993840087500164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5802993840087500164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-stony-limits-cannot-hold-love-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5838726467425922425</id><published>2008-10-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:24:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best Friends are drops of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;They are there to dry up your tears and be your vote of confidence when you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't make the world love you but your best friend will tell you that all you can do is be someone who can be loved.&lt;br /&gt;They are they to bring back good memories which will make you giggle while you sniff over th phone and most of all, best friends will love you and will be there for you pull you back should you lose your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5838726467425922425?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5838726467425922425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5838726467425922425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5838726467425922425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5838726467425922425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-friends-are-drops-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-3310933055355276703</id><published>2008-09-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:44:37.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0673-1.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't help but be super touched when they played Simple Plan on the guitar as a birthday song and sang to me. I can't ask more perfect girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to there. If I was you I would just walk around naked all the time. I wouldn't have a job, I wouldn't have any skills, I wouldn't even know how to read. I would just be... naked.&lt;br /&gt;Christina t Izzie- Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the perfect quote for the incident outside Tom &amp; Stephanie (BREN'S FAVE SHOP YO!).&lt;br /&gt;Haha inside joke, i know you guys are itching to know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Westmall with the team after Gp and i had an awesome time. I saw Vanessa and i screamed into her face! :D I am so sick of restless studying and watching time move fast. I wish i can be Hiro Nakaruma and make time stand still, take a brainy person's paper and rip off all the answers and just get straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Superheros and the lust for power. I'm no superhero but like what 'the other tucker' says, my mom says i'm special on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having pizza for dinner tmrw cos it's Children's Day. When I grow up, i'll be a witch and eat all the children on 1st Oct. That way, you wont have screaming kids running around in public places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-3310933055355276703?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3310933055355276703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=3310933055355276703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3310933055355276703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3310933055355276703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-still-cant-help-but-be-super-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-16004262897793255</id><published>2008-09-27T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:25:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. We grow up complacent with ideas or things or people, and we take them for granted. And its usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you realize how wrong you’ve been, how much you really need it, and how much you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-16004262897793255?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/16004262897793255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=16004262897793255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/16004262897793255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/16004262897793255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-said-that-we-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7742097919120191025</id><published>2008-09-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:43:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As what i quote from Britney,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outrageous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally redid my room! (: &lt;br /&gt;More photos and more walls for more memories to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just about the freedom of expression. It's the exhilaration everytime i walk into my room and i see th sickly smiles plastered on the faces of my friends and i, i feel utterly gratified. That no matter how tiring my day is, i know i have happier times to fall back on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's also another sort of excuse to cover up my hideous pink walls (Dulux calls it Dollhouse Pink, but whatever). I'm totally not a pink person. I should have just painted it all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm listening to Frosty The Snowman (:&lt;br /&gt;And Ba-Bump by Black Eyed Peas. What a contrast but i absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa called me and she met the psychopath on her way to and back from town. That's seriously dumb luck. You should have take your bony shoulder and whammmmm him but then that may arouse him. Like what's wrong with men?&lt;br /&gt;I was taking GP Mock Exam and i giggled to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage was on gender revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Men have thicker skin so they have higher resistance to pain (also having the ability to feel pleasure)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY SIALLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7742097919120191025?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7742097919120191025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7742097919120191025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7742097919120191025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7742097919120191025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-what-i-quote-from-britney-outrageous.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-320045721724180715</id><published>2008-09-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:16:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dance with me, with your eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1_571044279l.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crazy girl made me miss her! This is th longest i went not ever seeing her and there is no way i can ever study with her cos we'll be doing anything but that. I miss you baby! and i totally miss The Ten&lt;br /&gt;You're my rise and my fall! And i made you tearrrrrr. Hahahah suckerzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and she is going to be Godmumma for my kids so i dont have to spend money to dote on my own.&lt;br /&gt;See? I don't take econs i'm still smart when it comes to this kinda investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went by 2 days w/o seeing CD. Miss them plenty much. And i haven't seen th team properly for the longest time. Brenda was like, I knew you wouldnt come to school today so i didn't see you all smug with her grinning face. Urgh! I love the team team team. Without this friendship nothing i ever achieved in this stinkin' schl would be worth anyth&lt;br /&gt;Miss you bunches of raisins. I talked to Bernice today and she is taking a loooonnng train ride but i couldnt hear her edgewise. I had xiao long bao with my beautiful theresa and it was plenty yummy. We ordered the exact and we practically inhaled our food! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went home and i was so high on Formula 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I loveeeeeee Massa's turns!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and I were talking saying that he should put his toy car on Hamilton's car and when he brakes, E's car will fly forward and be first and that bloody moron could have gotten both of us tickets for tmrw's night race but but his dad gave it away but anyway thankkkksss for letting me go w you if you had the tickets. If.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B messaged and he said he missed me! HAHAHAHHAHA. I feel so smug. But when he told me that he was gna eat bak kut teh with weijie they all that grin fell from my face. That retarded ate my favourite food w/o me. Disgusting creep. Okay. As long as it ain't Carl's Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm in love with Flounder. He is so cute and so fat and so easily spooked. I just feeel like pincching his cheeeeeekkkkkssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/LittleMermaidFlounder.jpg" height=200 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Chemistry at 3am! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-320045721724180715?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/320045721724180715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=320045721724180715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/320045721724180715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/320045721724180715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-with-me-with-your-eyes-this-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4787063334895856926</id><published>2008-09-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:41:34.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the lights&lt;br /&gt;Hold you through forever&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/18th_Blessed_289.jpg" border="3" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think this picture depicts our situation very well. Everyone's ahead and both of us are lagging behind. But fear not cause we've each other :) i'm holding your hand as you limp across the pitch. We'll make it to the end step by step, slow and steady :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS LOVEEEE &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/jasmine18th012.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="3" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school on tuesday, today and tomorrow will be the third day. i can barely remember what's been happening cos everyday passes by so quickly. i suddenly crave for my school's chocolate milkshake and xiao long bao, but most of all, i yearns for A's to end. The process of studying is fun but knowing that results are likely to suck, i would rather use my effort on something easier, like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious me. Anyway, Alex named one side of his sneaker after me. and the other side a python. How ironic cos i've got a phobia about snakes. Anyway my dad was cutting his toenails last night and he needed help from my mom cos his tummy was blocking him. My mom laughed so hard cos she said th last time she had trouble looking at her toes or cutting th toenails was when she was preggyyy. I think my dad got so scared he came home with weights today :D&lt;br /&gt;It looked pretty hilarious see ing your dad trying to reach his toes when his &lt;i&gt;United Nations&lt;/i&gt; was hindering him from reaching from his &lt;u&gt;goal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i shouldn't laugh cos he will beat me hands down in running without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeystars and milk.&lt;br /&gt;Studying at odd hours really makes you do the craziest things. I just gotta plug in really loud and dance my sorrows away! :D&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of eating but i dont want t see the disastrous effect of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been turning so white is disgusting/fugly. Brenda can't seem to stop mocking at me and i need to tan with skinny-ass vanessa and sexy crystal soon soon soon! Bryan has been really disgusting me calling me some white steamed chicken and holding three of my fingers cos he says chicken only has claws. ASDFGHJK&lt;br /&gt;I'm going t sit under my florescent light and pray for UV radiation.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you can find melamine in milk, who knows what else did Newton may have infused into that 3.14 watts bulb(or whatever you physics student call it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4787063334895856926?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4787063334895856926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4787063334895856926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4787063334895856926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4787063334895856926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/blinded-by-lights-hold-you-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-245049143483328944</id><published>2008-09-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:21:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everytime I kiss I feel your lips and&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I cry I see your smile and&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close my eyes I realise that&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hold your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing my heart could ever find&lt;br /&gt;And I have never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I gave your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, so totally dig old school yo. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister flew a kite from our house window and it flew into someone's house and got stuck. She was so bent on getting it back she knocked 5 floors of our unti above ours and only to find some crazy guy got so pissed off he just cut the string off.&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling rather lost this week. Alright, &lt;i&gt;lost&lt;/i&gt; is just a mere term. I find myself directionless and not knowing what my future can bring me. I loathe th A's. I felt it had brought this great distance barrier between me and my mum. I know she means well, but i can hardly find her to confide in my woes cos i know i will cause her to worry and more importantly i don't want t hear the advice she gives me knowing it's not something i want t hear. I want my best friend back. And i want my Savior back. I'm thankful for this blessed life that God has gave me but i question time and time again how come the effort i put in is not shown? It leaves me feeling frustrated and not knowing what i should do to change this to make it for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impact. Have we gotten that in our life?&lt;br /&gt;Love kept saying that we need an impact to really get us to study. I think both of us worked to our best ability and somehow the results hasnt show yet. I truely hope God will bless us during this race. I felt so horrible in a sense that i told my mom if i were to do badly for A's i would rather go SIM then retake A's knowing that i may not do well the second time. She started telling me i should study harder. Not something i wanted to do. I got pissed and i snapped at her and kept really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that tmrw when i'm in school i'll be sending her a message but cos even words of wisdom from her over sms will leave me teary. God finally spoke to me today. Bless him (i was falling asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear Not, for I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;Be not dismayed, for I am your God&lt;br /&gt;I will strengthen you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will help you,&lt;br /&gt;I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live by faith and not by sight and pray for what you desire most for he shall give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-245049143483328944?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/245049143483328944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=245049143483328944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/245049143483328944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/245049143483328944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/everytime-i-kiss-i-feel-your-lips-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1903698426740589927</id><published>2008-09-18T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:43:28.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Soldier,&lt;br /&gt;I hate the exams but I'll be a good christian soldier holding all my faith and putting my best foot forward. You have provided my buffet full of amenities and i shall not complain.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolute disgusting to think that there is a mere 7 weeks left to go. Soon th next weekend would be here and i'll be left with 6 weeks. I don;; know what i'm doing, quite literally. Everyday is just a mental blur. The anxiety and the fundamentals not covered. I dont expect myself to do extremely well but more than ever i want to clinch a spot in a local uni, favorably nothing to do with science, math or engineering. (Laughs, you actually need brains to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria: Let's go be PE teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks please. I loathe going to school now, it's such a waste of time and th teachers do not have a good impression of me. Somehow i know i'll miss it when it's all over(not th studying part!) But the friends and all. Today Brenda and i were comparing our snow white skin. It's grosss. We can skin ourselves and make mooncakes alrd. I miss our tans during th season! And i marvel at the Year Ones how they can go through training and marvel at myself how come i did not feel the horror about hours under the blistering hot sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in th name of good company.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1903698426740589927?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1903698426740589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1903698426740589927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1903698426740589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1903698426740589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-ever-know-that-youre-my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-529557608496224931</id><published>2008-09-13T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:54:48.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One way Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Live by faith, not by sight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Friendship_is_____by_icairocks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cus they will always be there for me at th end of the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Desiree already, she is always there to make me feel good with her bountiful love and chocolates! (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss the team cos they are always there to make me laugh and feel ohsogood about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love The Ten cos i know everything is great! (:&lt;br /&gt;And i love Emma, Issac and Leon cos they never fail to forget me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Issac came with a &lt;b&gt;How To Defeat A's Kit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think the contents is hilarious so i just got to show off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A party hat&lt;br /&gt;Those blow blow thing the gawd awful tongue roll out&lt;br /&gt;3-In-1 Coffee mix&lt;br /&gt;Tabloids ((:&lt;br /&gt;A fabulous photo of us!&lt;br /&gt;An inflated balloon that has it written "YOU MISS OUR FARTS!"&lt;br /&gt;Bible inscriptions!&lt;br /&gt;A gameboy cartidge! (OMG SUPERMARIO!)&lt;br /&gt;A Big Shirt I LOVE STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;Scented Candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly dont want Emma to go Boston anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa called me and it was good to hear baby's voice.&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel so much better. Don't be paranoid uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Oei! You're listening to A1&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA YES! SAME OLD BRAND NEW YOUUUU&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Ehhh help me download No More. I've been listening to old songs. See?? I win you in old songs&lt;br /&gt;Me: I've been listening to Atomic Kittens and S Club 7!!&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: OHMYG you win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-529557608496224931?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/529557608496224931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=529557608496224931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/529557608496224931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/529557608496224931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-way-jesus.html' title='One way Jesus!'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6908756484838125739</id><published>2008-09-11T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:15:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters From Great Men,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/16250__walk_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims result were horrifyingly terrible. I was pretty shocked with myself. I know i did my best which was what makes it scary. Anyway, i cried after school. Thanks Daria, Cass, Love and Huiying for being there for me :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good. God showed me on acceptance. Love made it all clearer for me when she gave me a postcard yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Love, I remember this verse during my O levels period and A Div. And i'm gna write it in my heart once more for this race has benn set out before us. The results ain't important if we know we've fought, putting in all effort. And of course completing the race, not giving up before that. Above all, have faith in God and yourself. If God brings us to it. He'll bring us through it to. Cry for a day and move on. I'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I know you're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Theresa&lt;br /&gt;9 Sept 2008"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle gave me this sweet musical box that you whine it up and play. (THANKS SWEETHEART!)&lt;br /&gt;CDE went crazy over it and it was our source of joy yesterday. I had an awesome day with them although i was sneezing from morning till night. And i got so hungry from all the effort i had a good lunch with Bryan. He gave me his raw veges which was absolutely gross. I think as much as i want this year to end. I know i'll miss the past 2 years with Cass and Daria cos everyone knows you don't make friends in university with such level of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOMBERS GIRLS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And i'll miss the times where we'll sneak into LTs and hear Cass play the piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 10 weeks, everything will be over. My dad asked me whether i want to work as a temp at his company i asked him how much was the pay. My mom said i'm extremely demanding. &lt;br /&gt;No okay, i decided t buy a budget version of swatch. Flick Flack!&lt;br /&gt;Not that is cheap, but it's so cutesseeeyyy!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flikflak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6908756484838125739?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6908756484838125739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6908756484838125739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6908756484838125739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6908756484838125739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-letters-from-great-men.html' title='Love Letters From Great Men,'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4803073207679748166</id><published>2008-09-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:56:16.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyg, i still remember the password to this blog. Okay, it's a great attempt. Love says i have a memory of a goldfish yahdehyahdeh. That isn't the point. the point is i feel absolutely heartbroken i betrayed Blogspot and jumped over to LJ and now LJ cheat on me so maybe i'll be going back to ever faithful you. Haha, Sounds so cliche, like off the movie Le Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama drama. I'm in th rambling mood here now, and i'm in much contempt and angst cos The Exams is 50 odd days away (OMG ELAINE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOURSELF!). I can like, totally bitch one whole day how unfair that my chinese cinderella pumpkin schl closes one week before A Levels. Seriously, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Love on Friday. I had creaky ankles and she had a runny nose so we just stayed at Starbucks for 3 hours with our legs propped up and just catching up from my Malaysia trip. I'm still tanked about the F21 store. Really.&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, i'm really starting to love blogger again!)&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around and i bough J Co. doughnuts. The way they fry it is seethingly gross. None of us brought our camera! But we had Din Tai Fung so its good cos no one will see us popping the xiao long bao which is unfathomable to pop it where the soup will leaaaaakkkk.&lt;br /&gt;I went home happy that day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday had so street soccer (not as if i was gg anyway, had tons of schlwork to catch up) For the first time in 6 years of BFF friendship with Van, she woke me up. Okay the second really cos she was really eggcited to go back to DSS the other day. I dragged her to Mos Burger and we had a good lunch there. She gave me inverted Buenos and a good hug and we started a gossip rampage. Woo i love you baby. We wandered around and it got too cold so she came over and we started gaga-ing over hot girls. See Bryan, i only gawk at you. Wa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bryan talks a lot of rubbish. I think that's why his 'yo mama' says he was picked up from the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4803073207679748166?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4803073207679748166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4803073207679748166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4803073207679748166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4803073207679748166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahha-ohmyg-i-still-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6499074942584700146</id><published>2008-03-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:34:55.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>danceinsideyou.lj</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=huge&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://danceinsideyou.livejournal.com/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6499074942584700146?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6499074942584700146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6499074942584700146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6499074942584700146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6499074942584700146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/danceinsideyoulj.html' title='danceinsideyou.lj'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8019984278859745780</id><published>2008-03-09T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:35:50.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let th moment slip away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you describe a feeling? I've only ever dreamt of this.&lt;br /&gt;DJ's spinning up my favorite song, hurry up and get a grove on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0582.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There now steady &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;, so few come and don't go&lt;br /&gt;Will you, won't you be the one i'll always know,&lt;br /&gt;When i'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;br /&gt;You're th only whoknows to slow it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU BEST FRIEND FOREVER &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my boob girl truckloads. Met up with her after church at Bugis (I had t walk past Laselle and when i saw it, OHMYG, SIMPLE PLAN YO). I gotten used t her usual tardiness, so i walked for a bit before she came. Had the Soup Spoon for lunch again and we caught up what's been going on th past days. Th last time i chatted with her on th phone was 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no &lt;i&gt;Bugis&lt;/i&gt; people. After lunch, we did not even bother t go up and we were in the usual 'town' mood so we trained down t town -.-ll That's how retarded can?? That's why we're best friends. we do everything together even going into the same fitting room t try on lingerie. She is swear fussy, if i had her vouchers i'll just splurge on whatsnot. TSK, she got sooooo pissed with me cos i let go of her balloon and it floated away. WE BOTH SCREAMED.