<?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-11702835</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:38:20.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>384</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-8619343702039402663</id><published>2007-06-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:00:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. after I changed blogger went back to normal zzzz -;- oh vhell. shall keep both. see how things turn out. I may just keep this afterall. But I might wna change my blog address. heh. :D) I discovered this smiley it's so cuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D: Hello Daniel you small boy paoface. :D) you can be a lotus seed pao, you look like it! :D) then &lt;u&gt;maybe, just maybe only,&lt;/u&gt; you can share jon w me. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babyyyy where are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-8619343702039402663?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8619343702039402663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8619343702039402663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-4463307833367696749</id><published>2007-05-24T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:58:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;wow, which is NO posting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-4463307833367696749?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4463307833367696749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4463307833367696749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-which-is-no-posting-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-1744001358355041976</id><published>2007-05-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:32:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  Speechless #</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;fighting online is like racing in the special olympics,&lt;br /&gt;even if you win, you're still retarded. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nips i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon yes I do melt. You are retarded, crutches don't work when they're in front of you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-1744001358355041976?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1744001358355041976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1744001358355041976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/veronicas-speechless.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  Speechless #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-755090372325265422</id><published>2007-05-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:05:15.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns  ;  Does Anybody Hear Her #</title><content type='html'>hello evah-reh-bodeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nips :( even tho I see her everyday, but yeah, we don't talk as much as we used to. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss God. I haven't talked t Him in a pretty looooong time. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall later, before I sleep! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i noticed I sound really self-absorbed. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-755090372325265422?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/755090372325265422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/755090372325265422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-evah-reh-bodeh-d-i-miss-my.html' title='Casting Crowns  ;  Does Anybody Hear Her #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-1478834950179010740</id><published>2007-05-08T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:11:38.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jon chan rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-1478834950179010740?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1478834950179010740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1478834950179010740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/jon-chan-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-3796873900922365375</id><published>2007-05-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:26:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #</title><content type='html'>baby, you're the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think I don't deserve you but, oh well, God gives us what we don't deserve too, Grace, I guess you could take that literally, with a sister going by that name :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I wish I lived in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I could just curl up somewhere and die for awhile, see what it's like on the other side. be away from all the pain and hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-3796873900922365375?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3796873900922365375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3796873900922365375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/fray-how-to-save-life_08.html' title='The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-997298527734148908</id><published>2007-05-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:45:54.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #</title><content type='html'>Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, boyfriend. I do trust you :) I don't have doubts where your heart lies. I'll prove to you, I'm not addicted to you. I'll do my work well. Night babe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-997298527734148908?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/997298527734148908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/997298527734148908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/fray-how-to-save-life_07.html' title='The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-1791197606121692525</id><published>2007-05-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:27:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance  ;  The Sharpest Lives #</title><content type='html'>whao I dono what's wrong w my blogger, all my posts are disappearing, oh well, wts, doesn't matter, I'm just mainly stressed about my work nd stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really thank God for baby, who's been there like all the time. :D whenever I needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for joe nd soph who've been there most've the time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love y''all, i love you bayyyeeeeeeeeeeeee! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-1791197606121692525?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1791197606121692525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1791197606121692525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-chemical-romance-sharpest-lives.html' title='My Chemical Romance  ;  The Sharpest Lives #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-4295200879175340518</id><published>2007-05-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:02:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #</title><content type='html'>oh fuck, I just typed something and it didnt get published, but I shan't bother retyping it cos I'm so sick of retyping shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bascially, it was just ranting. Unimportant stuff you won't know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm grateful for Grace in my class cos nobody else really understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, I really dono why I'm like that, it's really fucked up I know, I should be more responsible, but how was I to know, really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-4295200879175340518?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4295200879175340518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4295200879175340518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/fray-how-to-save-life.html' title='The Fray  ;  How to Save a Life #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-4247200260384604306</id><published>2007-05-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:53:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce  ;  Naughty Girl #</title><content type='html'>;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeyah, school's cool. homework's for dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art, lit, gp, chinese, math, econs. WHAO SHYT. LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy. I won't get t see jon till like Sturday ): saaaaaaaaaaaaaad! nd not I'm growing faaaaaaaaaat. ohmahgahzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetles are rude little pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have sexy eyes, I think Celeste Lee has sexy eyes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs smell funky sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot moose, is on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried fish that isn't fried properly is damn fishy I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold hoopies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you're horny! ( haha I dono why, it's just a saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loewe Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon baaayeeee rockzz (8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaw Saw Lynn is my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lool, baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose-tapping is baye's fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaah AC ALL THE WAY! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangsai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiver muthaf*cka :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub my nuts for good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne is... omg disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall boys rock. Like jon chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are bored if you actually read all the way to U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines is for suckaaz, why can't you be nice t your loved ones all year round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weembo is my latest nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo for Jonnn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You so sexy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz I'm damn sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-4247200260384604306?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4247200260384604306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4247200260384604306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/05/beyonce-naughty-girl.html' title='Beyonce  ;  Naughty Girl #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-11319787780295370</id><published>2007-04-25T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:23:48.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down  ;  Here Without You #</title><content type='html'>Heh, baaayeeeee! That post was really sweet, thanks! x) nd more thanks, for I am at a loss of what to say :DD oh my, ahhhh, you love doing this to me, don't cha? Making melt into this puddle of uhh, liquified Ashley Yuen Jun :) heh. oh my ahhh, I'm seriously speechless! x) I love you I love you I love youuuuuu! really baby, thank you! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! you know you're more than i could ever ask for! x) x) i looooooooooooooooooove baby lool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-11319787780295370?