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Guanting and Zhenming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th day passed pretty fast. We held hands till our palms sweat. Could not make it pass our best record. Went t the art gallery and started pointing out the most redundant things at home. Spend most of my time at Fareast. She had t drag me away from the naval piercing place. She hates it. Laughs. I saw Rebekah there! Walked aound looking for rock band shirts and flats. Oh well. it was shopping day for her (:&lt;br /&gt;Saw KW too, he was shell-shocked to see both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just adore being a girl (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back t Taka so she could spend finish her vouchers and we had dinner at Taka basement. I got t eat FROZEN YOUGHURT! Hell, i miss town. We ate at this Jap outlet at the basement and it was good. Went down t Marina Square afters, i got quite apprehensive cos i have yet t found the barcode in my bag and i was afraid of setting up more alarms (refer t previous post)&lt;br /&gt;I went t HMV t ask about buying over that SIMPLE PLAN BILLBOARD they laughed and told me it belongs t the marketing people. Shit those people lah, you ain't gonna use it anyway. And i can think of a thousand and one ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided t give Alvin a call cos he mentioned t me that he would be in the area (STEP UP 2 on FRIDAY YO)&lt;br /&gt;Van went "We're behind you. you wearing jeans &lt;i&gt;RIGGHHHHT&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, firstly, everyone wears jeans and he was in the car. Tht's yet so stupid. Lousy couple lah they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought an Aldo bag and wallet/clutch. I love it. It's red and sparkly just like Dorathy's shoes in the wizard of Oz! Rad!&lt;br /&gt;PREEEEETTTYYYY :D And is on sale! Sorry, but i'm a cheapo plus i can't afford it at regular price (:&lt;br /&gt;Van &amp; i always crash at Topshop shoe trying area when we're too tired t walk. Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandered along the Esplanade where there was the Mosiac Music Fest. The lead singer sang really well, she has such an awesome voice and the song was good. Vanessa was bouncing t the beat. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;It was a long walk back t the train station so i sang t Vanyo &lt;i&gt;huanzhugege&lt;/i&gt; songs and made her laugh rotten with my off key horrible chinese. I miss laughing and talking about everything and never about nothing with her.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Halimah and Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot's to sum up my fabulous day and previous ones from Friday. Oh yes! Can u believe it? Ernest &amp; Yeemin were at T3 yest night! So much for coincidence yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Camp and Math Test tmrw &lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;i&gt;SIBEI&lt;/i&gt; (Raied's quoting) screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people like Annabel, Christine, Merina, Des, Wenjia, Bernice, Crystal...&lt;br /&gt;and the list can just go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOT DATE WITH VANESSA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Barbie Dolls and Polly Pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0546.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a Diva girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0547.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me that we used t put B&amp;J in a flask and tried t put ice cubes with it so we could bring it t schl (: By the way it got super messy and it was FAT who ate all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0549.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mosiac Music Fest. The singer is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0565.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here i go, scream my lungs out just t try t get to you&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0567.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self timer is a really random piece of time machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0568.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't look no further, baby i'm back YEAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0571.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0585.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;John&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;u&gt;long&lt;/u&gt; and lonely till he turned &lt;u&gt;silver&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0566.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like our friendship sunnys side up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0576-1.jpg" height=400 width=300  border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISSAC FINALS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute Lorry is! Our team mascot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0488.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorry's mom is a NERD. She cried cos she thought she made Lx mad. HAHAHHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0489.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl lives in ANG MO KIO. GO TZER YOU LEFTFOOTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0490.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute please. I think it was dreaming about walking on air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0492.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWC vs GESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0491.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS DINNER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Girls minus Daria (: Thanks for the past year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0496.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrie's green worm. I drew the eyes. So pretty right? Stabilo eyeliner yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0501.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who said sex was the best thing in the world, Second t that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0502.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CASS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0509.jpg" height=180 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0516.jpg" height=200 width=180 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07S04!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0511.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0522.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Email my heart&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8019984278859745780?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8019984278859745780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8019984278859745780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8019984278859745780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8019984278859745780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-let-th-moment-slip-away.html' title='don&apos;t let th moment slip away'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6506681605901795686</id><published>2008-03-08T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:40:21.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it in this love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;But there's no sign you hear the lightning, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't ever notice me turning on my charm&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why I'm always where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the chatty mood recently, not too sure if i should embrace it, my voice definitely became worse and i made no such effort t lessen the disastrous issue of being more subversive t peace and tranquility. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good training today, it ended too earlier than the usual 4 hours but of course the girls always have that ability t take one hour t make it to the schl gates. We did game-play today, i want t laugh everytime we get mixed up with the crosses but i think everyone's shooting improved tremendously compared t last year :D&lt;br /&gt;AJC is uncouth muggers, we cheered for the soccer guys at the sideline and they started making those ASDFGHJK comments. I would have wallop them, seriously. Maybe it was their jersey that also pissed me off. It's too bright a yellow.&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW AND ANNOYING, just like bananas, i hate bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the girls, they insisted on waiting with me until my bus came cos i wasn't joining them for lunch. Chai was so proud on flashing out her phone t check in how many mintues the bus would come, they should come up with a system how packed it is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this really bad pimple at the back of my neck cos everytime i tilt my head my pimple creases and it just hurts, Brenda had a pimple that size (and smaller) but at the front of her neck (she insisted was cos i slabbed cake all over on her the other day -.-ll) I told Brenda that she is such a pimple! (note: is an affectionate way that she gets t me. heh)&lt;br /&gt;so when Alvin msged me t ask me when i end (it wasn't well-received when i decided t be smart and say Nov) I was complaining t him the Simple Plan has this huge billboard outside HMV which is like FAINTS, but the special edition came out (WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!)&lt;br /&gt;So i typed PIMPLE PLAN. I feel so horrible betraying them. How can i shoot my favourite rockstars?! Alvin was telling me that his bro got the gold tempo that i wanted i told him t put in th washing machine t shrink it so is small enough to be given away to me, But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really puts the label for those washing intructions on shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my mom. I bought her a white rose when i met up with her at City Hall. It ended up in my bag later -.-ll &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting t embrace white roses. I think it's beautiful! I thought i would go shopping but i ended up buying nothing. Shit, saw this really rad sunnies and skinnies. I'm wondering why i hadn't bought it. Awful habit, regreting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy asked me out for a movie while i was out with my mom. I feel so bad rejecting. Is like the 3rd time this month, it's awful how a friend makes and effort for you but the timing is never just right. He takes Philosophy, not chemistry. So i think we can take that into acct, Childhood buddy, we ain't got no chemistry yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i kept setting off alarms when i walked in and out of stores. I think there is a barcode lost somewhere in my bag. Is mortifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted t eat cheesecake for dinner but settled at The Soup Spoon. It's so good! That's why i'm telling you NOW, patronise it, If you love soup and you love mushrooms, you should eat it with tabasco.&lt;br /&gt;I tried on jeans, 27 was too big, 25 was a bit tight. they had no 26, but at least my hips isn't like a cow, so really, it's all about mental (:&lt;br /&gt;RI and Topshop didn't have anything good either. But we walked a lot and settled down at Gloria Jean's for coffee and started talking. Love my mom, other than the days that she screams at me to pick up after myself, i'm still glad i got a cool mom when you can talk t her about first kisses and sex &lt;b&gt;in general&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i bought earring and assecories for myself and friends. and chocolates from The Cocoa Tree and Marks and Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad happened t have a wedding dinner at CHIMES so he swing down t pick us up at 10. i was rooted about not going home early since this is the first weekend i can actually waste my time away without an inch of guilt so we went down to Terminal 3. Cool yo? I got awesome folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal 3 feels more commercialized. It was packed despite the timing (11pm!) but i had a great time with my parents. I annoyed my dad and he laughed and said &lt;i&gt;Now i know why some animals eat their young&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i wanted t dieeee laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pimple hurts, i think i should sleep with my face on the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me about the seventh adventist church just like FLDS in the book Lixuan loaned me. I got quite disturbed by it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is scary that Love is a psychic &lt;3&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;Oh yes, going out with Vanessa after church tmrw to Bugis. I think it's really about the quality time together and finally a decent date out with her from afternoon till night (: &lt;br /&gt;She is such a fish head, i swear she goes t Square2 and claims is exciting. I want t die a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really looking forward t Sports Camp on Monday, that's half my holiday gone and i've t go back t schl for lectures and training. Holiday is just a mere reason for the teachers to catch up on their sleep&lt;br /&gt;Like Mdm Azah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can never ask for too much cos i'll travel the world just t feel your touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch sight taste like fire (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6506681605901795686?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6506681605901795686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6506681605901795686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6506681605901795686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6506681605901795686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-it-in-this-love-song.html' title='Say it in this love song'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8366360338286450368</id><published>2008-03-07T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:22:20.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you talk to me &lt;br /&gt;I swear the whole world stops &lt;br /&gt;You're my sweetheart &lt;br /&gt;And im so glad that you are mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge sore throat is never a good way t kick bang your holidays (wait, HOLIDAYS?). Been sleeping at midnight and getting up at 5 in the morning just t mug for whatever scumbag tests that when i think back, i should have just gone back t dreaming about &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams seems t be rather eccentric since i haven't hung up my dream-catcher since i moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back our 'A' Level Chinese today [insert LOSER face], nothing compared t the anxiety of the J3's but i think JJ is seriously screwed if they think 40 odd people getting straight distinctions is an impressive feat.&lt;br /&gt;= to hitting us with reality that we have t study,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made the whole J2 cohort sit in LT5 and watch the buzzing activity going on in th hall. With the system where u can send an sms and it will be broadcast. Someone went t send in "DONT WORRY, THERE IS ALWAYS A POLYTECHNIC" Please, everyone laughed, its not that poly is a bad thing but imagine slaving away and slogging your guts out u go into another institution as an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like eew please.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone send in "DOTA RICHIE 1v1" I think guys are crazy extreme gamers, you always see the e-gaming room full of psycho killers :D&lt;br /&gt;I had good view in LT5 btw ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Chinese result. I was just stoning at it, but after i realise i can still qualify for Uni without retaking, it is definitely a delight t say that chinese for me is history! I wont retake it so don't u guys dare psycho me unless i'll go up 2 grades but is still just as pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Joel totally laughed at me cos they know i was just as horrid back in sec schl&lt;br /&gt;The rest was "ARE YOU OKAY???" Haha, i'm fine my loves. and no i'm not in denial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach totally "I GOT AN EEEEEEEEE" for Chinese. Urgh! I still remember when we took the exam last year we were exchanging &lt;I&gt;ohhh we're so screwed&lt;/i&gt; faces across the hall. What utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa called and i laughed and screamed into the phone. She thinks i gone mental :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSAC finals with Soccerettes made my day! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, Jingwen make me wanna keep hamster again! Someone gave her a hamster and it was so adorable i was playing it all aftnoon. It slept with it's 4 legs up. How smart is that! I bet is dreaming on walking on air. We called it LORRY cos JIngwen looks like she drive a lorry when she plays soccer.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had soft noughat and apple juice which i totally dig cos there was full of pulp today.&lt;br /&gt;Went down t Holland Village t meet my class for dinner. Initially wanted Settler's but it was full house so we just went Swensens, (i think the icec-cream totally made it worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no place t go after dinner so we went t the playground nearby t slack.&lt;br /&gt;Blind mice was sooo stupid :D You see 3 morons with eyes closed and hands out like those cheenafied vampire shows trying t catch us. Eventually we settled down t chat and i got t know a great deal about them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw, i don't want t do gym-work. (And i'm going shopping and a good meal with my mom, i feel bad cos i haven't been talking t her much these days)&lt;br /&gt;Out with Vanessa on Sunday and that's why u call it sunday! She brightens my day with rays of hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA, that's stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8366360338286450368?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8366360338286450368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8366360338286450368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8366360338286450368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8366360338286450368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-talk-to-me-i-swear-whole-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-3505485488838769365</id><published>2008-03-06T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:41:34.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tzer send me this msg during GP which made me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dont need the world right now, cos ALL I NEED IS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are just ADDICTED T ME as i am addicted to you,&lt;br /&gt;so let's head up t the HEADLIGHT DISCO now,&lt;br /&gt;cos we have a LONG WAY TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I'M GONE, don't be sad cos i'll definitely be in the FLIPSIDE,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you&lt;br /&gt;Even MARYJANE and JENNY know that i'll never be GETTING OVER YOU&lt;br /&gt;cos that will be THE REASON WHY i feel EMPTY inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd i replied her with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT IF it is the TIME TO SAY GOODBY.&lt;br /&gt;baby i don't want to lie, cos this is not the END,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always have you as this friend&lt;br /&gt;cause we're HOLDING ON, it ain't like no ordinary porn&lt;br /&gt;NO LOVE for me just to SAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;loving you makes me such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;so TAKE MY HAND, i've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're RUNNING OUT OF TIME, &lt;br /&gt;baby you'll always be my bitter lime&lt;br /&gt;I CAN WAIT FOREVER,&lt;br /&gt;cause of hearts is as strong as metal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click 5 and Simple Plan fans &lt;i&gt;luhhhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? Soccerettes have been randomly dropping song lyrics to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Be it goofy or heartfelt sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;Its LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get a short 20 minutes sleep before i had t drag myself t school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt the FABREGAS kiss me yo :D&lt;br /&gt;OHMYG, i swear it's awesome. So anyway Brenda had to go ruin it by saying she also wants and he kissed her on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Dinner tmrw and ISSAC finals&lt;br /&gt;coolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-3505485488838769365?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3505485488838769365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=3505485488838769365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3505485488838769365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3505485488838769365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/tzer-send-me-this-msg-during-gp-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7705408026671991156</id><published>2008-03-05T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:09:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/F1040002.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight i fallen and i can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands t come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night i miss you i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And all th stars are holding you tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fabulous day in schl. Awesome much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is in a great mood these days. We're gonna go shopping on Sat aft my training.&lt;br /&gt;[Which means a whole day out with Vanessa on Sunday]&lt;br /&gt;And she wants t order in pizza for dinner tmrw. Looks like i won't be studying with Desiree and Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology tmrw, another morning of getting up at 4am with 3in1 coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Operons, virus, prophages&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio makes me happy, i wonder why i dont ever pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Tzer run out of class today. I miss you too much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7705408026671991156?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7705408026671991156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7705408026671991156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7705408026671991156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7705408026671991156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/loving-hands.html' title='Loving Hands'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-704049463844538775</id><published>2008-03-04T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:15:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God does work in amazing ways, in my previous entry when i read Eccleciates, i was wondering why i flipped t that chapter instead of Mark which i was reading the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, And a time t laugh&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, And a time to throw away&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, And a time to sew&lt;br /&gt;A time of war, And a time of peace."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad the misunderstandings were cleared, to explain whatever doubts you have and giving myself t apologise for the things that i wasn't enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school was hilarious with Soccerettes,&lt;br /&gt;Tzer messaged me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You look so &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt; today,&lt;br /&gt;when you're sitting there,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard t look away,&lt;br /&gt;So i try to find the words that i could say&lt;br /&gt;and the distance doens't matter but you feel so far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got round t replying with rhyming words&lt;br /&gt;i replied Tzer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt;, you're beautiful it's true&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in my chicken paste&lt;br /&gt;and all i can think is poo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap thrills, lively spills.&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-704049463844538775?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/704049463844538775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=704049463844538775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/704049463844538775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/704049463844538775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-does-work-in-amazing-ways-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6191053337978978909</id><published>2008-03-02T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:15:44.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling, no kidding you really played well. keep gg love. i know you're studying but rest early alright. doctor smile but medicine is really horrible. do take care love and God bless you tons. Oh yeah, all the best for your tests too! love you see you tmrw sexy ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chris! Love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt;. And i'm not too late (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked t Benjamin and we talked about God.&lt;br /&gt;Shared with him what i was reading today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Everything has its time, a time t mourn, a time t dance, a time t weep, a time t heal"&lt;br /&gt;Eccelesiates 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me Psalms 23 and i feared no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about wanting t be a pilot, so i presumed he took Physics and he took Biology -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;I asked him was he intending t fly into a girl's heart and he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i think i have a tumour in my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;It looks fine but it hurtss&lt;br /&gt;I want t dig it out. TSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6191053337978978909?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6191053337978978909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6191053337978978909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6191053337978978909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6191053337978978909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/darling-no-kidding-you-really-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4503819666682625910</id><published>2008-03-01T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T05:14:32.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Sight Taste Like Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes the one t shake you down?&lt;br /&gt;Each touch belongs t each new sound,&lt;br /&gt;Say now you want to shake me too,&lt;br /&gt;Move down t me, slip into you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0474.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Huiying's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this birthday, i learnt how to hug. :D&lt;br /&gt;i think i might lose count of age soon.&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that i couldn't help but laugh, i used t remember HY cringing everytime we swoop down and give her massive hugs, now she'll find us readily :D&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will i learn this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school early on Thurs t spend the rest of the afternoon sleeping. Had pasta at this great place at night. The chocolate brownie is THE BOMB (:&lt;br /&gt;Ended up skipping schl on Friday, met Love after her lessons ended t Vivo on a Leap Day (:&lt;br /&gt;I did something good nd when i told everyone they all went DONT BLUFF. Vanessa even asked "Is that a trick question?"&lt;br /&gt;OHMYG, T3 this sat! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good t splurge yet again. We ate Marche, we shopped for a bit, i got my chocolate milkshake. We shopped again. After that we had chocolate banana cake at Secret Recipe. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the food intake is equilibrium with the actual distance we covered at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i was a satisfied shopper at th end of the day (Stockings from Topshop, hangbag and belt from F21, this top from an obscure place, notebooks for friends, earring stand, earrings and fairy necklace (T. &amp; I each have one!), bananas)&lt;br /&gt;And i still left enough for street soccer shoes! See why i'm happy? I started rambling online at night which sucked cos i got sleep deprivation th next day, NOT GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want t go Sentosa during the holidays but with Sports Camp and block tests when schl reopens, IT JUST SUCKS T BE EIGHTEEN AND NOT DOING WHAT JUVENILES ARE MEANT T DO!&lt;br /&gt;Theresa talked till her sweet fell out her mouth. i saw that you unglamorous girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb001.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb008.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb010.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb011.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb013.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb032.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy called and asked if i had gotten the Simple Plan album. [insert mortified face] He wanted t get for me or PS I LOVE YOU the novel. That's so dumb, anyway he booked out early that Friday and wanted t meet up with J a little later but i hope another good opportunity comes by again. BROS OVER HOES (:&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;i&gt;mahh&lt;/i&gt; homiezz yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo0280.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my girly girls. Match against VJC at th East today, We won them 1-0! Could have done better. Chris take care of your foot and Tzer was like my superhero.&lt;br /&gt;I played like motherfreakinghowonearthliketotallydisgustedwithmyself in the second half. I swear i'm going t clock on 10 rounds every day.&lt;br /&gt;A Div coming, i hope our hard work pays off! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t IMM with the girls afters, I had pasta again! Haha, Did i tell you i feel rather fly??? (:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should eat pasta again tmrw with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0469.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember every CNY we would ride bikes around Guilin View and hang from the monkey bars. Erts, i think we're too old for that. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thank you random people who drop me random messages. My week was blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earring stand. (Note: the real reason is to make you guys believe my room wall is Pink.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0485.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think is kinda a rip off cos it can only hold like 1/5 of my accessories.&lt;br /&gt;Make that 1/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIIEEEE, I think i'm becoming a paranoid mugger.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for A's to be over. I should take up a class, cooking perhaps. I mean, i can't even fry an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/vivo29thfeb026.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4503819666682625910?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4503819666682625910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4503819666682625910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4503819666682625910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4503819666682625910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/touch-sight-taste-like-fire.html' title='Touch Sight Taste Like Fire'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1769152751751694800</id><published>2008-02-27T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:59:08.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could make me a better person, you could&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is I must have done something good&lt;br /&gt;You came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is I must have done something right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you know you're more to me than what I know how to say&lt;br /&gt;That we have got something real good going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1769152751751694800?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1769152751751694800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1769152751751694800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1769152751751694800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1769152751751694800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-anyone-could-make-me-better-person.html' title='Hello you,'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5233094127343365296</id><published>2008-02-26T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:33:41.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette Lighter Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are raw as hell &lt;br /&gt;From biting on them just to stay awake &lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm gonna need them &lt;br /&gt;You won't be around &lt;br /&gt;To see them bleed and break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/ballerina.jpg" height=200 width=140 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in CBean does have it's benefits,&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;i&gt;Rockstar&lt;/i&gt; asked me if he had the voice of Franz Ferdinand.  Cliche as it seems, i couldn't help but grin cos it was the voice of a rockstar, my rockstar. (:&lt;br /&gt;Right, Love? Let's continue being regulars there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of my own shadow while walking home, what a loser i am, and it's all Vanessa's fault.&lt;br /&gt;You BETRAYED me! HAHAHHAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Yiting and Huiying, Happy Eighteen! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'm going t Vivo this Friday with Love despite the 2 major tests next week. You just got t accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lixuan, Brenda &amp; Tzer surprised me with a magnet that says&lt;br /&gt;"MY IDEA OF HOUSEWORK IS TO SWEEP THE ROOM WITH A GLANCE"&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched with a slight tinge of defensive,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how disorganized i am, i still can find my things! Such as my love you you guys! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/womantrb3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, I WANNA DIE LAUGHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5233094127343365296?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5233094127343365296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5233094127343365296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5233094127343365296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5233094127343365296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/cigarette-lighter-love-song.html' title='Cigarette Lighter Love Song'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7263501785167775132</id><published>2008-02-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:39:08.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struck by you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well I’m not paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you move&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re standing still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC04155.jpg" height=280 width=190 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When style meets substance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF? About 5 more tests before the term closes, How fast! Not complaining though. I haven't properly towned or vivo-ed which is a major record for me, maybe i'll turn just as mental as i did before the O's where i'll dress up and study at home. Erts,&lt;br /&gt;I totally flunked my 2 lecture test. I know i screwed up Bio cos i had a mental block that day (who can blame? 4 tests in a day!) but Geog i actually failed by one mark when all i did was crap. Literally, i did not study. which actually also proves a point how what a whore my teacher is cos she failed me by one mark on essays. Daria cheated on her Q1 and got a fat 0 for it while she crapped the second and got a 5. What a let down, too bad we ain't boys with big penis so our teacher would notice. Sorry, i'm being literal here but everyone says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00163.jpg" height=280 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me ride my sexyaae Vespa. I only cost me S$399 and comes in red, green and blue! &lt;I&gt;HUA SUAN SI LE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, you can ride on the pavement :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00159.jpg" height=200 width=280  border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new red Best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00160.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was freakin' candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00162.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this couple watching us cos we were watching them make out in a toys store where kids aren't suppose t watch.&lt;br /&gt;Watch much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Chailing! She had an awesome birthday cos the schl treated everyone canadian pizza, kfc and macs cos of the Youth Olympic Games. I was making Jing super guilty eating that Mac Chicken cos it's like hello, so not meant for her. Brenda was so scary, i was holding a chicken drumstick in my hand and she just snatched it and bit and pulled it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just stared, shelled shocked. Like some deprived teenager. Half the canteen sang for Chai and i tipped a water bottle over and before th water spilled i flicked it back and ended up spraying myself totally drenched. Some left for home, nationals selection. Love and I kicked the ball around on the field for a little bit before we settled on the track and just watched time fly. Feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up guilty ditching Timothy, cos he could only meet me around 8 (stupid army seriously),which was pretty much pointless and i couldn't go home late cos of training the next day. I owe him BIG TIME, which is a few Sats from now, don't see it really happening cos i'm just too busy with i dont know what shit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Desiree and we had KFC, (OHMYG, super unhealthy day PLEASE!). Love her trillions and talked a lot. Stop skipping schl! Take it from me, Ehm, retarded stuff happened. Vanessa was suppose t join us t catch PS I LOVE YOU, and we told her 6.45. when she called us at 6.30 she was waiting for us at Jollibean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU (des was still craning her short little neck t look for the bamboo pole)&lt;br /&gt;Van: HELLO, LIKE JOLLIBEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, we realised we were at Jollibean, but D and I were at Jurong Entertainment while Van was in Westmall. PLEASE! We totally forgot t tell her the venue! She got sp pissed saying she didn't want t go anymore and you know Vanessa's horrid temper. Des and i were passing the phone back and forth like some hot iron,&lt;br /&gt;eventually she came. We bought her white and pearl roses and when she came out of the control station we went on our knees and propose t her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the lifesaver, she couldnt help but grin :D&lt;br /&gt;See? And we weren't late for the movie and had free popcorn. ACES! The movie was a sobbing affair. I cried nearly throughout. It was a weeping affair with me and my uniform sleeves. Des went "OH NO" at one point of time the whole cinema turned.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, was 9ish then and Des was grounded so we took shots and went out seperate ways. I'll upload soon! My phone sucks balls &lt;i&gt;lahhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/SPM_A0068.jpg" height=180 width=280 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw, Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7263501785167775132?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7263501785167775132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7263501785167775132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7263501785167775132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7263501785167775132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/struck-by-you.html' title='Struck by you,'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2207159803394351473</id><published>2008-02-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:07:43.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7063.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love acoustics with every bit of my bitter heart, but i love the people in my life even more. i'm quite the sucker for romance (think: the notebook) and yes i can talk about anything like, moisturiser or some shit for like ten minutes and still have a lot to say. i get a bit obsessive compulsive when it comes to food (ie. i can eat the same canteen food for like an entire month, every single day without fail, which is like.....damn weird.) I'm awfully fickle and change my mind a couple hundred times a day but that's okay, because we can kill them all suprising thrills. I don't make sense most of the time, but if random's your type then read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tub of &lt;b&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;/b&gt; strawberry cheesecake for lunch with my two honeys :D&lt;br /&gt;PC was cancelled due t the Youth Olympic Games [like half the schl went and it literally became a ghost town]. So when we should be running and burning of stubborn fats that wobbles and jiggles, we had a 700 calorie diet lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went t the petrol kiosk nearby and i think we are UGLY singaporeans siallll. Couldn't even wait t settle down we started digging in on our walk t the void deck! Daria was so excited she flicked one dullop onto Cass face! Ahhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sick during training. I'll never eat ice-cream before training anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I think all my lactose was bubbling under the hot sun or whatever shitzzzzz. Coach gave us a wake up call and i was yelping when i pulled the tape off my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;My ankle is like spoilt alrd, I can run and twist it and i can just wedge it back in my socket without even it being swollen&lt;br /&gt;Like me being graphical??? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice called and her exams ended! But we promise t go out aft 3 weeks when her attachments and my test ends! Love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited; EUTROPHIC! PS I LOVE YOU with Timothy tmrw, i don't know is the movie or company, I think is both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiles, smiles, You light up my day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2207159803394351473?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2207159803394351473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2207159803394351473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2207159803394351473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2207159803394351473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-acoustics-with-every-bit-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1841506399001600177</id><published>2008-02-19T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:02:40.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof &lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed &lt;br /&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof &lt;br /&gt;My love is alive not dead &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was whining t Theresa today that moving is such a hassle cos during the process, you'll bound t misplace the most random objects. Such as my shaver (How dense am i?)&lt;br /&gt;My legs are due for a shave real badly so i eventually got shavers from Watsons and when i was shaving my legs just while ago, i cut myself. and oh! Another point taken, my family lost our first aid kit while moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i found real ancient ones (Y'know the type that leaves cotton-y dirt after your rip it out). Tmr i'm going t invest in Garfield or Disney Princess plasters. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;When you call, my heart stops beating,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA trial and Math Test, Mr WEE loves being so calculative over AP marks. YUCKS, is not even counted. But i heard he is the nicest man, i hope he passes me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA trial was a total flop. My benzoic acid couldn't filter through the cotton wool while everyone was 2 steps ahead of me. I was &lt;i&gt;OH SHIT&lt;/i&gt; and i took the metal spatual t loosen it and i saw swirls of rust contaminating my acid.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate. I can't afford t screw up this Chem SPA, the last one i exchange the HCl and NaOH with the pipette and burette. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raied crashed JJ to celebrate Alex birthday, i said a nice hello :D&lt;br /&gt;I think his ass became bigger. Laughs. I got damn pissed with my tutor at night. He makes me feel STOOPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked t Bernice during my Math Tutorial, YUCKS, like what is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vanessa after schl, Although it was a 3 mere hours at Westmall just walking around and CBean-ing. Hell, it'll never fails t make me smile. I don't think we actually stopped talking. We were just rambling on and secrets secrets! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake for the first time through the entire Geog Lecture thanks t Ernest ORANGE lollipop. Jingwen constantly reached over t suck on it once i took it out of my mouth. So gross please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cbean at night studying with 2 Theresa. It was productive as usual. I wish i have all the moolah in the world t splurge it on cheesecake after cheesecake. They say as you grow old you lose your sweet tooth. I think i grew a whole range of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fahrun on the way home and we bus-ed back together [Eh, you damn scandalous eh, but my friend say ... damm hot (:]&lt;br /&gt;He ended walking with me t my block and we stood under my void deck catching up for an hour and still much more t say. Yes yes, call me when you come and play in JJ. You know i actually thought Fahrun died? So MIA, even though when people are sent into exile, you're suppose t have shaggy hair, he was like, HALF BALD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose t town with Soccerettes after school. But we had our own respective tests and piles of hwk so we (Jas, Chris, Turtle, HY) just headed t JP,&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY, i kept laughing on the way there because.. (content too explicit)&lt;br /&gt;Saw Tzer cos she was there buying her Nintendo DS! (no red though! TSK) Shopped around and did really retarded stuff in ToysRus. ZOMG, there was this couple dating there their eyes kept darting towards us and i wanted t gorge their eyes out LUH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose t have dinner with PX, Zach, Theresa and Kenny at the Food Market but the schl had this YOG thing that made half the attendance. I went home early t watch GREYS (my early means 6pmish) and catch up on homework&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;That's schl life for me. The class is getting funnier and funnier. We upgraded from a library t a canteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOUYOUUU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my week ends just as well, &lt;br /&gt;Tmrw's training and on Friday PS I LOVE YOU with Timothy. I miss mugging and hiphop classes with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HEY YO :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1841506399001600177?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1841506399001600177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1841506399001600177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1841506399001600177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1841506399001600177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/rain-falls-angry-on-tin-roof-as-we-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4614726894526149193</id><published>2008-02-16T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:13:50.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street; &lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars beneath my feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/victorias_secret_fashion_show.jpg" height=240 width=180 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda Kerr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me so Hot, make me wanna drop&lt;br /&gt;Right, T.? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Qianhua this morning at the MRT, i think i hugged her one time too many, too long too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;But she made all my earlier worries ytd go away cos i know no matter, she is a friend that will last despite our constant petty bickering in Primary school. i love you. And Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed street soccer this morning t recuperate :D&lt;br /&gt;Lixuan sprained her ankle. Suckkkkssss, take care baby! I went studying with Love at Burger King, marvelous suprise Bernice nd Joseph was there studying too.&lt;br /&gt;But Bernice t study? She was busy poking me t talk cos she was the table beside. Fell t my knees t temptation. Caught up with her. (With Jospeh in the background doing air actions t memorise Maritime exams. &lt;i&gt;RETARD&lt;/I&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer girls dropped by (Lixuan limped and gave her first kiss away!). Mugged hard with love, and we rewarded ourselves with Subway for dinner. I wanted t stay out late t study with Love, i wanted t join Emma &amp; Issac at Haji Lane BUT, i went home t play Gameboy with my sister. And she trashed me.&lt;br /&gt;[insert mortrified face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallked t Bernice late evening till now?(1.34AM)&lt;br /&gt;We discussed our yearly CLEO most 50 eligible bachelors. She is super smug that i lost my 2007 issue cos this year totally suckked. Th guys are like.. But i'm gonna trade my 2006 issue with her for 2007 cos the men comes with cars. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about this guy in my Math Lecture that digs his nose and rolls his booger around. (SICK!)&lt;br /&gt;Bernice:&lt;i&gt; I used t play &lt;u&gt;BOOGER&lt;/u&gt; with Jason's bro and i always win him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; EWWWWWW!!!! LIKE HOW?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice:&lt;i&gt; Like that luh! I formed words in th fastest time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt;WHATTT??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised she pronounced Boggle as &lt;i&gt;BOOGER&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, we literally laughed till we cried. I MISS FUN TIMES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and laughter aside, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me in&lt;br /&gt;to see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;to get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong my love, cause you're a fighter. And i love you for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll trade black stockings for a social butterfly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots with my hot date (V. Day practically lasted a week and a half for me i swear!)&lt;br /&gt;!2 years and i'm still loving you despite you rooster that chased me around your house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump shots sucks ballssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7052.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7054.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello i miss you quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG7063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time we held hands when we braved through the dark toilets together?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/hands2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd agst Arsenal, what a utter letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Heaven bent t take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Love was raw and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4614726894526149193?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4614726894526149193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4614726894526149193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4614726894526149193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4614726894526149193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/saw-world-turning-in-my-sheets-and-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8001983811448141050</id><published>2008-02-15T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:26:19.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds will heal, Scars will never fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to tell you something but you never understand&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we've been going around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;You look at me like a stranger in the streets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so drained this week. I fell asleep while reading a msg last night. Imagine that! Went home early for a good well-deserved rest. Lx asked if i was going t wait for them. i said no and i felt so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 4 hours and got a fever when i got up. Still, i went down t town t meet Nicole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward for the past 2 weeks. After much revolving around our busy schedules, today was the only perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a great time catching up. I fell head over heals with Mary Jane heels from Miss Selfrige. Tsk,&lt;br /&gt;Over cheesy lasagne and steak, we exchanged kooky stories and "life" lessons. Love you! &amp; yes, we'll show our grandchildren our photos  (Quick send me!)&lt;br /&gt;Is your Sweet Valley still with you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off with Desiree on the phone. Miss her truckloads,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish my love ones from secondary schl are here in the college with me t share my joy. And also, i always end up getting so frustrated when i have t divide my time between the two and for that reason, i don't spend enough time with both or the inability t stay in schl on certain days.&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Soccer Girls, I MISS YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want t help you, if you just let me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8001983811448141050?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8001983811448141050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8001983811448141050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8001983811448141050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8001983811448141050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/wounds-will-heal-scars-will-never-fade.html' title='Wounds will heal, Scars will never fade'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7061476402244028641</id><published>2008-02-13T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:24:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the turth. It is always ready to excue, to trust, to hope, and to endure what ever comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Corinthians&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0473.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, i realised I have not grasp the full perspective on Love after all. It's a strong word with many simple meanings. It pretty much means to be thankful for every simple thing in your daily lives and you'll find joy and love for the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=huge&gt;Happy Valentines's Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my loves! I look forward t it every year. Not only everyone is in the mood to &lt;i&gt;hey, show some love&lt;/i&gt;, but a u get flying kisses, hugs, goodies and &lt;i&gt;XOXO&lt;/i&gt; all around. I hope you guys like the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is an awesome one for me. Simple Plan made it all good. I pretty much got all th tunes in my head all the time. Lx and I played Simple Plan in the canteen on Verbal Huggets. Nyah! You lucky JJ people. I'm sharing good music yo, and i served my school! Hah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingwen &amp; I went down t Grange Rd for ISSAC Duty. Retarded waste of time. JW was grumbling "HAVE THEY NEVER HEARD OF FAX MACHINE?" I laughed like crazy. We went down sat for 2 hours just t get a stupid slip of paper. Afters, i dropped by my old house t get something and i waited 45 min for the friggin 66 to come. OMG, i was so damm pissed. I literally waited for the sky t turn dark. NUTSSSS&lt;br /&gt;By 30 min i was even more determined t wait for the bus cos i alrd wasted half an hour at th bus stop despite the other buses that kept on coming. So much for moving house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, and the min i boarded the bus, Pengxiang call me "HELLO! DO YOU WANT T EAT DINNER AT THE FOOD MARKET?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! Slap him lah, i waited so long for the bus to come my effort will be wasted. So i went home on an empty stomach cos i dont want t lose my face t a public bus. &lt;br /&gt;Next week i promise. He gave me a muffin today though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i tell you, My daddy damm cool yo,&lt;br /&gt;Last night he asked me t go t the room (In my subconcious mind i was OH SHIT, AM I IN TROUBLE). Then hello! SIMPLE PLAN WAS ON TRL! SO COOL PLS. Is call fate that my dad channel surf and he rmb i adore simple plan. So i spent the next 15 min snuggled up with my Dad drooling over Chuck, See? Meet the parents. CHUCK! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. I'm glad i'm single. I won't tear my head out cos there was training today. Initially, Theresa &amp; I wanted t head down to Indochine for martinis and shots but hell, training keeps us on our toes and we decided t blow our bucks on all american greasy Billy Bombers! I love their megawatt milkshakes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did i say burgers?? No, they choose t have those V day couple set meal and they did not serve my sourdough burgers. We waited in line for 45 min and t find there was nothing t eat, so we just had our milkshakes. Satisfying after a hard day of training :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so annoyed please. By the time we got out of Billy Bombers it was close to 9.30 and everywhere was either too packed or closing. T. had her Subway while i had a pastry from Delifrance. That's my V Day night for you. So hilarious, T. was so pissed with BB her whole face turned red and she stuck her middle fingers up her temples. And BB in JP does not have the greatest ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I get t spend it with my 13 other beautiful honeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't imagine spending V Day without you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got plentiful of hugs, kisses, CHOCOLATES, cookies, candies, letters, roses, helium balloon! Bernice was complaining that it sucks being single on V day, but i was quite thrilled about it, i felt like i didn't lose out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is the sweetest thing. She msged me th night before "Hello Elaine, pls don't skip schl tmrw cos i bought a cheesecake for your V Day present" We got tight while doing orientation together last year and after she was President she simply got too busy and i feel so touched that she remembered me. We may not hang out in schl but she is the type of treasured friend when you see her you feel as you've never been seperated more than a day apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan gave a cool note. It came with a rose petal and a note that said "Last night i broke my heart into a million pieces and here is a shard for you". How creative! Plus it was in a red envelope. How hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gave me perfume and a neat photograph of one of our many escapades! &lt;i&gt; We'll make The Great Escape&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lingdi gave me this long love letter in chinese. WAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the gifts my loves! All the effort and heartfelt love put into it. My bosom buddies that makes me feel that no one can be luckier than me. And Hello You, thanks for seeing something in me that i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i didnt have t go t schl tmrw, i can sleep in and meet Nicole in the evening which im totally psyched about! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Helium Balloons (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7061476402244028641?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7061476402244028641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7061476402244028641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7061476402244028641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7061476402244028641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7930018196621752006</id><published>2008-02-12T05:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:38:24.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE PLAN, MUCH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When i hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;It's drowning into whispers&lt;br /&gt;You're just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to take&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Spgroupsepia.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="2" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day came early this year for me. Why have one hot date when you can have five? :D&lt;br /&gt;Spent my last night listening t the radio interview, sooo hot i swear. Tonight Chuck is gonna be interviewed! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Kept grinning t myself the whole day. Tzer downloaded the whole album last night! I started t laugh and cry when i heard it her phone. I can feel my face getting heated up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new album is so good! I love the lyrics. Less punk but it is definitely deeper. I like "Save You" terribly. Is about Pierre's brother that died from cancer. Reminds me of Melissa, it's been a year and a half that she had passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is my superhero. (Relieved that training was cancelled) I met up with him. Studied at JE library, laughed much? (GRINS MADLY). Had pizza hut for dinner. I had my beefballs and he made it so unappetizing, Went back t the library, this time more unproductive, i was desperate in listening t the songs i used his notebook. SEE? NO DISCMAN IS LIKE HORRIBLE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Simple Plan, hearing them, going for their concert, their interview. They may not be the best band but they give of the best vibes and i love them like crazy crazy CRAZY ((:&lt;br /&gt;Wenjia! Yes! I miss you pulling my hair, i wish that night never end. Is hard t believe 3 years have past.&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;Schl has been great great, but mostly busy (in a good fun way). I wouldn't know what it would be like without all of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the CNY holiday, going from houses t houses with soccer girls (FINE!), big dinners with Emma and co. and all the pineapple tarts. Theresa &amp; I went back t the food market ytd cos i was craving for pasta, only t know that is close so i had my glutinous rice ball :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old place. But i hate it when i can absentmindedly go all the way t the guardhouse and go like "Oh shit, i dont live here anymore" and i have t find my way back t JE. Friggin' irritating.&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;i&gt;Another day without you is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won't stop bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;But i can wait forever&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7930018196621752006?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7930018196621752006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7930018196621752006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7930018196621752006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7930018196621752006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-plan-much.html' title='SIMPLE PLAN, MUCH?'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4271744527364449741</id><published>2008-02-10T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:29:13.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me."&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to finish the novel! So enticing!&lt;br /&gt;My CNY was fun. How was yours? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/victorias-secret.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Secrets 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4271744527364449741?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4271744527364449741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4271744527364449741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4271744527364449741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4271744527364449741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-chance-will-have-me-king-why-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8177224653614132454</id><published>2008-02-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:54:07.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the sickness you've got the cure&lt;br /&gt;You've got the spark i've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;And i got a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk out the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0448.jpg" height=400 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0445.jpg" height=300 width=d00 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my summer gift.&lt;br /&gt;Not just a soft drift of Anna Sui but a romance of friendships that last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Chinese New Year without a flash , of love and a surge of need so deep it went way beyond a craving for a good Subway Melt? :D&lt;br /&gt;I love MY CHRIS EVANS, it's a matter of heart palpitations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8177224653614132454?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8177224653614132454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8177224653614132454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8177224653614132454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8177224653614132454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-sickness-youve-got-cure-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1766756385829372180</id><published>2008-02-05T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:06:23.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Reuniondinner4thfeb055.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Connie! (I'm so sorry about th smushed sunflower!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny, i was walking out carrying the cake and this big gust of wind blew the candles out. XW &amp; I were ohnoohno and had t run t hide t relight it. Didn't make a difference cos it extingusihed halfway while we were singing the birthday song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion Dinner with Soccer Girls on Monday Night. I think we were so hungry inhaling all the food in less than an hour. Too bad, we train 10 rounds daily, we gotta bulk up on carbs and sugarcane :D&lt;br /&gt;I think the people in the Hawker got so annoyed with us with all the flashes and the big laughter!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot seem t upload any photos [insert annoyed face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Alvin. You don't have t sound so shocked that i remember. Laughs,&lt;br /&gt;You don't lead a pathetic life. I still bought you a fabulous present, but since we wont be meeting often, can i use it first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, Jalaine told me that Xiaowei wanted my no. i was okokay, give me her no first. I wanted t trick her. SMS is really a useful service&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello, you may not know me but i've been noticing you cos you were my OGL. I think you're damm pretty&lt;br /&gt;XW: Oh haha thanks, are u male or female?&lt;br /&gt;ME (OMG LOL): Male, i'm straight&lt;br /&gt;XW: What's you name..&lt;br /&gt;ME (OH SHIT, MUST THINK OF NAME RIGHT): JIA HAO&lt;br /&gt;XW: OHHH!!! Is it the one i play bball with ytd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, t think a Jiahao actually exist! Xiaowei, you feel cheated right?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest had his JJ match today and he always borrows permanent marker from me. Wanted t write PATIENCE on his left hand. I told him t write FAITH on his right hand, he said he couldn't write properly. Now, he told me after the match, coach told him that during the match he lacked FAITH. HAHAHA. I couldn't help but feeling bemused (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like closing down my blog, it's so uhm, i don't really blog. I just ramble.&lt;br /&gt;Self-Declared Holiday tmrw so that i can town with Vanessa :D&lt;br /&gt;It's been way too long. SWEENY TODD &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Reunion Dinner with my cousins and they are gonna stayover. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday with The TEN and Sunday with Soccer Girls, And V Day next week.&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is just about awesome w/o the fact that i haven't got new clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought a display cabinet and i stole one of the anitique keys as a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Rad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1766756385829372180?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1766756385829372180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1766756385829372180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1766756385829372180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1766756385829372180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-my-heart-set-on-anywhere-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4564818133702254551</id><published>2008-02-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:40:28.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lips can touch. Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i've got the sickness you've got the cure&lt;br /&gt;you've got the spark i've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;and i got a plan&lt;br /&gt;we walk out the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat relieved. That i'm not Rach or Alexis. They move house on an average of every year.&lt;br /&gt;No explanations there. Moving is &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i had my fair share of fun during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was good.&lt;br /&gt;Went t the new house t help out before i returned t school. The house was still in a mess, I started cleaning the bedrooms. When i cleaned one side t my satisfaction i started on the other side. And the wind blew the dust back t the original side of the room. It's like, &lt;i&gt;what's my point again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jethro crashed KK and he said he saw me in the canteen but he never say hi. I feel so unfriendly. Laughs. But at least this spark off a decent conversation that we didn't have for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded French freaks never come. Laughs. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Delifrace close down. They wanted t hit me after i made that comment. Anyway we played really gross jokes on each other (well, Turtle &amp; I were the guilty ones) I love Tzer expression! She just looked at her hands in shocked for a few seconds. I got headstart t run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was those retarded things The Ten used t play like where we would take their hands out point t the pinky as the house and the firestation as the thumb and the fastest way t extinguish the fire. They were so grossed out i spit into their hands! Thank God we're tight that none of them were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down t Westmall t catch 27 Dresses. Some old man was watching that movie alone. Creepy jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Show was not that bad, Love had a horrifying hilarious incident.&lt;br /&gt;She was in the toilet looking at her mirror and she propped her TYS against the mirror and it dropped into the sink w/o her knowledge. The worse thing? The water just kept flowing cos technology is so automatic and spoilt now. OHMYGOD. I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i skipped the match t haul things up and down the stairs. Dustbunnies were practically laxatives and i think my neighbours think i'm some kinda weirdo flattening cartons outside the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked t Vanessa on the phone yesterday. I was like eons? (not really, just last week) But hello! I was rambling on and on and i can always rely on her t make the accurate grunts and comments&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you beautiful girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4564818133702254551?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4564818133702254551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4564818133702254551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4564818133702254551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4564818133702254551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-lips-can-touch-here.html' title='Our Lips can touch. Here.'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-3792090033998869771</id><published>2008-01-31T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:22:39.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bracelets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wrote you a song, as cliche as it is, i think it came from th heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/21032500325627l.jpg" height=300 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got so much left to say,&lt;br /&gt;if every simple i wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm likely t fail it, but that(3 tests in one day) it's finally over. So i have piles of procrastinated homework long due BUT..&lt;br /&gt;Take things slowly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic week yet again. I can't really remember the details. Just a lot of mugging and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw will be watching the soccer guys match and going t catch 27 Dresses with Love and indulge in good food!&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Low asked me t work hard yet slack. She is full of irony.&lt;br /&gt;Moving Day on Saturday and i wont be able t play against Tanglin Trust. GOODLUCK GIRLS! I'll blow away the sun from the field from my new house!&lt;br /&gt;Soccer Girls are love. They are the ones that perk me up every morning and keep me laughing through th day.&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun today. It was weird when we practiced shooting on the right i took damn long t get 5 goals in and when we swapped t the left, a different story. I think Yiting let th ball in t make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;The bus took so long t come i only reached home ard nine-ish. URGH, i wanna WOmit pls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my vest and oh, did i tell you how much i dig the radio the minute i turn it on Simple Plan is playing. FATE SIALLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINA JUST MESSAGED ME AND SHE WENT LIKE "LOVE, THEY HAVE BUILT TO LAST IN CHINESE. WE MUST LEARN OKAY!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, WE SHALL AND KNOCK THEIR SOCKS OFF! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;Mom: You know  Julie damm strong, she broke a photo frame while cleaning it. laughs&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA, Okay, which one&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It's the pink one with a girl. dont know someone give you or jamie&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTH, IS I GIVE YOU LUHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, but she went t town and bought me Kitkats. So it's well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TEN, NEW YEAR IS FINALLY HERE AGAIN FOR US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/04-2.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Nitrogen Compounds. Here i go.&lt;br /&gt;Hit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-3792090033998869771?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3792090033998869771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=3792090033998869771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3792090033998869771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3792090033998869771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/broken-bracelets.html' title='Broken Bracelets.'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8316713361715719421</id><published>2008-01-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:44:19.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;b&gt;slow spinning redemption&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine ahead has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in so &lt;b&gt;mesmerizing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so &lt;b&gt;hypnotizing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment for forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;b&gt;one touch&lt;/b&gt; and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim&lt;br /&gt;Against the current&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was good today.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that this lady sitting next t me had this fishy smell. Sat next t Rachel which i ended up not listening t the message cause th only thing i remember fondly is of us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm contemplating blowing my last ten bucks on a big box of Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8316713361715719421?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8316713361715719421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8316713361715719421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8316713361715719421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8316713361715719421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/hope-dangles-on-string-like-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-3728461925989702436</id><published>2008-01-26T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:18:30.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Of You Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And I can't live if you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if you cry, &lt;br /&gt;But I can live without you if it makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see you rise &lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for you to shine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/40a2269dea9c8802.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday hadn't been good for Love. I can say i've been a bad friend. It really bugged me for those days that i couldn't be there for her. I'm in no position t tell her that i understand how she feels, how we understand what she felt. I always feel that it will rub into the wound. That's usually th case, so i just waited for her t come t me when she is ready. I wanted t give her words of comfort and encouragement, but i couldn't find the right words t say. I was also scared that i'll say the wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/LOVEGOLDFISH002--1.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, i know that those days sucked, but u proved yourself wrong. I'm proud of you and i love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve it alright? I'm glad things are much better for you now! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you!! &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;Sometimes, i don't understand why i'm deserving of fantastic friendship all around me. It's queer really,&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome supportive soccer team, tzer holding my hand before th match and tell me that it'll be fine and Chai teaching me volleys which i'm horrifyingly a spaz at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1_893150044l.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISSAC match against Overseas Family School&lt;/b&gt; today. I barely reached No.14's shoulder. They are really huge, i swear. When i saw her, i was like &lt;i&gt;WAHHH, CROUCH SISTER SIALLLL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost t them 1-0 during the second half. Nether less, we were still in high spirits cause all of us knew we played well. Before the match, Coach telling us that the hours they spent training cannot be compared t us, so it was really decent. Yiting had a lot of nice saves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone studded Tzer! Urgh, when i was icing her there was this huge red bump. Slap them man! They were really vulgar. They screamed FUCK YOU t Tzer! She was like WHAT LA (so singaporean! haha!) and continued t bash her way through. Laughs. I got a seperate incident of them wanting t FUCK YOU and i just smiled at them and said thanks.&lt;br /&gt;YATTA! I'm delirious, i got t steal balls, body check them t my content and kick away balls t my heart's content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soccer is Love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Left Mid, I'm so glad Chai did volley with me the day before cos i managed one! I was thankyouthankyouthankyou chai! LOL! Anyway, i played the first half for 30 min before i got sub-ed out. I was like SHIT, did i screw up??? But thankfully no, Coach think i was tired banging people down. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Was putting deep heat on my ankle when i saw an inverted Vanessa and Desiree! OHMYGOSH, i think i mentioned t them th match was long ago, t think they remembered! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;See what i mean true friends? They are all around me and always lasting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, it was Desiree that was so full of herself&lt;br /&gt;Des: YOU KNOW YOU KNOW, I WAS THE ONE THAT WAKE VANESSA UP&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm so proud of Des. Anyway they were so reatarded cos durng halftime they went t the canteen t get shade from th sun and they missed th whole second half. LOL, so much for watching me play cos i played during the 2nd half and they came late for the 1st half. Nether less, i can't tell you how much i am in love with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This match was really the match that i enjoyed in months, i admit i been feeling really sucky the past months cause i totally stopped improving and is just stagnant and it's real frustrating when no matter how hard you try, you can never seem t get it.&lt;br /&gt;At th end of the match, Coach said that this was the first he seen me aggressive in months. I just had t smile, i finally felt  good about myself in a long time. I really hope this is the start of something.&lt;br /&gt;And i think w/o the team, nothing else is worth gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tzer blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;elaine was good at the left wing too. but we both tried to head the ball together and ended up breaking each other's bones. i helped you elaine! now you can study better! ;D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAH! you know why you know why? cause my left cheek is bruised and i can rest my cheek on my hands and fall asleep while doing homework! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team lunch @ JEC after that. I had ice-cream!!! &lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Lixuan went downstairs for KFC. SNEAKY! i was giving them the TSK TSK finger when i went t buy ice-cream. Laughs, i'm no better i think. Went home with love and i'm glad we got t talk.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and rushed down t meet Alvin. Hello Bestie :D&lt;br /&gt;We studied, i think it was mostly me, he gave up and watched The Game Plan -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did the impossible! Well, i never did it before but we walked from Bukit Batok interchange all the way t my house.&lt;br /&gt;NICE (: I had a swell time walking back and laughing from start till th end. i think he honestly wanted t throw me out onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so nice! He pre-ordered Simple Plan for me! OMG, i want t sue LIME, he showed me the article and they were dissing SP like mad. I'm going over t their office and slam that issue on their foreheads, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Bestie tuning 18 soon, i wanted t get him a Fred Perry polo. When i saw the price ytd, i decided that handmade cards are more meaningful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Saturday for you. I hope yours was nice, but can't be as awesome as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was pretty much a fun day too.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole of Thurs night after training talking t Cheryl. If that wasn't enough i met her in town on Friday after my training (Thanks Chai and Ernest for training me!)&lt;br /&gt;We ate a bomb! She is ever so retarded, she doesn't really feel like a senior t me i swear. She is just crazy, but i'm glad i met up with her and we had a ball walking from one end t town to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot. One thing i appreciate her is that she doesn't treat you like some crappy 2 year younger junior, that's what makes us best of friends talking about anything and she can relate t a lot of stuff and we were laughing over our soccer experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Clare (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello Clare, how's the food in PS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, Merina and my cousins also called about their O's result. Cousins did very well. 10 pts and 7pts. &lt;br /&gt;I think i was picked fromt he Dumpster&lt;br /&gt;MERINA BABY! I love you. Don't be sad okay! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm going off t watch The Devil Wears Prada and get some studies done.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going t be crazy with all the tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t th new house last night! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going t blow up a photo of djokovic! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ana Ivanovic. My Aunt &amp; I thinks she is wooooo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-3728461925989702436?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3728461925989702436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=3728461925989702436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3728461925989702436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3728461925989702436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-of-you-tonight.html' title='A Picture Of You Tonight.'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-998333888234612251</id><published>2008-01-23T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:08:52.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can only stare at a Poloraid for so long,</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=huge&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say goodnight, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/P1010214.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Love, BUTCH WALKER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/dxc__mr608534.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/butchwalker&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole GP lesson in the computer lab stalking him :D&lt;br /&gt;He has the sexiest voice and i just am so in love with his lyrics and his sex appeal. Ryan Star is peanuts next t him! Please! I want t skip school and just stay on MySpace all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! I feel like a lovestruck teenager! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don’t wanna know if theres another part of me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna feel if im alive&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna smell the bed where you used to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna miss it again, miss it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ships In A Bottle.&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;Simple Plan album is out in stores on Feb 12 but Alvin is going t help me pre-order this Friday! What will i do w/o him! Laughs,   i hate hectic school life now, between balancing toblerone(NO ENDORPHINS) high homework, trainings and tests, i'm not surprise that i've yet t find the time t run down t Watson's for a pimple crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my face still has no battle wounds! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just simply busy and tiring, i'm starting t hate the fact that i dream cos sometimes i have situations where someone is running after me (or a shark swimming after me) so i get up really shagged from all th running/swimming th previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe January is soon over.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. I love after-school hours.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa was so angry cause she left her bag on th table and some retard put his bag over her bag so we spent the whole aftnoon after schl searching for her bag. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;And when i thought my schl can't get any weirder, we had Spring Cleaning Day today. What Th Hell, thank goodness my class is fun if not dusting away grime with my hands is just soooo. i won't do it for the schl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending my nights at Coffee Bean on days where i end early, (So i can eat my mudpie and :D at my MUDD)&lt;br /&gt;Laughs, I saw Alicia Low today and she is still a retard as ever. She is wearing PINK! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;She is still my lovable and cuddly buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first Malay lesson. Malay is so hard! So we just started every sentence with "selamat..."&lt;br /&gt; It just hit us so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 major tests next Thursday and Wed i'm suppose t help out with the ISSAC tournament. I feel so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Why should i care whether i can calculate which gender of a baby i'm going t pop out next&lt;br /&gt;Why must i learn the globalisation make the Earth round?&lt;br /&gt;Why must i calculate how many ways i can sit in a cirle, it's so simple. I'll just sit on all the hot guys lap!&lt;br /&gt;AND AND WHY MUST THERE BE SO MUCH WAR THAT WE HAVE T READ UP ON CURRENT AFFAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenzied.&lt;br /&gt;I love Vanessa! I can't wait for her t come over and we'll make cupcakes with lots of icing for V. Day! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what i'm rambling, I'm going off t sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going t print Butch's picture and stick it under my pillow tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;Like Love says, I'm over Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz i love the taste of red&lt;br /&gt;And you're stuck inside me&lt;br /&gt;Like a splinter does&lt;br /&gt;Drawing words on your back&lt;br /&gt;Spelling &lt;b&gt;you're my heart attack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-998333888234612251?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/998333888234612251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=998333888234612251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/998333888234612251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/998333888234612251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-only-stare-at-poloraid-for-so-long.html' title='Can only stare at a Poloraid for so long,'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4076802112242310248</id><published>2008-01-21T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:04:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil wears PRADA???</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me faster than the devil &lt;br /&gt;Run me straight into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Drowning deep inside your water &lt;br /&gt;Drown in love and memories &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/I_wish_I_may___I_wish_I_might_by_na.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 year olds are complicated people.&lt;br /&gt;They think too much, they obsess too much, they enjoy the faintest hint of paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i'm still 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my family is weird. Just a week before moving they bought a 1000 piece jigsaw t fix, It's as if we have a lot of free time in how hands. The ironic thing is the cocker spaniel of my sister fixed one whole chunk and the rest of us had trouble with color tones. Oh well, the ties that bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/collage13.jpg" height=400 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ten, are we meeting again this New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/n624039413_376235_6173.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Emma, Issac &amp; Leon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you beyond a reason why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke a measuring cylinder and got fairy dust instead of crystals, I'm glad schl is over.&lt;br /&gt;Went t Westmall after school today,&lt;br /&gt;Peiyu believes that i live in AMK, when she asked why i didnt go home with Tzer (my supposed nieghbour), i told her we had a fight. Until i pitied her and told her the truth that i lied.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay, sorry i lied :D&lt;br /&gt;PY: HAHA! I really believe that you guys fight&lt;br /&gt;Me: LAUGHS, NO! As in i dont live in AMK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got th damn cheated expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole weekend revolved around Alvin. Appreciated much?&lt;br /&gt;And he told me stupid over the phone! Urgh, but he makes a good gossiper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wels,&lt;br /&gt;I love frozen papayas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4076802112242310248?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4076802112242310248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4076802112242310248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4076802112242310248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4076802112242310248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/devil-wears-prada.html' title='Devil wears PRADA???'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-540406029557292844</id><published>2008-01-18T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:49:35.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/s640x480-1.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Backtrack on good times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He also noticed that it happened at the very&lt;br /&gt;lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered him and he&lt;br /&gt;questioned the LORD about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow&lt;br /&gt;you, you'd walk with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the most&lt;br /&gt;troublesome times in my life,&lt;br /&gt;there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why when&lt;br /&gt;I needed you most you would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son, my precious child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you and I would never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;During your times of trial and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;when you see only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;it was then that I carried you&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my friends, no matter the trials that we may face, always know that He will be whispering you words of faith and wisdom  no matter. Be it exams and your daily path, say a small prayer and he will be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalain got me a magnet today. It said Faith.&lt;br /&gt;That is th strongest feeling in every aspect of my life. Thanks my love for the sweet suprise. A small note and a magnet, it made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited painstakingly for 12.30pm t come. Chemistry Lecture Test went fine, besides that stupid mistake (i feel bad i didn't really study much the night before) . I hope i can get a decent pass. &lt;br /&gt;Waited for Love t end Physics. I hanged in th canteen with Noelle, Jalaine &amp; Suhailah&lt;br /&gt;Noelle PSP game looks like a nice fun water baby, I think girls are suckkkerrrs when it comes t computer games.&lt;br /&gt;Jalaine called ShiehYin but put th PSP t her ear. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down t Island Creamery. Abigail saw me there though i was pretty much clueless I had Black Forest and Reverse-O.&lt;br /&gt;Sinful yet satisfying! Went down t Queensway, i need new street soccer shoes and i really like the kids one but apparently i have big feet.&lt;br /&gt;Van, i saw your eyecandy again!&lt;br /&gt;Went t th Christian Bookshop and bought bookmarks, Overheard a conversation there where this lady passed away just before she was intending t be saved. Theresa was muttering wasted under her breath. Oh well, as long she has Him in his heart, i'm sure heaven opens it's golden gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back t Jurong Point t find th soccer girls! Anyway, Theresa and I were conversing in Chinese on th escalator and two ladies in front of us turned and stared like we were speaking gibberish. Then again, i think it seemed pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Tzer dragged 10 of us around looking for a damn wallet! -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;And Lixuan boxed Love eyes! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around sevenish cos i was falling asleep from a hectic nd sleep deprived week.&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw and a whole day out on Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Bean @ Holland V tonight and NO STUDYING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie likes t come up t me on Msn. &lt;i&gt;EHHH, YOU WANNA HEAR PJC GOSSIP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend not t dig it. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;He is just jealous i know more things than he does (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-540406029557292844?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/540406029557292844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=540406029557292844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/540406029557292844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/540406029557292844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/backtrack-on-good-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7581063061675329010</id><published>2008-01-17T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:56:47.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing to you just&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;A song for a heart so big&lt;br /&gt;God wouldn't let it live&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo56.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shadow Of The Day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole day reading Dear John, Nicholas Sparks. Super disgusted by th ending. Okay, so no one died in his book unlike what i predicted but there was really no major events, but i have t admit th literature got me hooked so i did not drop it down the book drop halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too absorbed in my book, not really sure what went on th whole day. I gave up and left schl early skipping Geog and PC, i figured i was busy reading in Math Lecture i might as well go home and finish reading. Said i had this emergency dental appointment cos i broke my retainers, is more plausible compared t the virus thats been going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i was sleepy from watching GREYS S4 till 1am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nice Bernice gave me an unexpected call. Apparently she was in Toh Tuck area and wanted t drop by cos she skipped schl,  was still in schl then so she came by t pick me up and went back t my house. Bernice was never an introspective person, that's why we had barrels of laughter back in Sec One where we sat together and did weird retarded stuff. SHE TAUGHT ME HOW T SING S.H.E! Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time laughing and lying on my floor soaking the air con on a hot humid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo11.jpg" height=200 width=150 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo25.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat tongues and pearly whites, you're mine t keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't too sure too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo31.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo34.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo36.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo47.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo63.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo64.jpg"height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo97.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Photo107.jpg" height=150 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so i love her, She's my Saving Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Theresa in the late evening t mug for tmrw's Chem Test,&lt;br /&gt;I had my Chicken Pie. Can't wait till Sat aft training where i'll go back there for pasta and Belgium Choc/Ultimate. I can't decide!&lt;br /&gt;But nether less, Island Creamery tmrw will be a treat for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7581063061675329010?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7581063061675329010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7581063061675329010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7581063061675329010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7581063061675329010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-sing-to-you-just-one-more-time-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6399609614248442540</id><published>2008-01-16T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:27:25.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can take a plane high up in the sky and fly for a million miles&lt;br /&gt;Write a melody so sweet, make a tear turn into a smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for their album t be released. Let Feb come sooner! (: Dad was kind enough t let me pre-order using his credit card. But i figure by th time it get here, it would have been out in stores at least a week. Oh well, patience goes a long way. Hopefully, the band don't push it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is damn cool is you have the ability t teach Chemistry over Msn. Point One for Darryl,&lt;br /&gt;C2H5Cl + C2H5CL -&gt; CH3CH2ClCH2ClCH3&lt;br /&gt;Tht's hilarious, but at least i can ease my guilt being online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Brenda! She is so funny &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;She has t hand in Assignment 12 tmrw, and she is looking for it cos she isn't sure that she's done it and hopefully luck will be with her. And she eats pig trotters! That's how digusting, all wobbly and jiggly. YUCK, it's like eating my fat thighs. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was aghast and was WHY BRENDA WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was lazy t remove it from my bowl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, so eating it is easier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my handphone in th dustbin when i had a wrapper in my other hand. It was until my maid cleared the thrash and return it t me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked t Love on th phone tonight and i felt better much.&lt;br /&gt;Training today was definitely tougher from th blistering and scorching sun, I desperately need t improve. ALVIN!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently leaving ball marks against my room wall is not helping (:&lt;br /&gt;Nether less, i still enjoy every training session. I don't know would this be the first exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa complained t Ambrish about the field, and the ruggers were training at th other end. Ambrish was like "You complain what! We share the same field. You think out side raining ahhh?" Haha, i found it hilarious, if not i'm just too tired t think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalaine is a sweetheart. She waited for my training t end. NICE SURPRISE. Went home together and we got Bubble Tea. Anyway, Schl is unreliable. On bad days they fill only half a cup from vending machines. Today it gave me not only a packet of apple tea but another packet of Milo. I gave my Milo to Suhaila(see? you're scary in seconday schl!)&lt;br /&gt;Sat at th coffeeshop for half and hour rambling nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics pretty much been okay. I really want t get into NUS,&lt;br /&gt;Got A's for my 2 chem tests, fall short of 2 percent from an A in Math (Though i'm certain i'm going t fail th current one) and U fro Biology (yet agn)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a nerd, i'm just focusing on what's impt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhong was complaining t me about DSS and her juniors, I told her since when was DSS reliable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay satisfying break, Off t hit my books.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Des &amp; Van &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6399609614248442540?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6399609614248442540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6399609614248442540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6399609614248442540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6399609614248442540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can-take-plane-high-up-in-sky-and-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4142814862015118416</id><published>2008-01-15T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:47:57.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it's real what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;There's no makebelieving&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/thSP_A0419.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello The Ten, Remember we got our Hennas done on the last day of O Levels at Little India and we had a hard time scrubbing off before Prom? I miss crazy moments with y'all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this song from Travis. So it's 1999, but just as classy as any 2008 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I told you a secret&lt;br /&gt;You won't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold it and keep it alive&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's burning a hole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travis, Love Will Come Through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my efforts of going online once a week, yesterday went t Litespeed t download lecture notes and i ended up on Msn chatting straight for 2 hours. How horrifying and appalling! So restrictions results in disastrous conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wound up borrowing Nicholas Sparks novel today. I'm a sappy person, i'll weep for his books. &lt;br /&gt;School ended early today (cus i skipped Cultural Studies)&lt;br /&gt;I was nodding off during th last lecture t a point when i woke up i had this aching headache from nodding too much. Not t mention looking horrifyingly stupid being unconscious. Cass is such a retard! She gave us NIPS chocs and wrote us a letter that says TITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Jeraine was one of them i talked t yesterday night. Much nostalgia, we've been friends for nearly 8 years and i pretty much lost contact with her comparing we used t spend nearly everyday together after schl in lower sec and in guides, talking t her yesterday closed all boundaries of oceans. Talking t her was simply blissful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 days have been good. Besides the rushing and mugging for tests after tests, I passed my Math Lecture Test. One percent away from an A, but i'm still pretty happy i passed. Decent headstart.&lt;br /&gt;Did crystallisation for PRAC yesterday. I was a frigging retard. Mine was alrd saturated and i still add more solvent and i couldnt get my crystals cos it took a longer time t evaporate the water. YUCK, and i had t stay back. When i got it done i was like YES YES YES, My pretty crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time this year heading back t CoffeeBean to study, not that i will get much of a chance cos moving day is soon. My house is super neat cos my parents are trying t rent out th place. I admit im a messy person, but at least i know where i place my things although in a disorganized way. Now th place is too neat t a point i lost track of things. I give up finding it altogether. Which, i have training tmrw, and no idea where my boots are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied till 9 in th night with Love. It was the productive! I did a lot, something that i can never accomplish studying alone. I'll fidget, stare at th wall, doodle song lyrics, flip a magazine. In Cbean, u just have t do your work cos ure cashless t eat anymore and you dont want t taint ur eyes with that disgusting Flirt (everyone calls him by that) behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's good! (:&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fahrun, Good for you FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw, as much as i enjoy it, is constantly draining my energy. I know it sounds silly t secretly wish that u get kicked out so i wont have t face with a choice. If.&lt;br /&gt;I need t get my As for university. &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;Tzer so funny today! She hates greentea, So anyway love bought greentea biscuits and everyone was ainticipating the look on Tzer face and she took one bite and "IS THAT GREEN TEA???"&lt;br /&gt;Still she finished it up, even i did not. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Jingxin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellymoo, Huiyi &amp; I spend out day doodling little clouds and birds like what we did in kindergarden. Only Huiyi's imagination is more aqueous, she adds fountains.&lt;br /&gt;Is so boring compared t my birds and picket fence. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hell stranger, You had such a beautiful smile today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4142814862015118416?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4142814862015118416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4142814862015118416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4142814862015118416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4142814862015118416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-its-real-what-im-feeling-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-1169648491601602157</id><published>2008-01-12T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:05:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I told you a secret&lt;br /&gt;You won't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold it and keep it alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/brendmechrislove.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i really hate China. It just had t screw up on th very last episode of Season 3. FREAK FREAK FREAK. It stops at th part where Christina eyebrows is gone and the screen went all wonky on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jason. I really do. Gone t NS on 10th Jan along with Timothy. Two important friends of my life is gone! You see, they won't read this till at least 3 months later so there won't be any expanding of heads.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights before J. left, he called and we ended up sitting by th poolside with our feet in th water and sharing a tub of Hagen Daaz.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;But never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel i've been holding back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like we were ignorant juveniles again except without the pushing of each other in th pool. It was a nice night with laughter slicing through the silence of the place we build many good memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby! I'm off t serve our cool red dot! Don't you miss me too much you hear! I'll miss you and when i eat instant noodles i'll think of many retarded moments together! We'll have a lifetime of enjoyment ahead of us! Study hard and cook white chicken for me when i come back. And don't steal my things!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn black for me homiez! Laughs&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn. Breathe. Cramps&lt;br /&gt;Training today was one of the worst i experienced. Sprinting of 3X400m, 2X100m and 5X30m. Our faces were like cringing in pain. And my ankle gave way yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Skills was pretty much cut short cos of physical and we ended early. I was absorbed in a good novel th entired day! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since i carry a bag pack around with a book in my face. It's like a NERD (:&lt;br /&gt;Really hope i can get into the main eleven but even if i dont, i'm still damn glad th team is the greatest source of joy in this 2 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet talk with Love after training nd went home for a quick bath and met Alvin at Westmall to study. I accomplished quite a bit and Bestie even help me with Chemistry. My whole day was pretty much wasted on Chemistry, laughing too damn hard about every single thing and wishing for more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us serviced Subway at 2 different outlets and Alvin finally settled on something besides Chicken Terriyaki. That is like 3 years ago! Anyway, i asked him this sensitive question and both of us got super flustered and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed, he did.&lt;br /&gt;Pressed my stomach, i had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day out with him and we went over t find Vanessa and waited for her t close the flower shop. Brought them t my new house but i couldn't find the key. They were so pissed! I annoyed Alvin a bunch of times with my retarded comments and got severe red welts. I swear he is super NOT man. But a fantastic best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Vanessa home and came back at 11 and i got so damn pissed with the freaking DVD player. Ho hum, i gave wakeboarding tmrw a miss cause Math is something t be said more worthy of my time. Shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO VANYO! I MISS WALKING HOME WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE LIKE STARS IN TH DAY, HAHHAHA THAT'S SO RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0388.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-1169648491601602157?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1169648491601602157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=1169648491601602157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1169648491601602157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/1169648491601602157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-told-you-secret-you-wont-tell-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4778811236074161718</id><published>2008-01-10T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:19:17.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/someday_you_will_be_loved_by_duh-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile&lt;br /&gt;To fall in your love is a place I could spend my life&lt;br /&gt;I know we could take on the world,&lt;br /&gt;Just You And Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic School Life. Mostly fretting about homework and weekly quizzes, Only manage t go online t get songs from pirate friends&lt;br /&gt;After school days is mostly spent at th field kicking balls around and have the time of my life with my friends. It feels like a blast cause of daytime studying. LOL&lt;br /&gt;They are the lighthouse t my soul (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that 07S26 is having a steamboat? My first three months class will forever and will be bonded! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i took this academic route. If i hadn't, i won't know great friends and have weird wacky afternoons with C and D, time spent with Love and all the retarded jokes with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed with Ernest and Alex. I dreamt about them and they got me in trouble with my mom in my dream! I was so tanked and they thought i gone crazy when i told them about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDE got into the bad books of Ms Loon, Laughs. not only we talk alot during her tutorials, we played with paper chromatography. You're suppose t drip drop of water and i sprayed the whole thing under running tap and it send Cass and Daria into squeals of laughter. We had t stay back -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped over a chair when Soccer Girls dared me t do something so it made the dare even more horrible but hey, i get a free subway right Brenda? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANY MANY FUNNY THINGS HAPPENED DURNG THE WEEK BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER! OH NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Open House. I bopped a ball into a poor J1 face after juggling 6 times. I feel bad but 6! It's so rare! (: Xianwen drowned in tears with a laughter. We had training and was convulsed in sweat and rain. Played match and i hurt my ear. It's really stupid t thrust your head up when you know u can't reach for the ball. Still, i mange t make myself look worse by a brilliant performance of Swan Lake by miskicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles ached from the horrible 110 laps under 10 mins from training, i still had PC the next day. And Jumping Jacks are the lamest thing ever invented. No wonder people go t poly t escape the unglamness of sweaty sticky profoundly sadistic teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vanessa on Thursday Night, BEST FRIENDS FOREVER NIGHT OUT &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;If a picture speaks a thousand words i have ten of thousands of love letters t write t her.