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/11319787780295370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/11319787780295370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-doors-down-here-without-you.html' title='3 Doors Down  ;  Here Without You #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-1210067261254150206</id><published>2007-04-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:48:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #</title><content type='html'>thanks for th encouragement, Baye, Joe and Isaac :D heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baye for going cold on you this afternoon, but it was really sweet, what you said :j I was just in a bad mood. a ver bad one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, thanks for teaching me math, a little, nd like helping me destress. I don't understand why your dad's so paranoid about where I study. I mean honestly, it doesn't matter where. As long as I have someone around to keep me on the ground. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, for telling me funny things, nd like asking me retarded questions about dwight, as in my opinions of him and stuff :) it keeps my mind off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnight. I don't like crying, makes me sniffly. uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-1210067261254150206?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1210067261254150206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1210067261254150206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/nelly-furtado-maneater.html' title='Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-4847471368696084826</id><published>2007-04-24T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:14:42.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne  ;  Girlfriend #</title><content type='html'>Hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a year and a half back, I would've been singing this feeling piteous for myself. :j But now I sing it ns a funny song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. :( I know this sounds so lame, I mean yeah it is I am becoming such a loser manzz. Okay but yeah, I do honest miss him. Anyway, I just frickin' killed half my thumbnail! :( I am pretty violent, I suppose. Then there's that massive workload. And my eyes are still retarded. And to top things of I won't get to see Jon later. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an emo day. Rain for a sad day, keeps the devil away, maybe, just maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's so tired I really need God t give me strength. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end all wouldn't hurt nobody, except maybe all the ones I love. Lucifer the deceiver cuts short sentences. I seem to be talking to myself, I must be going insane. Dr. woffles wu, fix my brains please. They are a fundemental part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go cry, I won't feel so crazy once I do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-4847471368696084826?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4847471368696084826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4847471368696084826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/avril-lavigne-girlfriend.html' title='Avril Lavigne  ;  Girlfriend #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-7424984635628351997</id><published>2007-04-22T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:53:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns  ;  Stained Glass Masquerade #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Are we happy plastic people?&lt;br /&gt;On shiny plastic steeples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penny for your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald's has become so stingy in the last few years I suppose, cos they give you less but make it look like more. they really know how to live up to the phrase "less is more". anyway, MY ICE CREAM WAS HOLLOW! I was so infuriated. I'm like ahppily licking my cone, and then suddenly my tongue touches nothingness. It's shocking, I mean, if the icecream fell off onto my hand or smtg, I would've realised. and then I see this hollow in my icecream. It's that feeling of being cheated! &gt;( Mean beans Mcstingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye. have hw, oh and I'm not so affected by that word anymore. :D unless it's said in a certain tone. :j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pw!!!! oh and my teacher's name is Forest. He looks like a tree, all long-limbed and his digits are real elongated too! o.0 How intriguing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng&amp;gender=m" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng is the smallest of Jupiter's many moons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng can eat up to four kilograms of insects in a single night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng was first grown in America by the grandmother Maria Ann Smith, from whom his name comes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng from each salad served in first class!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About one tenth of Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng is permanently covered in ice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng-fights take place there every day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Vermont, the ratio of cows to Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng is 10:1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng is actually a fruit, not a vegetable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Zealand was the first place to allow Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng to vote.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owls cannot move their eyes, because their eyeballs are shaped like Jonathan Chan Wei Sheng.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! credits to jowell. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-7424984635628351997?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7424984635628351997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7424984635628351997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/casting-crowns-stained-glass-masquerade.html' title='Casting Crowns  ;  Stained Glass Masquerade #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-8411876820497870663</id><published>2007-04-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:28:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly ;  Na-Nana-Na #</title><content type='html'>:D this song is love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. hmmmmmm, been hooked on timbaland's Give It To Me in th last two weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babybabybabybaby! :D Grace hates it everytime I talk about you, so I don't anymore. haha I just stare at th photo nd g crazy. :D I &lt;b&gt;THINK&lt;/b&gt; it's normal? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohum, hate hw! I WNA RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN! but I can't rah! &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoooooooooooolzz monnnzzzz :( :) :D I dono which one. Pick one when it best complements your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeay btw, my timing for 2.4's improved significantly. I think as th track gets bigger, it's easier. I used t complain about running 12 rounds, th 200m track, then it was th I dono how many m but it's 7 rounds park. Now, I think my track's too small, it's alr 400m. we should have an 800m track! then we'd run only 3 rounds :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering, how I managed to scratch my cornea. I know this is so random, but it's a question that bugs me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the art competition shit. AH! no inspiration I dont have a theme i'm gna die! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 my baye j x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-8411876820497870663?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8411876820497870663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8411876820497870663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/nelly-na-nana-na.html' title='Nelly ;  Na-Nana-Na #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-3297736636462717157</id><published>2007-04-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:57:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna  ;  Pon De Replay #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;shake it till the moon becomes a sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, trng was good tdy, cos I like finally improved on SOMETHING, my running, sprinting 400m is crazy, and I'm sper happy I did it in 1.18! :D  Hehe, ohkay, I know many people out there run faster than me but WHAT THE HECK, I'M STILL DAMN HAPPY! :D :D Heh. Hmm, oh, I left my file in school, nd I really pray it'll still be there tmr morning! (: alrightey, I shall be off to sleep after a prayer! (: seeeyaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I found a visual treat in AC! (: Hint, he looks like Jon's bro :P Jon's bro looks like Jon, so indirectly this boy looks like Jon! yeay I love my boy :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-3297736636462717157?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3297736636462717157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3297736636462717157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/rihanna-pon-de-replay.html' title='Rihanna  ;  Pon De Replay #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-8951850105225407280</id><published>2007-04-07T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:20:43.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On  ;  Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm sexy, I'm cute! I'm popular to boot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitchin', great hair! The boys all love to stare!&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanted, I'm hot! I'm everything your not!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty, I'm cool! I dominate this school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Just guess! Guys wanna touch my chest!&lt;br /&gt;I'm rockin'! I smile! And many think I'm vile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flyin', I jump! You can look but don't you hump! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm nature, I roar! I swear I'm not a whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cheer and we lead! We act like we're on speed!&lt;br /&gt;Hate us cause we're beautiful well we don't like u either!&lt;br /&gt;We're cheerleaders! We are cheerleaders! ROLL CALL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO I LOVE THIS CHEEER! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-8951850105225407280?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8951850105225407280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8951850105225407280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/bring-it-on-cheer.html' title='Bring It On  ;  Cheer'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-7524645086798154694</id><published>2007-04-05T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T04:16:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  Heavily Broken #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm choking&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even move&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;What can you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm heavily broken&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like killing myself, but when I think of all th people who'll be happy, I don't bother continuing my train of thought. cos it just isn't worth it. Making Satan happy? forget it. Making baby sad? Even more so I shouldn't do it. God? I dono how God feels. Cos on th one hand, it's entering His kingdom earlier, but on th other it's cutting short God's plan, so I don't relaly know what He thinks of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-7524645086798154694?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7524645086798154694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7524645086798154694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/04/veronicas-heavily-broken.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  Heavily Broken #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-780820206201352846</id><published>2007-03-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:15:56.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance  ;  This Is How I Disappear #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And if you could talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's so,&lt;br /&gt;That all the good girls go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Well, heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without you, is how I disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And live my life alone, forever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me cry out to you?&lt;br /&gt;Words I thought I'd choke on figure out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not so with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a ghost&lt;br /&gt;So I can't hurt you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;So I can't hurt you anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single word, "bye", is used so often and so carelessly, it doesn't hold much meaning now. It's sort of ironic in fact, that we say "bye" happily, when to me, it seems to invoke this sense of foreboding. A feeling that something horrid is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so awful and embarassing for people to lean against the glass panels in the mrts. have you ever noticed how people put their entire weight on the glass? Sometimes, they're so fat, the glass creaks a little, and that scares the shit outta me. More importantly, the way their asses are squahed against the glass, on which I would like to emphasise, is &lt;b&gt;transparent&lt;/b&gt;, you know, like, see through? It definitely leaves disturbing images in the heads of fellow passengers, especially the poor unsuspecting victims who're sitting at the corner seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By The Way&lt;/b&gt;, for people who think I'm a slacker and in total control of my life, please think again. I'm stressed like hell, I'm losing baby, losing myself, and most importantly, &lt;u&gt;losing God&lt;/u&gt;. I know I sound like such a loser. But whatever trips your trigger, I suppose. I guess, it's the expression of calm and cool I usually have on my face, that causes others to have such perceptions of me. But really, deep down somewhere, I'm lost, okay? Perhaps reading this post will make someone out there appreciate their lives more, or at least feel the consolation of someone you despise being just like you. I don't think I'm superior to people, I just judge others to feel better about myself. Call me insecure, but sometimes I really don't give a shit about what people think of me, y'know? It's like, sometimes, I'm on top of the world, and next moment, I'm living in hell. Undercutting? definitely, loads of it. Contradictions? the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The world is black, and they're hearts are cold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-780820206201352846?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/780820206201352846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/780820206201352846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-chemical-romance-this-is-how-i.html' title='My Chemical Romance  ;  This Is How I Disappear #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-8328377393991572147</id><published>2007-03-28T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:18:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance  ;  Dead! #</title><content type='html'>Everytime I hear this song I'm reminded of sunil rai in MI! o.0 handsome indian/malay mixed boy. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my main concern tdy is why are people so unoriginal all th time. this world has 2 kinds of people. Th creators, nd th followers. Creators are cool, nd followers?...downright pityful. eg. sophil nd i came up w this breasties shit by accident, nd then we used it. slowly, many people starts using it, but I'm pretty sure, we all know who th ORIGINAL breast&amp;nips are, right? It's annoying, in some ways, nd flattering in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. we're all human I guess. So, I suppose I shouldn't bother too much about this shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, I got MC for tdy, cos surprisingly I've a fever which I didn't realise I'd been having for th past 2-3 days alr. LOL! :P My MC says exempted from PE till Friday, does that include trng? ah shit my left calf is still aching, nevermind, baye'll make it all right :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework undone: Lit nd Math. SHIT. I dono how t do Math nd there isn't a single relevant book for Lit at home! th internet's th best I can do for now, I guess :j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-8328377393991572147?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8328377393991572147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8328377393991572147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-chemical-romance-dead.html' title='My Chemical Romance  ;  Dead! #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-2485866371484361527</id><published>2007-03-27T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:08:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance  ;  Mama #</title><content type='html'>Hey all, AC is a wonderful school, and I love singing th school song! :D even tho I don't know half th lyrics :P Sorry, we don't have a school diary that shows us what they are! :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I miss baye, cos like all th trng's are so tiring that I don't talk much t him on th phone, which is also because I reach home at like after 10? o.0 ah well. it's great that many of my MI friend have migrated w me t AC! :D so that I have at least a social life t speak of besides th netballers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shit. i'm sorry i can't give you more time baye, cos i'm alr maxing myeslf out. I'm certain you are too, esp when you wait for me t get home so you can call me :j thanks so much, k? I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paddle pop hiphop jelly rockzz my sockzzz. :) I want chips now. I wna be sick tmr so that I don't have t go school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-2485866371484361527?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/2485866371484361527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/2485866371484361527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-chemical-romance-mama.html' title='My Chemical Romance  ;  Mama #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-4055674622561155516</id><published>2007-03-11T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:29:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akon  ;  I Wanna Love You #</title><content type='html'>ackkkk. WHEN IS AC GNA CALL MEEEEEE! I NEEEED T GET INTO AC! must must must! nervous nd jittery, my gosh, haven't felt like this for what seems like a pretty long time. The last time it happened was back when I was getting back Os results. So alright, maybe I did well back then. But my luck will run out, right? I mean I really hope God blesses me la. Like seriously bless me by letting me in AC then I won't have t be stuck wherever I am, w many chinese-ed people. I'd feel super outta place, if it weren't for Aaron :D Thanks for being there slaveman ;) Please AC, please call. I wna be part of AC nd netball nd play for th school. Get good results nd go NUS! :j I know this sounds so unlike Ashley, but ah well. People change, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God open th doors please. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-4055674622561155516?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4055674622561155516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/4055674622561155516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/akon-i-wanna-love-you.html' title='Akon  ;  I Wanna Love You #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-3438262503575496641</id><published>2007-03-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:36:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kanasai kanasai kanasai!</title><content type='html'>I friggin' got into Yshun JC. zomg. that is SO sick ugh! I want AC oh man AC please accept me :( ahhhhh! I don't wna be stuck in a lousy institution with lousy students who'll not help me get into university w A's but drag me down t C's nd D's ! ack. Dear God please this means so much t me I really need this one last shot at like being somebody, useful nd not incapable of doing anything! :/ I promise I'll study hard, really I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-3438262503575496641?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3438262503575496641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3438262503575496641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/kanasai-kanasai-kanasai.html' title='kanasai kanasai kanasai!'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-3443377584357642936</id><published>2007-03-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:22:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wang Lee Hong  ;  Kiss Goodbye #</title><content type='html'>yeaaaayyy I dono what th song lyrics are, but i know it's nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love baby i love baby i love baby i love baby i love baby i love baby i love baby! one for everyday of th week&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,I am a happy happy happy girl. I know happy's a highly overrated word. But I really am very happy! x) mostly cos I got t see jon almost everyday, nd i adore that boy more nd more each day. cos he's really damn small boy i like. ohmy i sound like a paedophile, even t myself o.0 nevermind. He's same age as me so I AM NOT! :D anyway, i like th way you're such a homey person. you'd rather spend time w me at my place just sitting nd talking nonsense playing dota, nd &lt;b&gt;METALSLUG&lt;/b&gt; w me on your laptop. instead of going out. ohmy i love that game. it's so supermario, old school. :)) I wna play again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k tdy went amknlb in th morning til 1130, then headed t bishan gym. :) there was this ginormous group of pierce boys there. nd there was one i stared at for a little too long. hey I mean it ain't my fault if i stare at you, cos you have a really weird hairstyle that I've t spend at least a minute figuring our your gender. I know it's so demoralising nd degrading. but i'm sorry, you're at fault, cos you got your hair done that way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went t th bishan nlb then waited for joe t reach th interchange for lunch. I ate chicken rice. :D (yes baye stop asking me t eat more it's alot!) nd then we walked around, having fun criticising th things in th shops :P nd then it was raining so heavily, we like just took refuge in th stupid library. nd found some relatively interesting magazines. where th girl's asses were th size of america, nd made of jelly. oh yeah, which reminds me that noone's answered my question on fat women's breasts. :(  some people out there are seriously living in self-denial if they can't simply accept th fact that they are fat.  &gt;(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;take for example, christie! :D She's fat but she prolly thinks she's thin as a rail. unfortunately, no, she isn't. she's about th size of a buffalo. nd I am afraid t stand next t her cos i keep thinking she's gna fall on me nd squash me flat. eew. No I would &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; want t die such a horrible death. maybe if I got squashed by someone else like jonchan I wouldn't mind, but, seriously, Christie? Thanks, but no thanks. Btw, when is anyone ever gna tell her straight out, or at least hint t her, that her clothes are always mismatched? nd that she wears clothes that bring out th worst in her? nd he purple crocs? get real girl, ditch 'em. They are so not hot. Nd your frames? oh gimme a break, you seriously need an extreme makeover! Or maybe you should sign up for diva on a dime, perhaps they'd teach you t dress right. Perhaps maybe they'd be too confused themselves on wehere they should even start. HAH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ANYWAY, while we sat in th library, joe made all his calls t gene nd th like. ohkay. then I just read my book nd stuff. nd he told me so much stuff about him I would never imagine. It's cool you'd tell me these things :) well yeay. I enjoyed my day, along w th daily gossip that goes w it. I'm sorry God, tho I'm afraid I'm never gna break that habit. Cos it's one I love a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till whenever I next blog! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-3443377584357642936?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3443377584357642936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3443377584357642936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/03/wang-lee-hong-kiss-goodbye.html' title='Wang Lee Hong  ;  Kiss Goodbye #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-5027272218861445821</id><published>2007-02-24T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:29:13.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin  ;  King of Glory #</title><content type='html'>agh. ah well, this week as flown by, nd yeaaaaay angpaos nd movies nd friends nd &lt;b&gt;b&amp;hearts;yfriend&lt;/b&gt; makes me happy happy happy! :D oh well. I've caught Norbit nd Dreamgirls, they're both definitely worth th watch! :D Norbit's so gross, but quite an egoboost for fat people. I mean I've never seen a woman that fat in real life. :P koolohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K can't wait for 4 March! Ugly Betty's premiering on Ch5! :D:D:D  Yeayzors. :)) Get t see her. Okay, actually she isn't really ugly, but yeah I dono why they call her ugly betty. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh! I've got a question! Y'know how skinny girls usually have smaller breasts? How about fat people? they've got bigger ones, right? &lt;b&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; is their breasts all cellulite? :D Someone please tell me! A fat person perhaps? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-5027272218861445821?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5027272218861445821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5027272218861445821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/chris-tomlin-king-of-glory.html' title='Chris Tomlin  ;  King of Glory #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-3180510459491921442</id><published>2007-02-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:09:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce  ;  Irreplaceable #</title><content type='html'>Every superhero movie you watch, th bad guy's always up t one thing or another, usually either wanting t superhero t reveal his identity (by removing his mask), or taking over th world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that th baddies wna unmask these heroes so badly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cliche, nd yet we love these unidentified guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we admire them for their ability t lead double lives w nobody ever finding out. Strictly speaking, it is really difficult t do that, since it means keeping it entirely secret. as in no sharing at all. I mean, who can live w/o sharing their deepest darkest secret t anybody at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some can. But I've finally found out why I love marvel's superheroes so much. they're ordinary, yet extraordinary, in their own special ways. incomprehendible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is what happens when you leave me w too much time on my hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-3180510459491921442?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3180510459491921442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/3180510459491921442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/beyonce-irreplaceable.html' title='Beyonce  ;  Irreplaceable #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-5168760760690554497</id><published>2007-02-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:45:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback  ;  Faraway #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I love you, I loved you all slong.  :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going places I'm unfamiliar w, cos I have a tendency t lose my way. Due t th lack of sense of direction, which is exactly what happened t me ytd, while searching for amknlb. I was walking in th opposite direction of th library, nd ended up taking a big big round, that took 20 minutes t cover on foot.  &gt;(  Why dont they have signs t show th way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met baye j tdy aftet sending Dez off. :(  omh, I'm really gna miss her. But thankfully I didn't cry tdy. :D  If any tears at all, nobody saw, so all's cool. :) July faster come! I wna see Dezzzz!  :l at least I passed her th things I wanted t. :j  well, baye cheered me up. nd I'm sorry I burned a hole in your pocket baye, I didn't mean t, but you insisted on it being your treat! nd th stupid butch was being such a bitch. not surprising, she's prolly jealous I can get a boy, while she's left alone, confused about her sexual orientation. :P hahaa nd th people at th neighboring table kept staring at baye, I think they were like gay men or smtg, teachers from AJ. :) HAHAHA. then went t amknlb again, nd this time when jon saw his school he was like "biiiiiiitch! yuck I hate you, biiiiiitch!" HAHAHA. :D so funny la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-5168760760690554497?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5168760760690554497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5168760760690554497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/nickelback-faraway.html' title='Nickelback  ;  Faraway #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-6414952720493544424</id><published>2007-02-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:41:09.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juelz Santana  ;  The Whistle Song #</title><content type='html'>keep movin' till ya feel somethin' hard in ya back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay, went t AC w Jon, nd all for nothing -;-  nevermind. anyway, had lunch at Taka, nd yum yum, th Eggs Ben! :D Haha, but I couldn't finish half of it. oh well, I mean, that's where Jon comes into th picture right? He &lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt; food, nd I've no idea how else I could emphasise that more. Th best present you could give him is food! Well, as long as it's nice food, you can give him, don't give him food you don't want, that's just plain mean, treating him like a trashcan.  &gt;(  Yeap, ooers bought my neon pink paint! woopeee :D  Then like ehh th BRUSHPEN! :D:D:D Super shiok man. :)) K I really hope AC accpets me eh! I wna go AC please God, let me in! Let them love my face. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k feel like reading stupid manga even tho th drawings aren't all that nice. eeheee. :D bye! (I never knew there was manga porn, eew gross.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-6414952720493544424?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/6414952720493544424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/6414952720493544424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/juelz-santana-whistle-song.html' title='Juelz Santana  ;  The Whistle Song #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-1091441542081581400</id><published>2007-02-10T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:35:02.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #</title><content type='html'>wooooooyaaaaaaaaaaa! :D 14 points! :D YESSSSSS. whoopee okay. I know it would seem devastating t people w extremely high expectations, but I am happy. and I don't care what y'all think of it! :))) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner w my boy later yeaay! x) Monday, t AC for appeal form w Faiz. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay, happy valentines in advance t all y'suckaaz out there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's th breakdown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng 3&lt;br /&gt;Chi 5  :) have improvement eh!&lt;br /&gt;Mat 2&lt;br /&gt;Sci 1&lt;br /&gt;Lit 3&lt;br /&gt;Ssg 3  omg damn happy about this one!&lt;br /&gt;Art 2  :DDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd I'm really proud of my bestfriend! who got 7 :D not forgetting baby, who's got like 8? -;- expected la. haha oh well, yeay I can go cny visiting! get more angpaos nd more sweets t stock up on wlao cny sounds like halloween  -;-  thankfully no tricks t play. But quite fun lei. Okay, come october shall go trick-or-treating :D quite far eh. nevermind. think of valentines first! :) nd easter, oooh, Easter! I like, eggs. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-1091441542081581400?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1091441542081581400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/1091441542081581400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/justin-timberlake-sexyback.html' title='Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-7157542280232821964</id><published>2007-02-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:39:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR  ;  Teenagers #</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gave school a miss, both tdy nd ytd. what th hell is wrong w me! omg. k nevermind, skipped for a worthy cause aka, seeing &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; boyfriend :D nd he's all mine! x)  So, hung out, had lunch, nd his room is pretty nice, more space t himself than I've got anyway. :) But his bed is hard like some rock. I like my bed better! :D :D k then umm now I'm home nd yes, baby, your medical certificate expires as of tmr! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hea hea hea. then ytd went w baby t see th doctor, nd wlao eh! go in for like 5 minutes nd come out w two days m.c! Like wth! is that unfair or what! &gt;(  haha. doesn't matter. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack shit, results in like a miserable 3 days time. :l  I don't want!  &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;consolation&lt;/b&gt; tho, is that tmr I'll be seeing that boy again! :D Ikea tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till friday where I'll update whoever chances upon this blog. seeyaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-7157542280232821964?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7157542280232821964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/7157542280232821964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/02/mcr-teenagers.html' title='MCR  ;  Teenagers #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-8363649560061341100</id><published>2007-01-30T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:40:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beanie Man  ;  Zingy #</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm finally getting into a habit of lessons nd homework. Then again, I've also picked up a terrible habit of skipping lessons.  :P  But it ain't my fault if th teacher sucks, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight. Anyhow, I've got th workload piling up, better go get rid of it pronto! :)) See ya! My baby's got cool new specs that look totally fab on him byeeeeeeeee! zomg I'm so lucky t have th hottest sexiest, everything-your-boyfriend's-not boyfriend in th whole wide world! x) x) x) Aren't y'all th teeniest bit jealous? well, deal with it! ;) You'll find yours someday, someday. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shitshitshitresultscomingoutsoonahhh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-8363649560061341100?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8363649560061341100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/8363649560061341100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/beanie-man-zingy.html' title='Beanie Man  ;  Zingy #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-5052637056607092268</id><published>2007-01-27T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:33:06.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers  ;  All I Want Is You #</title><content type='html'>I don't feel it's wrong t use obscenities, I'm just not comfortable using them. Guys may use it nd it sounds okay on them, because they're just rougher I guess, but girls? I dono la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, why do girls cry nd boys get angry? I think it's stupid. Why can't these emotions be just eliminated totally? like altogether?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-5052637056607092268?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5052637056607092268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/5052637056607092268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/planetshakers-all-i-want-is-you_27.html' title='Planetshakers  ;  All I Want Is You #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116955088080265922</id><published>2007-01-23T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:17:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers  ;  All I Want Is You #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Take me to that secret place&lt;br /&gt;where I can only see Your face&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else will ever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;You take away the guilty stains&lt;br /&gt;the things I've done that I can't change&lt;br /&gt;it's only by the power of Your Name.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could feel this kind of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus help me, please. I'm faling and I can't pick myself up off of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the stupid things I've done, recently.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the past. &lt;br /&gt;Sure I regret some foolish decisions.&lt;br /&gt;But some people learn the hard way, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Making snide remarks about just anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping, God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;Stop me.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s Why baby, why? I don't know either. :l But I'm really sorry. And thanks for cheering me up. :j&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116955088080265922?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116955088080265922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116955088080265922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/planetshakers-all-i-want-is-you.html' title='Planetshakers  ;  All I Want Is You #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116902471203915859</id><published>2007-01-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:05:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/976509/DSCN9669.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/263174/DSCN9668.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/116349/DSCN9670.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/625165/DSCN9671.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/479308/DSCN9672.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/57519/DSCN9675.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/785849/DSCN9674.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/148624/DSCN9676.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/696452/DSCN9681.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/363637/DSCN9680.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japs have terrible terrible English, seriously. If you ask me nicely I'll send more rubbish photos. Like quite lazy t upload every single one I took eh! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I love my baby he's so sexy whooooooo x) See y'all around in school, chow ya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CKS cos they're cool people who don't backstab nd shit like some others yeay ;) nd I love breastie cos she's like my pillar of support asides from Baby  :DD nd Hannah's so fun t hang w just like Dez we're all racist assholes but that doesn't mean I don't have any Indian friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116902471203915859?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116902471203915859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116902471203915859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/japs-have-terrible-terrible-english.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116894142166434687</id><published>2007-01-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:00:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake ft. T.I.  ;  My Love #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Your Spot My Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, saw baby tdy whoopee :D :D :D :D Somehow it makes me go crazy just staring at him x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow ytd was Vivo w Hannah nd lots nd lots &lt;b&gt;nd I mean &lt;u&gt;LOTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of window shopping!  :)  Fun fun, then realised I've grown fatter, so YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went t th &lt;i&gt;DAISO&lt;/i&gt; everything's-2-bucks shop. nd had th greatest time laughing at th English language used by Japanese, will upload th photos when I've th time. But gawwd, totally hilarious nd I was feeling pretty embarassed for them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, there's this really &lt;u&gt;HOT&lt;/u&gt; set of undies at TOPSHOP, who'd be so kind as t buy for me? it says &lt;i&gt;Kiss ME&lt;/i&gt; lolol. I'm a size 8, nd yeah yeah go ahead nd laugh at my fat ass la, I don't care! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's timetable is shit laaaaa. Stupid history in th morning spoils my day. UGH. Oh well, there's always CKS t cheer me up! :D nd whatever else I've planned for th afternoon! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see y'all man, I wna go ACJC AC ALL TH WAAAAAAY! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116894142166434687?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116894142166434687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116894142166434687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/justin-timberlake-ft-ti-my-love.html' title='Justin Timberlake ft. T.I.  ;  My Love #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116866501795313342</id><published>2007-01-13T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:10:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #</title><content type='html'>Haha, this song is constantly on replay but I really really like it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's updating on ytd, since I didn't really give th details :P Th day started out w History, nd I was dreading it, thinking that we were gna have that weird lady who can't stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we've a teacher called &lt;i&gt;Mr. Benny Lim&lt;/i&gt;. He's suffering from pronunciationitis. nd a pretty bad case of it too. :D  He gave us a little pop quiz, nd was asking us what countries some of the flags displayed belonged t.  -;-  Anyway, after going thru 20 different questions (okay there were photos of old people too), he went thru answers! And &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;, is where it gets fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBL: "What's country does dis frag beelong tu?"&lt;br /&gt;Students: ---silence.&lt;br /&gt;MBL: "If you say dis is Asean, then you're wrong, dis is de Asean frag."&lt;br /&gt;CKS: "rotflmfao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. super funny! K then he also made errors in "&lt;i&gt;cerfiticate&lt;/i&gt;" HAHAHAHA! then then then! "&lt;b&gt;Don't pray a foo ah!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. eh my home tutor is so funny nd nice, she reminds me of baby's mom. :P Only that his mom is a lot cuter nd slimmer. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, R didn't go t school nd that's totally cool :) I hope he falls sick more often. :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seee y'all Monday (MI people), go for Fusion maybe I'll see ya tnight! It's at Suntec whoopeee nd i'll be sitting w my boy :D lublub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I like being a happy girl it makes me really gay!&lt;/b&gt; nd high nd all but it's fun t be happy everybody so smiley yeay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116866501795313342?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116866501795313342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116866501795313342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/fergie-fergalicious_13.html' title='Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116860027817345897</id><published>2007-01-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:12:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/291128/DSCN9652.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CKS! We're cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/960461/DSCN9651.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleesh, J, Ash, Bingko, Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/3256/DSCN9644.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j, Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/543844/DSCN9646.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/810454/DSCN9634.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello tdy has been a uhhhh. bawring day. Hmm. OKAY! It was so dreary till about 1245 :D Yeay, &lt;b&gt;CKS&lt;/b&gt; rocks!! :D Hahaha, Jamiiieeeeeeeeeeee  ;)  Kiiiiiiiiimm ;) Hahaha! ;) ;) ;) Ohkay la, me too but YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopeee. anyway, met Jon, yeay yeay yeay now I know how t do &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; logarithms :) Baby's th best teacher! x) nd thanks Eug, for like keeping me from hyperventilating, nd annoying me Hhaha, wlao eh, &lt;i&gt;"whoa, can't wait right, one more stop only, look at you carrying your bag!"&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha, shuddup la! k la you see ** you'll also behave th same way k! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, gna do stuff, seeyaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116860027817345897?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116860027817345897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116860027817345897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/fergie-fergalicious_12.html' title='Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116849859035912442</id><published>2007-01-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:17:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-  ;  - #</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM IN NO MOOD T LISTEN T MUSIC.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, has thus far been th worst day of th week. IF, it gets any worse, I'll update y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't get t see my baby.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was a bitch t him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got caught in th rain, w/o an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;4. My first history lesson went pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;5. I only saw ** once tdy. &lt;br /&gt;6. My underwear was unconfortable.