&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me Famous Amos cookie/lollipop with an Orange Bow.&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was th Orange RIGHT? (:&lt;br /&gt;One of the best night outs since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0365.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0369.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0371.jpg"height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0388.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Wenjia's house after school t meet up with Des and her. It was soooo hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Her brother was at home. Lucky me (: But Des will never understand. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I studied and borrowed a novel from th library. Neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0401.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0411.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0415.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSCN0414.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw and thank God Alvin asked me out for a studying date or i'll be so screwed. haven't been studying till late in the night from playing with everyone after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want t escape.&lt;br /&gt;Escape t volumes of Nicolas Sparks and Jane Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much Sidney Sheldon, Probably will get killed in the 2nd chapter. But still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelia was so retarded during Biology, she asked "Does Virus have brains?"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed cause it just sounded so stupid and Melissa was so mean in replying that she has no brains. Ohmygoodnessgolly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really considereing closing down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seokteng, Yuhong and Zhiling jumped on me at the interchange. I must have jumped 10 miles into the sky. Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I told you a secret&lt;br /&gt;You won't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold it and keep it alive&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's burning a hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye My Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4778811236074161718?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4778811236074161718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4778811236074161718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4778811236074161718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4778811236074161718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-but-love.html' title='Nothing But Love'/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-839759096546280702</id><published>2008-01-05T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T07:33:09.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/JJnight.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" height=300 width=400 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and screaming in the stuffy hall w/ y'all makes the littlest things brighten my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello strangers, it felt good t see you guys once again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should be studying, I'm stressed i'm stressed, i need t relax. LAUGHS, that's rubbish cos i barely studied today.&lt;br /&gt;Training in the morning, dragged my sleep-deprived body all th way t Queensway at 8am in th monrning, i was still nodding off while putting on my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field was muddy today. The way i like it,&lt;br /&gt;Had t run 5 rounds around the field under 10 mins, i was stumbling over th uneven ground. I appreciate synthetic field back in JJ.&lt;br /&gt;Did ball skills training. I'm sarting t feel comfortble passing with my left legs. Improved on corssing over and out steps and ended with a friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I played less than 10 mins and went t shit :/ Nice? Laughs. But i learnt quite a lot from the sidelines cos Coach started explaining stuffs that makes you go OOOOOHHH, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawker with QSS &amp; JJ girls after training. Most of us had Meepok and sugar cane. I LOVE MEEPOK! The last time i ate it was secondary school? I remember going there after guides meeting, before school just t eat their Meepok and prata. SEE? i totally dig secondary school memories.&lt;br /&gt;Talking of which, Cheryl &amp; I chatted agn tonight and she send me this really &lt;i&gt;radical&lt;/i&gt; photo of me and her back when i was in sec 2, i look like i crashed from Hell. Laughs, i made her not put it on public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill looks like Bailey from Grey's Anatomy!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and watched GREYS till i drifted off t sleep. I woke up with the mood t study and my parents dragged me t see the new house. I pity the contractor, the house is pretty much ready except for painting and wardorbes and my dad wants t demolish more walls. Gosh, at th rate they are going, we'll never move in and when we do, it will be a one room flat and we'll smell each others breath when we sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them they were crazy, My mom just says our family is full of impromtu ideas, i should be immune t it. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and logged onto MSN and here i am real screwed. At least i caught up with Merina Alexis. She gave me this link t buy eye definers. (she is the wild one that nearly convinced me t put hair extensions last year!) Anyway, i told her i wasn't interested nd she insisted i did not view th link i insisted i did but i was not aware of the full details cos i look at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains why sometimes i have t take a step back and close my eyes, hoepfully if i wish hard enough, my homework will magically be completed and knowlegde will just zip into my brain and gets processed for useful industrial purposes for th future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netherless, i ad a nice time talking t her. I'll meet up soon with you! I promise. Eighteen this year! I told her i don't intend t go drinking cos i want t get perfectly sculptured abs so i can go for my 2 years dream of naval piercing. Means no situps for nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i think is quite ironic that Darryl &amp; I are on a regular friendship basis for th fact i know him during th trip t Shanghai so i just presume i will lose contact and just too bad, so it was nice t get a msg from him today. We tried t meet up. He asked for Monday, i said i end at 4, i asked friday, he said he trains from tuesday t sat, but possibly wed free, but that will be my training day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thrilling, So much for helping him t search for hot girls in JJ cos he says RJC girls isn't great. EBay here is better (:&lt;br /&gt;Year One girls this year is hot i heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERESA! Haha,&lt;br /&gt;I found my Polly Pocket! So darn fun, with the cinderella castle and the carriage and my Pound Puppies. I don;t really play Barbies cos dressing them up is too tiring cos u have t yank skin tight jeans up their rubber legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like th easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/steamboat28thdec036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" height=300 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds lame but it’s so true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-839759096546280702?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/839759096546280702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=839759096546280702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/839759096546280702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/839759096546280702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-wish-we-could-just-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2500654116226612445</id><published>2008-01-04T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:08:06.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;And she's dressed to kill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture001-1.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny hops around th tree and into th rabbit hole. That's how i learn t tie my shoelaces. I'm not really good with conventional ways of twisting your fingers together. That was when i was six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a first day. In primary one, i vomitted all over my Hello Kitty schoolbag in th MRT on th way t schl.&lt;br /&gt;I never really did like that bag anyway. So i'm a hunger deprived of a first day seven year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i'm bummed out that the holidays ended, first day of schl was great. I happen t like familiar faces a lot :D They make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The Year Ones were real pitiful though, staying late till 5-ish t RAHRAH, i remembered my orientation days, not Jealous of them.&lt;br /&gt;I rather be an OGL than a camper anytime. Many many OGLS, we crashed, Love and I stood at a corner t watch and suddenly Ernest saw us nd he suddenly pointed nd shout. "WHAT THE FUCK" really loudly and everyone turned t both of us within a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrifyingly embarrassing. And T. was faster in reacting by running away leaving me all alone. But heh, at least i got a chance t wave at holiday deprived people that i miss. Bryan gave us Haribo, how very nice nd everytime we see each other, we would shake hands while wishing each other Merry Christmas. He gets me up with th festive mood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting all sorts of comments on my new haircut, i like it anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;Zach says i block out sun and it was some random msg during lecture i laughed out.&lt;br /&gt;Daria &amp; Lea finds much joy in pressing down my fringe. But other than th rest was just shocked but liked my new China-doll hairstyle. They say i may pass Chinese if that's the case. Woo&lt;br /&gt;But most of them took awhile t realise it's me, what th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went for dinner with &lt;b&gt;The Ten&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was th highlight of the night. I finally got t see them and Desiree turned into a health nut which is damn scary. Anyway, i had t leave early cos i had this Math Test th next day but we ended up standing in th middle of Westmall laughing and chatting for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Push-ups and Suck Downs (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;I got home real late (still) but it was well-worth it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture002.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Best Friend, i think you're th best thing that ever happened t me.&lt;br /&gt;You're a sunflower and even if our charm necklace rust, it showed that we weathered stormy times (not between us!) but we will stay strong through the years.&lt;br /&gt;She is the best deal, knowing when i'm down, or chatting t the early hours of th morning, letting her cry on my boob at th back of class, long walks home, sushi buffet after tuts when there is half an hour left, sneaking t town, streetsoccer court hangouts over instant noodles. playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;Last whole year without you was really weird and annoying but hey, we made it through and still caught up with each other every other day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went SORRY SORRY SORRY before giving the gift t me. I saw it in a GUESS plastic bag i was OH NO, she kept apologising for being materialistic. I opened it and there nestled a brown COACH pouch in th box handsomely tied with a pink ribbon. It came with a letter but i only read it on th way home when i was alone and i couldn't help crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good life can be and how awesome that she is an important part in my life and how she place me in her heart. I love you best friend. And spending over hundred bucks on me, I'll repay you. Someway or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Westmall with soccer girls after schl on Tuesday t accompany Lixuan &amp; Tzer for their guitar lesson. Bren, HY, Chai, YT and I wandered around and i measure the pearls in th bubble tea. They insisted that i just wanted t drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they dragged me there, i was well on my way home t study and they say i will be lonely, i told them i'm a lonely child. At least i thought i did and they laughed like crazy until it took me while t realise that i said &lt;b&gt;orphan&lt;/b&gt; in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this three days, crashed Orientation since i wasn't an OGL this time but it was a blast running around blasting people with wet toilet paper and get drowned in soap water as well. Everyone was in th orientation mood. And i even saw Susian which way way too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind. I like JC life. Plus i've been doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Off t a brilliant start :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down t MJC for the match, it started raining, how retarded and th one hour train ride was pretty fast. Ehh, i gave up my seat for an old man :D&lt;br /&gt;And i walked into a wall on th way t the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND TZER nearly made me fall into the drain today. I'm so gonna try t break my curse this year. Can't afford t be a jinx. Really,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl called me, as in senoir girl guide cheryl my sex bomb full of awesome gossip cheryl. Laughs, Up t her usual nonsense she asked me t find her in Dunearn tonight (oh by which i feel bad turning Alvin down t go out today). Anyway, depsite th distance, i felt like nothing came btwn us and we started chatting in a very animated way. for me at least. And Coach was mimcking th way i speak. It got too annoying and i couldn't concentrate. I can't wait t see you next next Friday love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down back t schl for JJ Night.&lt;br /&gt;We are spoilers! When it was th time t be emo we were still laughing and screaming like crazy. If feel great like all your friends with you and around you. Christine, Qihui and Raied even came! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;Mass Dance was crazy, we forgotten all the steps and we just twriling around in our own circles. Turtle planted a big fat kiss on my lips and Jasmine totally reeled! It was so hilarious seeing her expression. I think my ears hurt from the screaming and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodworkout! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is say i dislike the school. It just meant th education system. Not the friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i pass my Math Test.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone up for Subway next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2500654116226612445?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2500654116226612445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2500654116226612445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2500654116226612445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2500654116226612445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-million-miles-away-and-shes-dressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7109534695708103552</id><published>2008-01-01T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:43:42.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He likes vampires and hit list radio&lt;br /&gt;But turns it off when he hears this one song he knows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shoots, Lotsa hilarious photos but i'm really lazy t upload and stuffs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhhood was easy. You might even say i was mostly spoiled, mostly by my father. He is always in the mood t spoil me. If there was something i wanted, i knew iwould go t my faher. Since i knew what levers to pull and buttons t push, i got my way.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, doesn't it sound manipulative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going t be eighteen next year. Nah, scratch that, &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; year. Which i still feel quite retarded. I used t think being 16 was a big deal, but unlike hot chics in The States where you get your own cars. It's the O's for you baby.&lt;br /&gt;This year, it would be a mind-blowing A's. Haven't exactly figured what my career would be. Not t mention how dim the light on my path is currently. But at least Vanessa is relieved that i'm still not going through those retarded job choices like fireman and what was it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i forgot, but it was pretty quirky.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my point is, I was young, dumb and didn't listen.  I rarely did my homework, and scraped by on tests. I didn't cheat, lie or steal,&lt;br /&gt;not too much anyway. I just took it easy nd put forth as little as possible t get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hit me, i have passion for things, but i never actually completed a full cycle of it. Believe me, my parents are great. If i put a list together of the things i learnt and exposed too, it would be as long as my mom's weekly shopping receipt at NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics, Swimming, Ballet(Oh stop laughing!), Piano, Wakeboarding, Drums, HipHop. Not t mention other random activities, rock climbing etc.&lt;br /&gt;Err, interest taken but never established that far.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Emma, she is still doing very well in swimming, Rachel and her Bach and her piano playing prodigy. It's amazing by the way, when i tinker "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", she is able t add chords t make it sound, well, simply &lt;i&gt;enchante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and his whole hockey career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's swimming and gymnastics, but that has ended.&lt;br /&gt;18 this year, better start achieving some goals. Like setting my studies straight. Jalaine called t chat today and we agreed, no more skipping of lectures no matter how deathly boring it is. Tsk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about it, i had a major fun swimming. So i went t some swimming carnival thingy @ Bishan. Every long frenchy name. Took over for Emma's friend in th relay but though her friend had t drop out of her singles, well cos she wasn't there and there was no way i'm gonna pose as her and embaress the shit out of me doing some butterfly stroke which i haven't flapped my arms in at least 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relayed for Breaststroke and Freestyle. Came in a pathetic 6th position for Freestyle. It was definitely me who pulled them down, strokes wont hard enough and i breathed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, Breaststroke we came in with a third with a 14.35s. YES (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you get those really cheap plastic trophies but it was definietly fun and thrilling. Plus i got darker :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t eat Subway after the meet and i had my Subway Melt (: &lt;br /&gt;Had plenty fun being with those girls. They are a crazy bunch, so i got a nice sunny day nd new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and totally slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home t rush homework. Had tutiton on New Year Eve. I'm sp proud of myself. Alvin asked me out for lunch and a movie but i decided academics (: Went t find my Cousins after dropping of Alvin's present. It was definitely fun anticipating the look on his face, all in th name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Decided t do countdown with my cousins. I used t spend every week with them and now it reduced t such a drastic state i just had t see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac and the rest met up for countdown at Vivo though, Bindy was nice t ask me along for their DSS countdown, Darren asked me for some JJ BBQ, and th last one i was quite thrilled about it, but BLOOD FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't really intending t back out cos i love them too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T th point i train-ed all th way down t Tampaniese, It's a good thing i bought Cleo t occupy myself, Hey, they even have an analyst about people dreaming in black and white. I do that! (:&lt;br /&gt;There was this &lt;i&gt;ahlians&lt;/i&gt; in front of me and they started taking those  &lt;i&gt;ilubeuuwroxx&lt;/i&gt; shots. So they were sitting down and angling th camera toward them. Which also means the phone is like smacked right in front of my face, i felt like hitting it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train is so packed for goodness sick. Weirded out twits, wait till i tell Zach about it. Btw, he went Bungee Jumping and he seems permanently stuck t the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Went down t TM and bought thirty bucks worth of snacks and one Ramly Burger. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Played Nintendo Wii w/ Ben, he is so adorable and i feel like a spaz cos i couldnt control. I'm really bad with games but WII is really fun! Countdown was great and Rach and I caught up alot, &lt;br /&gt;There was one point she was ranting out stuff i just took her stuff toy and gorge out th eyes and positioned it t mine, She burst out laughing and we started rolling around each other like crazy. I love our growing up days. &lt;br /&gt;My cynica pessimistiv oh so lovable cousin. She makes me crack up silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Fockers till it was 3/4ish until we just had t sleep and woke up th next afternoon. Rach started tapping my nose and she said i laughed in my sleep. Like Duh, ticklish right?&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at KFC and shopped around TM, tried on dresses at MNG, going t start saving and saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents picked me up and we went t Expo t shop for furnitures. Got our dining, sofa, beds. Moving is confirmed, on the 26th Jan. I'm looking forward t it, esp with all th bubble wrap t play with. My mom don;t let me paint my own room though, but my room wall is gonna be RED, awesome right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Chair just sent a message. We're keeping Mdm Azah as our GP teacher (HELL YEAH!) But our civics, OMG, LET IT NOT BE THE UNMARRIED/DIVORCEE OLD HAG GOH ENG HEAH, It'll be too disgusting i'll feel like dropping out altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I will go online once a week now and i'm lookin forward t tmrw (not for school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for training and dinner with THE-10-OF-US. Although i have math test th next day which i barely studied during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7109534695708103552?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7109534695708103552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7109534695708103552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7109534695708103552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7109534695708103552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-likes-vampires-and-hit-list-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5752585849563586888</id><published>2007-12-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:59:35.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heartfelt emotions and desires, i'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;Your love can take me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w227/theresaleers/steamboat28thdec035.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose it. We fall onto love like a pillowed net and lie there for months in Lalaland. I've been there, in that net. I've been there countless times. It wasn't the first time or the last, but once upon a time i lost myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were pretty much saturated talking t Bestie. No more late night chats and weird well wishes like Happy Easter in August. He got me soemthing meaningful for Christmas, touched :D&lt;br /&gt;He is some auspicious jinx saying we have t exchange presents before the new year. Oh well, wanted t meet up this weekend but i wasn't able t find th time. Nvrm, next time we'll go Turf City for BaKut-Teh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while i was napping i had this dream that i was with the soccer girls and i was about t order CoffeeBean when i woke up. I got so damn pissed with myself :/ If only i had ordered earlier. I distinctively dreamt considering between a bagel or a salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say dreams define what you feel the most. I think i'm awfully fickle minded. I can take a long time t decide t wait for the bus or walk out t take a bus but end up missing both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which happened this morning, where last night steamboat swirled in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty retarded day, If laughter could be a song, I'd put it on replay. Met half th team in the morning for a 2/3 hr of study at JE library. I only completed one tutorial! How unproductive of me.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up borrowing some great novels and i walked into the wall in th toilet. Vanity gets t me, i was busy making my hair and walking, i thought th layout was exactly the same as the 3rd floor but a wall had t stand and hit my in th face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down t IMM for lunch. I had sweet talk and i dropped by t find Vanessa. Bought her doughnuts and photographs. You need a small counter my love,&lt;br /&gt;I was telling them my sister having a flute concert tmrw,&lt;br /&gt;T. asked, "&lt;i&gt;What is she dressed as?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS WHATT???&lt;br /&gt;Then Lixuan say "&lt;b&gt;What &lt;u&gt;Fruit&lt;/u&gt; Concert?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tzer laughed till she sprayed her Cold Cut Trio on me. Insanely gross :/&lt;br /&gt;I think a durian would be cool for self-defence though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a rampage @ Giant buying all sorts of food for th steamboat. Coach can sing, cook(he wants t open a bakery!) Yiting &amp; I got 4 packets of crabmeat cos we love fake food, Heh, we even had fake abalone. Went down t Turtle's house for th steamboat. Jasmine started cuddling Turtle hamster that at one point of time it looked a little blue. Should have blown it t give some oxygen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat was great. I peeled prawns for them, and they fed me with a lot of food too (:&lt;br /&gt;Tzer &amp; Lixuan were the ultimate, just sit there make us serve them and all the shells and yucky stuff dump on my plate. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our side the pot did not start till much later cos we turned on electircity plugs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;WE FORGOT T CONNECT THE WIRE T THE STEAMBOAT.&lt;br /&gt;That's how retarded, and they conveniently pushed the blame t me cos i'm know t be as blur as Coach's hamster? Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home pretty late. Slept even later. I blame Msn, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach life damn drama-mama. Storybooks and trilogies. Everyone has their own story t write and Coach's one came a long way. In a way, it's full of wisdom and lessons t learn from. Sprain your leg, ice it. Bang your head, change your brain. Life is full of solutions. It made me think of one paticular sunday service when they talked about Living on Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you pray fervently t God, but he never seems t answer.&lt;br /&gt;But he did, only that he did not answer t what you expect. God has a reason for everything, but He does not owe us any explanations. Ultimately, you will find out the reason one way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Bestie and some others aren't really big on faith but to me it's a pretty strong word. Whether is on the Spirit or friends. Faith goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Have Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today as such. Today was Physical training and we ran from school t Tanglin Mall and ran back. That needed a good deal of faith in onself and not actually stop  and start walking. Sprinted towards the end and it felt kinda great.&lt;br /&gt;After that we did lunges with Medicene Balls. That was disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder thighs, thunder thighs, thunder thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition and Alvin asked me out for dinner but i had t pass on it. My mom is flipping out tt i can't get into university. Not like i actually stay home t study, but i had a nice time watching Greys, plus i get t see Jason a lot before he gets enlisted next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is th Sharapova match. I hope i get t go, Swimming Carnival w/ Emma and her friends. I don't feel excited or looking forward t it, mostly because i had t go in cos one of their friends backed out for the relay and i know my stamina for swimming is in no shape so i'll drag them down. I rather them disqualify. I only startedd swimming last week t build up but is bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in th name of fun i guess. BUT EMMA, I LOVE YOU TRUCKLOADS OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Darryl is gonna have an awesome time tmr with his linesman duty calling the serve  at any one time alone. So stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can get t see Anna K play insteac of chek.&lt;br /&gt;Never played tennis but i grown up watching it cos my aunt and cousins are tennis crazed. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming t an end. Love says this year was simply going through the motion and following th crowd. To me, I had a pretty awesome year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=huge&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mila Jovovich&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5752585849563586888?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5752585849563586888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5752585849563586888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5752585849563586888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5752585849563586888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/heartfelt-emotions-and-desires-im-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6120649594163763940</id><published>2007-12-27T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:17:13.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything changes&lt;br /&gt;All the city and faces&lt;br /&gt;But I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture005.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene Peh is always full of brilliant intelligence that gives out intellectual comments. Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learnt your lesson? you better stop fooling around next year ar. ha. but if you stop all your nonsense, you wont be th elaine everyone knows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy around people i comfortable with. Today after training, Theresa and I were talking about human behavior, it struck me about my bad points that when i am uncomfortable, i'm just not myself. It's really bad. I'm th sort if that friend don't give a shit damn about you, i will still care and tell her hey you, i'll be there for you. Theresa says &lt;i&gt;I'm trying too hard&lt;/i&gt;. It sounded real bad at first but i realised she is right, i can't cater t the world. New year resolution :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year there is one friend in this paticular college that made T &amp; I feel super pissed about. Like she only cares what revolves around her and i swear i'm not going t let it interrupt our Year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall spend my love and effort on people i care. Such group is Soccer Girls, where th truckloads of love is there. They shaped me up this year pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 consecutive days with them is gna be bundles of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Town for dimsum with my cousins. MNG has less crowd now so I hope i can go back there this weekend t buy more clothes. After that headed down for training at Queensway. Field was not so muddy but i tried t avoid the goalkeepers finger i trip and fell, Coach called me a diver -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much a total spaz in ball control drills. It's hilarious. Anyway, for the first time i was able t control a high ball on a single touch on th first attempt in a long time i was so gleeful, i forgot t pass the ball t shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was super thirsty, i think it was the weather. If not, the flies.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were suppose t do heading. I did 40 extra. My head hurts :/&lt;br /&gt;I whacked my ankle up again. But at least is not tripping over my own ankles again. So, it's a decent sprain. I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda &amp; I were giving out China snacks t the team, everyone was so hesitant! Luckily i bought lollipops for them. It's decent and a childhood sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;The rest used up their voucher the other time so i went t Swensens w/ Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long queue. Can you believe it. Anyway, i totally spaced out. I completely forgot that Shilei, Shumin, Iris, Alvin, Glenn was working at th yearly COnverse fair from that time i was chatting with Shilei. Spotted them and i pinched Shumin's ass. She jumped mile high t the air like ready t smack her rapist. LAUGHS. It was a delight talking t them. Glenn even made th pathetic attempt for me t smirk. Always th gay shit. Shumin was planning a date out with me and Shilei, finally Jan is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Theresa tripped at Swensens! She took over my department and she was so mollified with me grinning wildly. I choose t not say anything. BAD KARMA&lt;br /&gt;I had the Sourdough Sandwiches. It was so good with a hug ice lemon tea after training . WOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care. Saturday is th marathon run so not worried about fats. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is steamboat with the girls. Pity i will have t miss th 4E3 bbq. I will miss you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut down on blogging = Cut down on internet = No msn = No fun = Possibility of good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I like th odds.&lt;br /&gt;Time t study. 2 major test on first week of schl!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6120649594163763940?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6120649594163763940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6120649594163763940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6120649594163763940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6120649594163763940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-everything-changes-all-city-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-7241903050278352749</id><published>2007-12-26T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:11:55.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know this girl name Denise,&lt;br /&gt;She makes me weak in the knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shalalalala&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=huge&gt;Happy Birthday Su-Wen!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture008.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning, Mommy let my put on my dark blue convent uniform and made sure i was clean and tidy before i left. I loved school, and i felt so grown-up and proud as i get t sit at the back of the van. When you were a mere seven year old. Being 'invited' by the big kids was a big deal. Melissa &amp; I were the Elites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a big deal then, but so anyway, not that i actually came home tidy, i cam home with abrasions over abrasions from too much catching. But th point is, as age with maturity, you tend t realise, there is more than backseat wanna-bes. You want friends that will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i spent the entire day with friends that i know will age beautifully along with me, &lt;br /&gt;Btw, i using a super crapp computer which has msn messenger. No versions which is so retarded after one week of w.o msn. Felt like cold turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was in the morning at QSS. I was an hour late cause apprantly i set my alarm right, but my clock wrong.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I forgot t bring running shoes so after training on the field we were up at the hall doing agilities with cones/tapes/younameit. Chai, Huiying &amp; I were popping blisters. Not a swell thing but training w/ th queensway girls was fun. Absolute sweethearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chai &amp; I kept laughing over the Jing's motor skills and they laughed at my lunges,&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, i got over it t say the least. Training ended at one thirty and i felt productive, maybe cause of XianWen smelly legs on me. Laughs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Macs after that, we are such horrible gossipers. Before a certain subject even close a new one starts and we were diegressing all over th place. Fanny was stick her head closer and closer t hear what we have t say. Fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Jing, Huiying&amp;I decided t walk t the train station t burn off calories while the rest took a bus but they had t wait! Deserve it! And i made them laugh so hard in th bus which was so mortrifying. I even forgot why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC00015.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met MYLOVES, Vanessa&amp;Crystal. Call me Superhero please. I manage t hunt down balloons and we waited on line t pay for party hats at Popular (SO COOL, they sell more than stationary!). Crystal had this black thing stuck up her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;It's like those cartton when you shoot a bullet through the teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit us hilarious like a hot brick. I love every minute with th 2 of them!&lt;br /&gt;They just make me SMILE SMILE and SMILE :D&lt;br /&gt;Went t Denise house while she was out. We blew 160 balloons. COUNT IT. Felt like vomitting after that. Our breath tasted like cuttlefish from those cheap rubber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To diegress, my cousins came over ytd for Christmas. We had the wildest time. 31st dearies! Anyway we watched The HeartBreak Kid and Goodluck Chuck. So freakin' porno that i was complainining t Alvin that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While blow the balloons it just keep making me think of the shows and when i was relating it t them, we just set up barrels after barrels of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;We blew up all in time and hid. I was hiding with Crystal and her party hat keep poking into my neck. So itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise was shell-shocked. Her parents were great t play along the suprise. It was a really fun night. Felt i was whiplash back t the past. I can't wait for 2nd Jan when THETEN will meet up for an awesome dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 77 home with Vanessa. It seemed years that we did that. We always walk t her house and end up chatting for hours after school. Anyway, she got me this Xmas present where is still a huge mystery t me. But i feel somewhat guilty. Love you babe and hope you like ur present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i mailed (KISS)mas cards out a week ago before i left and it seems that everyone is receving it today. Btw, is good t hear that the Ferrari i gave Fahrun is sitting nicely in his home. MY NEW NEIGHBOUR (:&lt;br /&gt;Serene, Clare, Alvin, Issac recevied it today&lt;br /&gt;Bestie msged &lt;i&gt;Thanks for th card nd being thr for me. Love you too:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He twists words i swear, LOVE YOU TOO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene's my cutie. I told her the reason i appreciate the card she sent last year was because i wasn't paticularly close t her. Sure we had our special moments but it wasn't anything on a long term deep level of friendship though i love her.&lt;br /&gt;She also got it today. The only thing i could do was apologise graciously and told her Santa ate Rudolph so he is fatter, without transport so i had t get Frosty t mail it but he has no legs with the inability t walk hence th lateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a swell Christmas with the cousins. Anyway, my mom bought this expensive bag from China and she was complaining t my auntie that there was a scratch. When we looked at it closer. It was the brand embossed into the leather.&lt;br /&gt;That's how crazy my extended famil can be, can't wait for new year eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, i need t cut down on being online.&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS! (havent uploaded Shanghai!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture012.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture011.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture010-1.jpg"  height=300 width=400  border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture019.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture009.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture010.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/Picture022.jpg"  height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-7241903050278352749?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7241903050278352749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=7241903050278352749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7241903050278352749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/7241903050278352749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-this-girl-name-denise-she-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8418063505692306931</id><published>2007-12-24T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:04:59.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something I've been keeping locked away behind my lips&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it breaking free with each and every kiss&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to hurt you but it's all so different now&lt;br /&gt;Things that I was sure of, they have filled me up with doubt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/SP_A0180.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lipshtick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing from Issac Macbook is thrilling. I can blog through Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Photos another time though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i miss my girlfriends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;A girl would be one lost soul w/o her girlfriends. I am under no circumstance an exclusive from that. An astronaut severed from his mothership, yin without yang, &lt;b&gt;an Oreo w/o th middle&lt;/b&gt;. Girlfriends are the elevated, wise with Good Humour on a sunny sticky day that can can make your day into a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Shanghai thinking abt the 3hr(could have gone on till th next morn if it wasn't for work/plane) phone call i had with Vanessa the night before. Bless her soul, we were laughing over all the stuff we wished it could be replayed over an over again like a dying disco. Sitting together for 3 years you can really expect the wildest. We scribbled hearthrobs all over our desk and even pushed up front so Mr V. will have a better eye on us. Yet it did mould us t better people didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for th Christmas cards, presents and msgs! &lt;br /&gt;Alright, so i did not anticipate a trip t Shanghai. When i told Bestie that about my holiday plans, he died laughing/smirking. He actually thinks i'll die there. ZOMG, i'm actually serious. China is really &lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt;. Felt like a fag there. When Chinese is already enough of a torment for me, i didn't know there were different dialects of Chinese! All there &lt;i&gt;vodooovrahvrah&lt;/i&gt; came out including th usual &lt;i&gt;chingchongchang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Days there. I tried t count my calorie intake like some freaked out aneroxic but i gave up in th end. It's an open confession whatever country i go t, i'm still juts as obsessed about my body image. I still hate it though, doing 400 situps in th hotel room every night is a chore. Esp when i have a short neck with the inability t watch HBO from a demented position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Shanghai is polluted. And cold. My teeth actually felt like i was biting into ice-cream. And the people there spits! That's how gross please. I saw this well dressed China lady cuddling with her boyfriend. WOAH, so glam then a swift "pui". Yuck, there goes her friggin' image. &lt;br /&gt;Holiday was fun though. We met up with Family Friends over th days for meals. (proper meals, not those weird raw chinese meat people tell me about, laughs). It was fun. Almost Food For Thought :D&lt;br /&gt;Usually i would find it mildly boring but the company was great. 2 17 year old guys, 1 15 year old guy and a 12 year old girl. There was a lot t talk about. One used t be study in ACS(i) so knows a ton of gossips and a current RJC, which hell, Darryl is gna be a linesman for the upcoming Sharapova's game. I feel like vomitting. That is like, upclose and personal please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get Malvin that went. "yeah i talked t her too, on magazines"&lt;br /&gt;Friggin'shit. Kinda bonded with the guys over the days and all the retarded jokes and stories we exchanged. We took a 1hour train ride t Hangzhou, so we turned the seats t sit together and it end up really crammed so i had t lift my legs and they got so amazed at my coloured socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you i nearly spit into this tramp's face? Nah, i'm just kidding but i was giving her my death-stare. PLEASE, She blew one big balloon of grey ashed carconogic smoke into my face and coughed with all the phlegmy sounds. I was so damn disgusted. Like gross shit please. Fry your own lungs don't taint mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was okay. No clothes though due t winter season. But i got GREY'S and a ton of other movies, HEARTBREAK KID, GOODLUCK CHUCK, SAW 4, RESIDENT EVIL, NANNY DIARIES (:D)&lt;br /&gt;Got presents for people. It's rather pathetic though. But hey, i really don't want t kill you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I can even vouch cos i got diarrhea on th last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but we had this grand Hagen Daaz Chocoate Fondue which was absolutely sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue another time!&lt;br /&gt;It's countdown and Emma came with party hats and streamers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8418063505692306931?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8418063505692306931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8418063505692306931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8418063505692306931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8418063505692306931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-ive-been-keeping-locked-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-5749640406447492484</id><published>2007-12-18T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:04:23.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shell toed shoes the girls would wear&lt;br /&gt;Pink bikinis everywhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/LOVEGOLDFISH050-.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when my parents chase me t sleep. As if i live in a third world country and that i'm so sleep-deprived or i'll drop dead in th streets snoring at the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Vanyo says, &lt;i&gt;What The MAMA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night was a blast,&lt;br /&gt;EmmaLeonIssacElaineJoel-NIGHT-OF-FUN. Last year was just as fun but this year was retarded. Perhaps it was th fact tt Leon is going off t NS next year. Oh well, we exchanged Christmas gifts. I LOVE MINE TERRIBLY!&lt;br /&gt;I love Emma, She got me knickers from Topshop and the Chistian Devotion book. Just what i need. I promise t use it faithfuly next year!&lt;br /&gt;Issac got me colourful socks and this darn retarded contraption.&lt;br /&gt;He is weirdly proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload a photo of it some other time but yes. It is those suction thing you put on glass and attached t a wire with a mistletoe at th end. (LAUGHS, HE HAS BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH RADIO) anyway. i'm suppose t stick it on my forehead so the guy in front of me will get a kiss from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under th mistletoe. &lt;i&gt;Geddit?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died with laughter. SO romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG! Joel got me this super old DVD &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simple Plan version&lt;/span&gt; that i was hunting for a long time. GOODNESS! i was just laughing and shrieking t myself :D&lt;br /&gt;I have th whole collection and waiting for their 3rd album. Getting angsty here.&lt;br /&gt;Leon gave me a hug and a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; happy meal balloon. He say i should be thankful of his love and his 'BigBuffHug' He actually names it. Like ASDFGHJK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys started their whole gayshit thing. I love my beyond retarded-oh-so-silly-lovable pals!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love your presents too,&lt;br /&gt;And photos please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave training a miss on Monday cos i was still feeling unwell. Spent nearly my whole afternoon watching &lt;b&gt;Eyelids&lt;/b&gt;(Sleeping) and reading the 2 latest Harry Potter Novels. I was suppose t study but i decided t go and sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad ditching Timothy for our movie date.&lt;br /&gt;Got my haircut. I feel super embarrassed. I realise how drastic the damage my Chinese is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th HairGuy asked if i wanted treatment in CHINESE(WTF)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i registered as what level i was studying in.&lt;br /&gt;SO i said &lt;I&gt;JC !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went &lt;i&gt;HUH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;i&gt;HUH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i felt so red. When i was relating the incident t Alvin that night,&lt;br /&gt;he was soooo damm &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my morning till afternoon writing Christmas cards @ Borders for my loved ones. Anyway, t those who actually didn't receive it, i didn't get your address so if you don't mind a belated (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my afternoon with Love. Every outing is something different, so we bought stamps (THEY COST A BOMB). Anyway, she got me a white cardigan. I love it! It looks like from MNG with those designs instead of those flimsy retarded ones i see people wearing that barely blocks out cold. THANKS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CHRISTMASCARDS048.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1/10 of our cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CHRISTMASCARDS046.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those cheap place in Lucky Plaza! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CHRISTMASCARDS045.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard @ Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CHRISTMASCARDS011.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/blackelaine.jpg" width=300 height=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping and met up with Annabel at night.&lt;br /&gt;We were on a tight budget so we dinner-ed at Food Republic. I love the food there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dress shopping from store t store trying every dress that looks decent and within reach. It was definitely fun but i'm in trouble cos i fell (FELL FAST) for this Forever21 dress. &lt;i&gt;ANNNA!!&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go back once i saved up enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is friggin retarded. we were rifling through dresses and it was in a circle and we reached each other sides. so i asked her anything decent. she went WHOOOAAAAA super loudly. But i think our laughter supresses the sound of her WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting room was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended really early for us and we were pretty sore about going home.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Alvin called and wanted t watch movie with me today but i wasn't free. He really wants t prove that Alvin and the Chipmunks are good. Heh, he went down t find Vanyo. HEY! ALVIN SAYS VANYO IS PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;SEE?? I TOLD YOU GUYS THEIR TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get t be their bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Growing up can be so strange&lt;br /&gt;But some things will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To all the girls that had my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you when it's like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To all the girls that sang along with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the girls where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;To all the girls from here across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna thank you for being here for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third year giving BFF a call before i fly off from the Free Phones there!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cheapskate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-5749640406447492484?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5749640406447492484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=5749640406447492484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5749640406447492484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/5749640406447492484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/shell-toed-shoes-girls-would-wear-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-4381692894040643891</id><published>2007-12-16T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:08:21.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that it takes one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let our last kiss be our last,&lt;br /&gt;Give me tonight and I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick post now, i'm about t head over t Issac's for pizza, soccer nd if time allows, a few rounds of Mahjong. I given up on my remainind days for pathetic attempts t finish my math homewor, i'll just follow through with my yearly ritual of mad rushing on first week of schl. Trains my mental willpower anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were travelling on th expressway and Emma went "Do you know that is bad t drive with a full bladder" If anyone can get more random than me, will be her (:&lt;br /&gt;So her explanation t that was if we were t meet with an accident the toxins in our pee will be bad when it leaks out. Everyone got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i got that. At least i thought i did,&lt;br /&gt;It meant it would be bad for th body if a accident cause our bladder t burst in our body. I thought she meant if our pee leaks out, it contains toxin that woud cause th car t explode or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think is th way she put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending soon. I haven't seem much of Vanessa of th late. So if you're reading this, i miss you terribly. Dropping by your workplace is really not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better from me fever (i hope i can head for training tmrw), i think is all the soup that my maid cook.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Alvin, Jiawei and Mel @ Vivo on Saturday Night. I had my strawberry cheesecake and a nice catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal happened t be on th same bus as Alvin so i called her and played with th "im behind you" Game. She still falls for it. At least i got t see her and hug her!&lt;br /&gt;Bestie is going t be busy with Poly Orientation. Haha, im glad i'm not involve in orientation this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i want t visit Ernest fridge. Is taller than him. WAHH, Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;He is bad at digging from me, BIGD Right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm running late. Although it lways seems that i;m waiting for people no mater how punctual/late i am!&lt;br /&gt;Rip from Nicole's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's amazing how we see so little of each other but when we start talking it's as if we've never been apart. I guess that's how you know when you really click with a person. I love you my childhood friend. :)She reminded me of our kindergarden days which were hilarious. I had no idea we were so notorious as kids along with Anna and Evelyn. I think it's safe to say that we were the cool kids in kindergarden hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Download "Baby Got Back"&lt;br /&gt;hell shit retarded. If ypu watch Season 9 of FRIENDS, you'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-4381692894040643891?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4381692894040643891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=4381692894040643891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4381692894040643891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/4381692894040643891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-that-it-takes-one-more-chance-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6103952366350595289</id><published>2007-12-14T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:09:48.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/LOVEGOLDFISH002--1.