&lt;br /&gt;7. I ate a lot. (Yes Derrick, okay I'm fat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7's supposed t be a perfect number. Yeah, Perfect reasons t mess up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well t top it off, my boyfriend doesn't wna talk t me so "&lt;b&gt;hooray&lt;/b&gt;" :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes 8, so much for bringing luck. My camel's bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It rained like mad.&lt;br /&gt;10. My shoes nd clothes nd bag were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;11. asdfghjkl;! I touched nd saw smtg gross!!! &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1. My boy's happy again :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number eleven on th list was th ultimate grossest thing I've ever EVER encountered so yeah I'm not telling &lt;b&gt;ANYONE&lt;/b&gt; except maybe th whole wide world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if you ask nicely I'll tell you :)&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116849859035912442?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116849859035912442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116849859035912442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='-  ;  - #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116832402704403635</id><published>2007-01-09T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:28:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  London Bridge #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;VIP cos you know I gotta shine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo school's cool w new friends nd yeay I get lifts t th MRT stations everyday whoopee (thanks eugene :)) Anyway, went t King Albert Park macs ytd morningt meet Eugene's friends, so made new friends who know Rachel yips! x) They're so funny, esp Jamie nd Kim heehee :D I like eggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then anyway there's this weirdo called &lt;b&gt;Rafial&lt;/b&gt; (sp?) previously from Maris Stella, nd he's quite a trailer, I should say, a big joke, really. As in, &lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;seriously!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: " Hey, my name's Eugene, what's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;R: "Rrrrrrrrafial" (&lt;i&gt;haha ohkay exaggeration but I find his name funny&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;E: "So, where're your Marist Stella friends? You not sitting w them?"&lt;br /&gt;R: "No, they're freaks."&lt;br /&gt;E: "--- aren't you th freak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.omg. then R has this friend/ freak called Peter. Nd he's just as weird. My goodness, Jeremy went t say Hi nd he hugged Jeremy hahahahahaha! Poor boy. Traumatised by a coupla queers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's some other indian guy, he's so round, like a pao, ohkay, correction! Chow ta pau. :D Who swaggers, nd he's got J Lo's butt man! omg. Eugene, Brandon, Derek, Jeremy nd Joshua all having a fun time pretending t be gay w him lolol!  :P  So so funny I tell you!  Gosh. Haven't laughed like that in &lt;b&gt;AGES&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/691753/DSCN9615.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HI CHRIS! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Cute right! Cutest boy on campus. wait ah, show you th cutest boy on &lt;s&gt;earth&lt;/s&gt;, no, &lt;b&gt;UNIVERSE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/500970/DSCN9224.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=lime&gt;HAPPY 17TH RACH! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116832402704403635?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116832402704403635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116832402704403635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/fergie-london-bridge.html' title='Fergie  ;  London Bridge #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116806161461681012</id><published>2007-01-06T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:33:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/91237/DSCN9585.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade nd Dez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/243885/DSCN9587.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah nd I  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/622457/DSCN9607.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my lone indian friend, Naresh.  :) ( yeay Jonchan's cute right!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/171505/DSCN9604.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh I was damn scared he'd collapse on me k! Just look at th size difference! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation/ De Novo 2007 was really really fun nd yeay I love my OGL she's so funny nd whiney! (yeay whiners rule!) x) Ohkay then yeay I have this group member Wen Jun who's really funny nd crazy :D nd I think he looks like a cat okay on monday i shall give him a picture of a cat :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH!!!! nd there's this really cute boy in my group too! His name's Christopher! :D Super duper cute k, he's like th only eyecandy there is on campus. how boring. But he likes disturbing me. I lend him my ipod nd ask him t fan me then he just fan himself. then was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "eh! I ask you t fan me!"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yah. I'm fanning me what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-;- Bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. hope t appeal t science faculty or I'll be doing really badly in all my classes! :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116806161461681012?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116806161461681012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116806161461681012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/fergie-fergalicious.html' title='Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116771238731510387</id><published>2007-01-02T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:37:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/631567/DSCN8883.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss th cheezel-throwing-at-indians fun we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/105551/P1090234.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breastie! nd all th shit we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/748742/S6000948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay th hawtest baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/480985/JOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th goodest boy   friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/817297/IMG_7339.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man th coolest girl on th block, gna miss all th crazy things we did :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116771238731510387?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116771238731510387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116771238731510387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/nelly-furtado-maneater.html' title='Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116762102196202944</id><published>2007-01-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:10:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani  ;  Wind It Up #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The girls wna know why the boys like us so much&lt;/i&gt;  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/162740/DSCN9550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/739748/DSCN9550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/39140/DSCN9563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/943848/DSCN9563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/38419/DSCN9551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/276783/DSCN9551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/667231/DSCN9559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/658695/DSCN9559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/979081/DSCN9548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/336663/DSCN9548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't scold this little monkey, cos he makes you feel guilty by being so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/934259/DSCN9515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/347715/DSCN9515.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this boy just makes my world go round! x) &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=orange&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a Rockin' 07 everyone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116762102196202944?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116762102196202944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116762102196202944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2007/01/gwen-stefani-wind-it-up.html' title='Gwen Stefani  ;  Wind It Up #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116704092277089290</id><published>2006-12-25T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:02:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-  ;  - #</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/798709/DSCN9528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/562123/DSCN9528.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee thanks jeremy (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116704092277089290?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116704092277089290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116704092277089290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='-  ;  - #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116687662159364794</id><published>2006-12-23T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:23:41.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Milian  ;  Call Me Beep Me #</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/1600/110473/DSCN9393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7708/532/320/193377/DSCN9393.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Call me, beep me,&lt;br /&gt;if you wna reach me ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, skipped th party. Had th stupid backyard t clean up, my goodness, it's back-breaking work just mopping up that place! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked w Jon on th phone till like 11+  :))  Poor boy, down w God-knows-what. :(  It's alright, I'm sure he'll be better by uh Christmas! :DD whoopee! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going t church for th countdown service, cos there isn't any christmas party this year :(  but there's New year's eve which means more booze, so like, whoooohooo! :DDD Haha &lt;b&gt;I. Am. So. Growing. Fat. &gt;(&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made th christmas cards :D They're so nice I don't feel like giving them away! Hahaha, ohgay, self-praise aside, I've only written for my like really really close friends nd if I didn't write for you, I'm sorry, I just don't have th time nd energy to! Cos it really is such a lot of work  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well, th people who should expect a card are, Jon Joe Luke Leonard Rachel Tania Mel Karina Sayrah Genigeniwawa nd Absy. Soph Dez Hannah Dayna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all kids :D Seeya! it's less than 48 hours t christmas! wonder what my parents got me ehhee can't wait! :D:D:DD:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;nd then school will start all over nd screw it my school's so far away it takes an hour t get there! &gt;( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116687662159364794?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116687662159364794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116687662159364794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/christina-milian-call-me-beep-me.html' title='Christina Milian  ;  Call Me Beep Me #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116677553525861416</id><published>2006-12-22T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:18:55.