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is back from HongKong! I miss her truckloads without her daily rantings, calls or texts. She bought Haribo! Friggin' cool please. It's like HongKong style. Tmrw there will be street soccer but i'll most likely give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with a fever when i got home. I hate getting sick, this year i was on no major death/dying category except Valentine's Day period where i really got this high fever  for over a week and on V day i still distinctly remembered i was clearly in need for more oxygen in th shopping mall where half a gazillion couples took up my oxygen. Yeah, i felt really sick during that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i feeling th exact same way. I was in th toilet for over an hour vomitting and barfing my intestines out. It was so disgusting and now i can't sleep cos my whole body feels so uncomfortable. Urgh, i'm like wearing 2 sweaters and still feeling cold. I really hate getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;= I hate being a Vanessa!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't training today so i stayed home in th morning t do my Probability Tutorial which was due like, in September?&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, at least i got it done and i spend th rest of th time watching Speed and fainting with love over Keanu Reeves. ZOMG, his sexy husky voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, JessicaAlba and CashWarren decided t have sex and she is expecting. That is really bad news, means no third sequel of Fantastic4, NO CHRIS EVANS.&lt;br /&gt;Mannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Alvin Leow in the afternoon for Rock Climbing at the centre.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how tiring it is. Anyway, th centre moved from Keppel t Clementi and it was my first time visiting their new centre, i think they lost some rocks during their shipment here cos the walls were missing stones and i had trouble reaching cos well,&lt;br /&gt;i have short hands and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After climbing just a few lanes i was alrd perspiring from all the leaping and clinging onto rocks and swinging my legs up. Alvin did the incline and there was one time he slipped and i wasn't paying attention so i flew up while he came down with us crashing together in mid air. I think he broke my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made friends with this 3 guys. They are called something, something, something. I'm so bad with names! But whatever man, their speed climbing is &lt;b&gt;wow&lt;/b&gt;. They can hit in 11 secs flat. It's super disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down t Vivo for a late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Over pizza &amp; carbonara @ Pastamania, we caught up quite a bit and we intend t make this at least a yearly ritual. He and his retarded logic and he was telling me all th current gossip, such a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and i found perfect XMas gifts. I definitely want t go back before th year ends, whether is t chill at th deck or shop.&lt;br /&gt;Left Vivo around 10ish. Damn i friggin' hate those bus drivers that ask me t produce student pass when i pay coins. I think i look pretty kiddy now since nowadays i just clip all my hair up like some nerd.&lt;br /&gt;ASDFGHJK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bile rising,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how come? santa dont visit naughty children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close to reaching the famous happy end says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so close to reaching the famous happy end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my santa not coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close to reaching the famous happy end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i punch him last chirstmas because he refuse to buy me a new desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so close to reaching the famous happy end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he angry this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;haha! of course lah, u punch his big belly! all the rum and booze and milk and cookies all come out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but rudolph will be happy, easier for him a drag santa ard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bribe mrs santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's children. Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i'm all alone with the stars above, you are th one i love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6103952366350595289?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6103952366350595289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6103952366350595289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6103952366350595289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6103952366350595289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/id-do-anything-just-to-hold-you-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-6493423065486620764</id><published>2007-12-13T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:57:58.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/75253283.jpg" height=200 width=300border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always stimulating t watch human behavior. I love observing people.&lt;br /&gt;Not th I'm-bored-for-you-t-beat-me-up category, but you get th drift.&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a kid drop his ice-cream &amp; watched his innocent big eyes fill with tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's why they ask you cup or cone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just stick toothpick t hold my eyes bigger so people-watchers like me will buy me ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Shitz.... I'm greedy nd random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Kindergarden JUVIE&lt;/B&gt;. ANNA &amp; EVELYN, YOU'RE MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Nicole @ HollandV's CoffeeBean. Although it was a few short hours, the time flew by pretty quickly with a good catch-up from my LateQueen. Despite not meeting up with her in a year, i still feel th sense of warmness from her as i've always felt,&lt;br /&gt;Alright, she is still bony t hug but that's TWIGGY (My fashion icon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE MAKES ME HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG5223.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME RETARDED RANDOM SHOT THAT MADE ME LAUGH SILLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG5222.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our daily lifestyles t birthday parties, it brought back much memories.&lt;br /&gt;Like how we were punished t stand outside the P office cos we ran t the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when we eventually got t th toilet, we sang teach other across stalls so we won't get scared,&lt;br /&gt;How her chicken chased me around her backyard,&lt;br /&gt;And we played the bubblegum game where we would blow it until it was really huge and stick it together so it'll burst and we will see who chew the most gum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting, but i dig those times &lt;br /&gt;and i was nearly teared from laughing reminiscing all th good memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so much cheese on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omg you're so cheesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thanks, ur my hammmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so now we're a v delicious sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we're worth 6.90 exclusive of 7percent GST and service charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;with every last goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you're really fos eh you hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i was thinking we're worth more than 6.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we cant beat sandwich club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sandwich club consist of the 4 of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;now that is worth more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing for th stars, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cos our friendship is full of honey mustard or chipotale southwest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reminiscence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strong word, and a stronger emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG5220.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG5224.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice was a sweet thing t catch up with me through sms. She loves Ikea as much as i do! And have fun with attachment (:&lt;br /&gt;And And, BFF I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll tuck you away from my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed for tuition and i feel motivated t do th chapter i always hated in Sec Schl.&lt;br /&gt;A Math just wasn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition i met DESIREE TEOW, it was like close t 8pm when we met up.&lt;br /&gt;But still no matter how dark th sky it was, i have her t light up my night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad she made plans t catch up with me if not once this holiday is over, i will see less of her. We bought 12 bucks worth of chocolates and snacks and went t out usual Clique haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blocks.&lt;br /&gt;It is more beautiful than i remembered it t be. Yet so, it brings back lots of nostalgia. Be it in th playground playing blockcatching or th blocks staring at The  Candle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss THE TEN and all our retarded rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;(Right now, talking t Linhui&amp;Ernest, weird combination but hey! I bring back friendship with th two!)&lt;br /&gt;Des &amp; I just sat and chatted till 11, talking t her is so damn fun, OMG i nearly forgot how much i actually missed her!&lt;br /&gt;She taught me how t use a Bunsen Burner 10 mins before Prelims cos it was always her who did the lightning.&lt;br /&gt;It was us who always dragged THETEN t head t KFC for some good ol' chicken-loving.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on th stairs sharing a large Sprite (her usual).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so insulted! She say everytime she &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt; she will think of me, cos i can't be there t cover up for her from all my trippings and stumblings from sec schl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Des! I couldn't connect th photos t my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, Thanks for the earrings from NZ! And i will miss tonights gossip and deeptalk (:&lt;br /&gt;I really treasure my secondary schl memoirs. From sitting at the back of th class like drug addicts t racing down th stairs piggybacking each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Holiday, Esp with rock climbing with AlvinLeow tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much completes everything on "Objections List" (LINHUI)&lt;br /&gt;Except staying over at T3. Oh mannn, and rollarblading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm dead thankful for every one of you!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1_988821382l.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially you baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My baby's built for speed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/1273ce0d.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&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;i&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me where ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, you're missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-6493423065486620764?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6493423065486620764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=6493423065486620764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6493423065486620764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/6493423065486620764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-128983678825643520</id><published>2007-12-12T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:31:48.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So every time you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Every time you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me like you'll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Babycakes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match in a really long time, i think my last friendly was at least a month before school was even out. Played against Whitley Sec, we won 2-0. Nice shots by LiXuan &amp; Chris! But Coach was fuming upside-down with us. We deserved it, we weren't up t our usual standards and for me, my touches weren't sharp and all. Which totally made me lose possession of th ball when i could just dribble past. Fuming with myself please! Suppose t run 80 laps after the match but we got a huge reflection time. Although it was harsh but it did set my thinking straight for me, i think my mindset was strayed since i dont know when. Team, i was a bad midfield today! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my night out with my Mom, we ate at this really nice place. I'm addicted t Caesar Salad now, so if you see me eating it, i'm not in a diet, is just heavenly and crunchy :D&lt;br /&gt;I love talking and spending the day with my Mom, she is full of retarded shit.&lt;br /&gt;There was MNG seasonal sale, bought a tops/dresses. I'm happy with my purchases but my savings officially went down t a fat ZERO. i feel th heartache. Quite literally,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted t buy The Used and Taking Back Sunday shirts from HMV, bu i don't have 10 bucks t begin with let alone 40 bucks for each shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwels,&lt;br /&gt;I have th oddest conversation with my 10 year old sister. She called me and 'OMG JIE, YOU KNOW TT TODAY NO PUSSYCATDOLLS! IT'S TMRW"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "yuh man, anyway, i checked the net, Asia won"&lt;br /&gt;She freaked out and went like "ZOMG, CHELSEA SHOULD HAVE WON DEN MELISSA DEN ASIA, ASIA IS SUCH A ..."&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm bitching with my sister, that feels really out-of-the-world. Not t mention trashy for th fact i'm suppose t set a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pleasant surprise from Nicole today askin' me out t lunch. The last time we had a decent catch-up was last year Dec and a few random chats this year so i was honestly touched that a childhood friend made the effort t stay in touch. Love You Love You baby! You, Me, Anna, Evelyn was &lt;b&gt;ThCoolies&lt;/b&gt; in Kindergardedn terrorising everyone during Naptime. Laughs. And it was your Daddy-yo that taught me t blow a bubblegum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how way back we went,&lt;br /&gt;my 7th birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/SP_A0190.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year 2006 with Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG0862.jpg" height=200 width=280 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good 13 years of beautiful friendship with my homie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good night out with Desiree tmrw before both of us fly off!&lt;br /&gt;I think i got this holiday pretty much accomplished. Besides academics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining t Crystal just awhile ago i am super broke and i want t buy stockings but RI sells it at 21 bucks. That's daylight robbery my golly!&lt;br /&gt;She told me "Mark's and Spencer sells it for 3 for S$30. Still got scent &lt;i&gt;ehhhh&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She never fails t crack me up. I just love talking t her, whether is thoe daily random rubbish or deep-talk. Yeah, when we earn our own money, we'll eat bread and water and be super &lt;i&gt;niao ah sohs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Annabel dear :D&lt;br /&gt;She is such a sweetie. I bought a pair of Havvis for myself, she came back from Aussie with 2 more for me. ZERO t HERO :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-128983678825643520?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/128983678825643520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=128983678825643520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/128983678825643520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/128983678825643520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-every-time-you-hold-me-hold-me-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8902658595118029770</id><published>2007-12-11T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:48:21.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I was yours before rain kissed the ground&lt;br /&gt;Before the first dawn's sound was heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the whisper of angels&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the frost on your glass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/collage2.jpg" height=200 width=200 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heaven sent me to your dance floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually blew off a hot date t stay home t wait for someone i actually cared about, thinking that we will have a nice afternoon/night together when actually, HEY, SHE MADE PLANS = She only finds me when she needs me, she only calls me t chat when every other person is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, that really warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i got Math done and a nice life lesson from Bestie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8902658595118029770?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8902658595118029770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8902658595118029770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8902658595118029770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8902658595118029770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-explain-this-feeling-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-3235152337923756241</id><published>2007-12-10T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:55:51.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk out the door and up the street;&lt;br /&gt;look at the stars beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/DSC02215.jpg" height=300 width=400 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello, love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the stupidest thing today. Yimian was telling me of a fantastic multitasker which can mop floors and message at th same time. I was suppose t compliment him but i was appalled! Immedietly i asked him if he had t mop 3 floors, and he laughed said that he had 2 brothers (:&lt;br /&gt;Laughs, now i know why his parents have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone was a total mess yesterday w/o me knowing it. So when i finally turned it on and off today, all the messages kept coming in so it was vibrating like mad, which sounds vaugely dirty and wrong but i like the feeling of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying t complete my holiday assignments, which i never get round t getting it done. It's time t start t prepare for a heavy load next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-3235152337923756241?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3235152337923756241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=3235152337923756241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3235152337923756241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/3235152337923756241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/walk-out-door-and-up-street-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-8154644489296480795</id><published>2007-12-09T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:43:02.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love hawker food.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my Upper Thomson Road Prawn Mee.&lt;br /&gt;I can eat that everyday, so come, i'm sharing my goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-8154644489296480795?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8154644489296480795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=8154644489296480795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8154644489296480795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/8154644489296480795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-hawker-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696403.post-2604039542461461632</id><published>2007-12-07T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:29:26.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby my love will say it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll always catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;And if the hard times get too much&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be craving for your touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/home_image.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last year at Al Mata was faster when i was back in Sec 3, this year under no other circumstance is definitely much faster than the Big O's Year. If i wasn't vying it hit 18, i will feel tad sad i'm catching up on my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few short weeks, 2008 will be here and this year would be another mere memory. It will be a more defined memory as this year was a revelation compared t the past 2 years. New School, new friends, defining moments that happened in my life, where tears were shed and laughters of happiness can still be heard reverberating off my thin mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Weijie &amp; I were talking about our 7 years of friendship. We laughed over our stupid hairstyles and all the senseless cartoons we used t watch. Things changed and people change, Weijie and i grew up away from teasing each other, getting involve with love/hate relationships. I never thought i will have a stick-thin guy that used t tease me about my accent confiding in me with his love life. Not that i actually confide in him, but hey i have many talents, one of them is listening. (familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in another 20 years time, we'll see one another driving Mazaratti and carrying Fendi. Cool (:&lt;br /&gt;Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling. I've been in the rambling mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today finally came. I woke up and went for a run around the neighbourhood. I felt fat and flabby :/&lt;br /&gt;Horrible judgements happen t me at wrong timings. By th time i got back i was rushing for my orthodontist. So i left and waited &lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt; long for 77, when the bus finally came, i had t get off 3 stops later t rush home cos i forgot my retenas. NICE ANOT! and i had t walk home in the blistering heat.&lt;br /&gt;By th time i got out t the bus stop, i saw 77 drove past. After much deliberation i decided t walk out t take 174 and when 174 eventually arrive, i saw 77 come -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was in a huge rush cos i was so late, i got off and took that 77 and later there was a huge jam. I should have sat 174 all th way t town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met T. at 12 after my dental. I had my one year of savings with me and i just slurged everything today. I feel happy with my purchases. Like i brought something home (:&lt;br /&gt;That's why i hate shopping during the year, by only buying one item at a time, i simply just can't get th thrill of satisfaction. Never spent 150 bucks in a day for a long time. It felt quite good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, earlier this year we planned t save and head t &lt;b&gt;Corduroy &amp; Finch.&lt;/b&gt; for an end-year Christmas thing. Both of us wore dresses t town. T. nearly maimed me cos she wanted t see me in boots. It was fun t wear boots though (:&lt;br /&gt;(but also a painful decision, but then again, i admit i'm a vain girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained in th afternnon! Lucikly i brought my umbrella! I'm getting smarter i guess! And it did help us get t one mall t another. In the end we settled in Ben&amp;Jerry's for icecream and Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;I had my Frozen Yoghurt! I'm a happy happy girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/IMG_2501.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday i was bumming around at home cos i had tuition and i wanted t stay home t gym, so i took out all my scrap i could find in my house and made a little surprise for Love. I hope you love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait t get my dress i bought online yesterday! (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I was at FarEast and i saw VANYO Queensway Eyecandy. I called her and she started telling me loads of stuff. That was 1/10 of it and it kept me on th phone for 15 min till she had t hang up.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY (:&lt;br /&gt;Purchases for makeup, NUM, Mango, other cheap buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t SMU flea market and i bought lotsa bangles. Had a nice chat with the lady about Christmas. Laughs, T. burnt my tongue with her hot soya bean! Anyway there is Snow Ice at SMU! But it wasn't open. Oh no! Who is free t town with me and we can go there t eat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/collage10.jpg" height=300  width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used t get damn disgusted when i do cross eye cos i thought all photos are meant t be picture perfect. But photos depict life, and my life is insanely retarded and plain old fun,&lt;br /&gt;So i don't care how disgusting i look as long as i don't stay cross-eyes after 10 secs on self timer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Lians walk like elephants btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Plaza Sing spotlight about 6 to get Christmas ideas before heading down t C&amp;F.&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful at night and with the Christmas Season! The last time i went was in th afternoon so the atmosphere tonight was way better :D&lt;br /&gt;Had a steak, salad, chocolate martini and their house dessert. It was so sinful. And definitely quality food. Worth my 50 bucks and is not everyday i eat such expensive food. I think the desert was the most awesome. They had assortment of Hot choc fondue, cheesecakes, truffles, black forest, yoghurt and green tea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry there isn't any photos cos it was so heavenly it never crossed my mind t capture a shot of it. Which i'm quite sore about it. The presentation was simply wonderful (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope my family will go back there on Christmas Day or something (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/collage8.jpg" height=300 width=300 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked back barefooted along th pavement. It was a crazy nice time. We cabbed back th remaining journey cos i had t go home and my parents wanted t go midnight shopping at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is bloody retarded. He was at Robinson's petting all the beds there cos he wanted t test what kind of bed is nice t sleep on, But uhm, it was showcasing pillowcases and bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I laughed from a distance cos we were too embarrassed t acknowledge that we know him. I have such a great family that makes me laugh everyday with all the weird wacky antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS? was having this crazy sale that every auntie, every women, every breathing organism have a hint of breast was jammed in th shop grabbing handbags.&lt;br /&gt;And you see poor pathetic souls that are suppose t call shots stand outside t wait for their wives/girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, I'm starting t hate GUESS?&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;1 year of friendship with you!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this beautiful, deep and heartfelt friendship that goes straight t my soul! I'll miss you next week! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/fusionpink/CIMG1131.jpg" height=300 width=230 border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the black necklace you see in th shot? I saw it priced at 19.90 at Fareast today. I couldn't help but grin cos i got it for exactly the same at a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, &lt;I&gt;retail therapy&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all i can taste is your smile,&lt;br /&gt;And all i can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later is over,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want t miss you no more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading the Bible all over again. I didn't know Cain was older than Abel. Cool, like i never seemed t get it right. No wonder i have no qualms living to 800 years old, i dont know the Bible well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18696403-2604039542461461632?l=redhotjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2604039542461461632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18696403&amp;postID=2604039542461461632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2604039542461461632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18696403/posts/default/2604039542461461632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redhotjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-my-love-will-say-it-all-ill-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Inside.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16792698419523553301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