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeannie Ortega  ;  Crowded #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Back up off me &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am suffocating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awarded w th &lt;b&gt;CDC &amp; CCC Good Progress Award&lt;/b&gt;! D'they know how ridiculous its's gna look on them if they actually saw my results?!  o.0 I got a friggin' 24 points for Prelims!  &gt;(  nd they call that good progress? they're kidding themselves! but it's alright. I've now an excuse t escape questioning on why all th money's gone. haha! sorry, I'd t stock up for camp so I spent quitea  bit on th food :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyway, gotta run! Party later, housework t be completed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116677553525861416?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116677553525861416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116677553525861416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/jeannie-ortega-crowded.html' title='Jeannie Ortega  ;  Crowded #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116666641740835737</id><published>2006-12-21T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:00:17.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarai  ;  Ladies #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey Mr. Dj turn th music up loud&lt;br /&gt;nd everybody report t th dance floor now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th rain's driving me up th wall!&lt;br /&gt;everyday keep raining,&lt;br /&gt;after I've just cleaned th backyard floor&lt;br /&gt;it rains again,&lt;br /&gt;making it dirty nd sandy&lt;br /&gt;nd I'll be back at square one&lt;br /&gt;it's so bloody infurirating!  &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual Cluster Meeting :)  food tasting session, my goodness, ate damn a lot la! :l then like after that go watch some dumbshit movie &lt;i&gt;Flags of Our Fathers&lt;/i&gt; wasted 7 bucks man! &gt;(  rargh. it's so boring, nd th good parts are all pretty gory. yuck. Boy's show. then caught th last train t serangoon, nd cabbed home w jon :) raining like mad! then while food tasting I saw some shop name "&lt;i&gt;RA21&lt;/i&gt;" haha I thought it was a pub till I saw th shop window display :P my goodness! It was fulla vibrators dildos nd whatever else you can think of  o.0  &lt;b&gt;how can Singapore promote this!&lt;/b&gt; k never mind. I learnt something new! when you walk thru Geylang nd see shops called "&lt;i&gt;sports recreation club&lt;/i&gt;" they're brothels. HAHA. I didn't know. I was like eh why Geylang got recreation club in th middle of nowhere? th boys enlightened me. -;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon came over 5 minutes before Hannah then played KoL nd we watched &lt;i&gt;Angel Wars&lt;/i&gt; whoopee I love that cartoon! Th drawings so nice :DD then after sending Jon t busstop, me nd Hannah went t NTUC t stock up for th night nd it started raining dammit heaviuly luh! Like so annoying th rain, so we were drneched nd we'd t eat dinner at cartel which cost a bomb o.0  then hung around til like 7+ my goodness. that's 3 hours out there all cos of th stupid rain!  &gt;( then watched LOTR th two towers till like 3am, nd viewed friendster profiles nd did christmas cards till like 6am, then went t bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9, walked rusty nd woke hannah up then went t meet up w someone at 11 t get our earrings whee they're so pweety! :DDD then Hannah went home t sleep cos she ain't feeling well. Then I like waited for 15 minutes t meet Dez, nd went swimming :D Haha th water was freaking cold. nd th only thing that made us swim fast were these three dumb dragonflies chasing us around. lol everytime I screamed Dez'd like, duck under th water aahaha! damn funny. then this stupid guy jumped right into th pool. nd like straight away shot up saying "&lt;b&gt;whooooooooooooo whoooo&lt;/b&gt;" HAHAAH that dumbass. Rain for 4days alr still jump right into th water.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay tdy's Thursday nd gna watch Night at th Museum later w Grace, Jon, Joe, nd dono who else luh :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116666641740835737?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116666641740835737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116666641740835737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/sarai-ladies.html' title='Sarai  ;  Ladies #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116640774308632954</id><published>2006-12-18T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:09:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Possible  ;  Call Me Beep Me #</title><content type='html'>yips! Camp was fun fun fun! :D whoa eh Long Island Tea is daaaaaaaaaaaamn nice! :D:D:D  Haha drink until can't walk straight then baby go drink until fall asleep. HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd th worship was damn powerful :)  nd I have a lot of things t apologise t God for right now. Maybe not exactly &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;, but really really big, important sins t repent.  :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watching people getting vibrated is damn fun haha :D but poor Barry, Samuel nd Jon yu(tho I don't really give a shit about this one) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopee. I'd say this was th funnest church camp I'd been t so far, since P6! lol :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Calvin describe &lt;b&gt;th plan&lt;/b&gt;, is so so amusing, haha nd jiawei's floppy hair is damn cute, like shaggy from scooby-doo! :DD nd when kelvin's tired he talks like a girl HAHAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for KoL!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116640774308632954?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116640774308632954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116640774308632954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/kim-possible-call-me-beep-me.html' title='Kim Possible  ;  Call Me Beep Me #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116582321097008455</id><published>2006-12-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:44:20.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Scott  ;  Made #</title><content type='html'>1) Smoked x&lt;br /&gt;2) Consumed alcohol x&lt;br /&gt;3) Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex x&lt;br /&gt;4) Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex x&lt;br /&gt;5) Made out with someone of the opposite sex x&lt;br /&gt;6) Made out with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;7) Had someone in your room of the opposite sex x&lt;br /&gt;8) Watched porn x &lt;i&gt;Don't, it's &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; boring -;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Bought porn&lt;br /&gt;10) Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Taken pain killers x&lt;br /&gt;12) Taken someone else's prescription medicine x&lt;br /&gt;13) Lied to your parents x&lt;br /&gt;14) Lied to a friend x&lt;br /&gt;15) Snuck out of the house x&lt;br /&gt;16) Done something illegal x&lt;br /&gt;17) Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;18) Hurt someone x&lt;br /&gt;19) Wished someone to die x&lt;br /&gt;20) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Missed curfew x&lt;br /&gt;22) Stayed out all night x&lt;br /&gt;23) Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself x&lt;br /&gt;24) Been to a therapist&lt;br /&gt;25) Been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;26) Dyed your hair x&lt;br /&gt;27) Received a ticket&lt;br /&gt;28) Been in a wreck x&lt;br /&gt;29) Been to a club&lt;br /&gt;30) Been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;32) Seen the Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;34) Had a spring break in Florida&lt;br /&gt;35) Sniffed anything x&lt;br /&gt;36) Wore black nail polish x&lt;br /&gt;37) Wore arm bands x&lt;br /&gt;38) Wore t-shirts with band names x&lt;br /&gt;39) Listened to rap x&lt;br /&gt;40) Owned a 50 cent CD&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Dressed gothic x&lt;br /&gt;42) Dressed prep&lt;br /&gt;43) Dressed punk x&lt;br /&gt;44) Dressed grunge x&lt;br /&gt;45) Stole something x&lt;br /&gt;46) Been too drunk to remember anything x&lt;br /&gt;47) Blacked out x&lt;br /&gt;48) Fainted&lt;br /&gt;49) Had a crush on your neighbour x &lt;i&gt;eh he's damn hot lor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Had someone sneak into your room x&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Snuck into someone else's room&lt;br /&gt;52) Had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;53) Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;54) Dry humped someone &lt;i&gt;(oh yeah, everyday, hannah &gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Been called a slut&lt;br /&gt;56) Called someone a slut&lt;br /&gt;57) Installed speakers in your car&lt;br /&gt;58) Broke a mirror&lt;br /&gt;59) Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;60) Brushed your teeth with someone elses toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Consider Mac, Dre, e40 or Mistah Fab your favorite rapper&lt;br /&gt;62) Seen an R rated movie in theaters x &lt;br /&gt;63) Cruised the mall x&lt;br /&gt;64) Skipped school x&lt;br /&gt;65) Had an eating disorder x &lt;i&gt;( -;- it doesn't hurt anyone )&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66) Had an injury x&lt;br /&gt;67) Gone to court&lt;br /&gt;68) Walked out of a restaurant without paying x&lt;br /&gt;69) Caught something on fire x&lt;br /&gt;70) Lied about your age x&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Owned an apartment&lt;br /&gt;72) Cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend x&lt;br /&gt;73) Cheated with someone&lt;br /&gt;74) Got in trouble with the police x&lt;br /&gt;75) Talked to a stranger x&lt;br /&gt;76) Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;77) Kissed a stranger &lt;br /&gt;78) Rode in the car with a stranger x&lt;br /&gt;79) Been sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;80) Been verbally harassed x&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Met face to face with someone you met online&lt;br /&gt;82) Stayed online for 12 hours straight x&lt;br /&gt;83) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight x&lt;br /&gt;84) Watched TV for 12 hours straight x&lt;br /&gt;85) Been to a fair x&lt;br /&gt;86) Been called a bad influence x&lt;br /&gt;87) Cursed x&lt;br /&gt;88) Prank called someone x&lt;br /&gt;89) Laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex x&lt;br /&gt;90) Cheated on a test x&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Cheated on homework x&lt;br /&gt;92) Held hands with someone of the opposite sex x&lt;br /&gt;93) Been pushed into a pool x&lt;br /&gt;94) Played pool x&lt;br /&gt;95) Watched 5 hours of mtv straight x&lt;br /&gt;96) Had a crush on someone 10 years older than you x &lt;br /&gt;97) Had a crush on someone younger than you&lt;br /&gt;98) Wear eyeliner x&lt;br /&gt;99) Skinny dipped &lt;br /&gt;100) Laughed at someone who was seriously hurt x &lt;i&gt;oh yeah, all th time :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total : i dono la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say stranger, &lt;b&gt;taxi drivers&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; strangers too aren't they! :D I always remember t check th license plate no. just in case th dumb driver feels like pulling smtg on me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116582321097008455?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116582321097008455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116582321097008455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/jamie-scott-made.html' title='Jamie Scott  ;  Made #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116574579107666544</id><published>2006-12-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:16:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KoL  ;  Adventuring #</title><content type='html'>wheeeee hee camp on Thursdayyyy! x) nd no parents till like &lt;b&gt;NEXT MONDAY&lt;/b&gt; tell me, &lt;b&gt;IS THAT AWESOME OR WHUT&lt;/b&gt;! :D Anyway, this week's been OHGAY. ahya my camp group th people are either stoners or giggly girly girls! o.0 I mean one of 'ems from my school nd I've never even seen her! -;- like, dude, whaddya do for fun? I mean why haven't I at least &lt;u&gt;seen&lt;/u&gt; you? whut, you go home straight at 1.45 when th bell goes everyday? nd do your parents ferry you all over or smtg? -;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, anyway, they're all so friggin' quiet I'd t move somewhere else t find my own fun, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay can't wait for Thursday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116574579107666544?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116574579107666544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116574579107666544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/kol-adventuring.html' title='KoL  ;  Adventuring #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116550120516270263</id><published>2006-12-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:20:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jarred  ;  got punk'd big time #</title><content type='html'>sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;we majorly pranked jarred last night&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;how come?&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;wadja guys do t him man&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;we wanted t make him pee by putting his hand in hot water&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;but it didnt work&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;and we had to be like UBER quiet&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then he farted&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;we retreated to the toilet to laugh&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then we 3 of us put our hoods over our heads and hid behind the day curtains&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then ron(his roommate) pretended to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then ron was like eh jarred wake up wake up!&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;there's something there&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;shit damn scary&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;eh quickly wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;H HH HAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then jarred just made some weird noises&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then ron was like eh jarred wake up wake up leh! i'm DAMN scared&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna call the reception&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then jarred was like&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;pray la&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then ron was pretending to be SUPER scared&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then he was like fuck sia fuck sia&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn scared&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;wake up leh&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;jarred was like&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;if God is for us, who can be against us&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;gaga&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAF&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns everyone screams says:&lt;br /&gt;omg damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah ya&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then ron went out&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;cos he wanted t 'call reception'&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then he ding dong-ed &lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;so jarred has t go open the door&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;then he booed him from behind&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;and he spurted out a whole lotta vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;sophil says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman, seriously rotflmfao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116550120516270263?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116550120516270263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116550120516270263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/jarred-got-punkd-big-time.html' title='jarred  ;  got punk&apos;d big time #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116548157657034720</id><published>2006-12-07T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:52:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolla  ;  Feelin' Myself #</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5 color=orange&gt;YOU'RE BACK FROM CANADAAAAA! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t all th people out there who dig whut I'm sayin', hollaa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;b&gt;I JUST HAD MY PIANO EXAM&lt;/b&gt; nd I must say it's th best one I've had so far :P which goes t show how bad I've been during th 3 others I took :P anyway, I think my examiner's really &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt; like seriously, I think if it were some strict old lady I'd have been a hell lot more jumpy nd nervous. But tdy this nice old man who vaguely reminded me of &lt;i&gt;Colonel Sanders&lt;/i&gt;, was really really friendly, nd he &lt;b&gt;turned th air conditioning off&lt;/b&gt;!!!! omg was I ever more thankful, cos I know my fingers can't friggin' move when there's no blood in them. THank you _______ I didn't even catch your name :l but thanks anyway, for giving me like th easiest of all th scales nd like almost all legato :DD yeaaaay, then omg can you believe it! &lt;b&gt;I played more than ten notes right for sight-reading!&lt;/b&gt; omfg, I was over th moon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, that aside, life's been pretty blah, I mean,what w Jon gone th whole've last week, nd yeah, but WHO CARES! He's back &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; nd I live for th present :D I had Ice-blended milo just now, yeay, nd th stupid EZlink extension thing! ugh, driving me nuts. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tdy's 7 dec, so here goes nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6 color=deeppink&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUH-GYNA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa ohgay, now that's done, bet she's gna whack me Saturday :P who gives a shit anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, church camp, th countdown's &lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;, OH YEAH. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, for my goat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=lime&gt;WELCOME BACK T SG DAEZ!&lt;/font&gt; how's th weather? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116548157657034720?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116548157657034720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116548157657034720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/12/dolla-feelin-myself.html' title='Dolla  ;  Feelin&apos; Myself #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116471857144135563</id><published>2006-11-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:56:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #</title><content type='html'>Rarh, PSC's all that's left t remind me of you for th next, whut, 7 days?! Gawd time does pass oh-so-friggin' slowly when you aren't around :/ Nevermind, CAMP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgay, anyway, th trip t M'sia was absolutely terrible! Th food sucked, th facilities were run down, nd &lt;b&gt;my sketch of alba turned out uglyyyy!&lt;/b&gt;  :(((( k luh, th drinking water was pretty damn lousy too. Simply put, &lt;u&gt;inconsumable&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd farewell was fun but I did think it was rather pathetic, w only 3 sec4s sleeping over -;-  But that wasn't th worst part! After that, we only had &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; pathetic sec4s t play &lt;b&gt;testimonial match&lt;/b&gt;! &gt;:(  Like whut's &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; w th rest of you guys man! Just make it down for our last game tgt luh! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms-fuckface-Ferng made matters worse by making me stop midway in a game t go do some dumb seating arrangement, nd wasted like 15 minutes of my time. Talking a lot of &lt;u&gt;non-sense&lt;/u&gt; nd scolding me about smtg I had no clue on whatsoever! Bleh, I was so pisst w her I like sorta raised my voice? or smtg, I don't respect her anyway, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh whatever, she didn't have much t say t me after that I mean cos everything she said didn't even enter my ears. There were some forces which repelled her screechy, unbearable crow-like voice. No wait, scratch that, I don't even know how t describe the &lt;b&gt;noise&lt;/b&gt; that leaves what she deems t be her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a pale, moon-faced asshead. A bloody coxcomb. Nd she's oh-so &lt;b&gt;N-A-T-U-R-A-L&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder if she even knows whut that word means? Nd did I say no pun intended? (over my fucking corpse) She speaks 2 words at a time, nd painfully slowly. By breaking up her sentences, she doesn't get her msg across clearly. It's &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;wonder&lt;/b&gt; I didn't really comprehend whut it was that she wanted me t do. AND SHE BLAMES ME. -;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done bitching, I got a damned headache, nd I am going t sleep. I hate fevers. Esp this one. I'm deaf in my left ear, nd I can't sweat it out!  &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116471857144135563?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116471857144135563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116471857144135563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/11/fergie-fergalicious.html' title='Fergie  ;  Fergalicious #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116415734912801683</id><published>2006-11-22T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:02:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolla  ;  Feelin' Myself #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nuts of an elephant&lt;br /&gt;Dope boy stamina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. ohgay whatever I'm just easily amused. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay Sentosa was fun w the Soph, Jon, Dez, Bre, Han, Ade, and Ter :D Wheeeee. Now so black. -;- Haha. Oh well, Os are overrrr and I'm so bored. Imma make myself happy go draw Alba, hehe :DD BYEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.s eh Ter I want the photos of the trannies and all of us man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116415734912801683?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116415734912801683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116415734912801683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/11/dolla-feelin-myself.html' title='Dolla  ;  Feelin&apos; Myself #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116226520833408905</id><published>2006-10-31T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:26:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #</title><content type='html'>Toasted Brains for breakfast lunch and dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; I. Am. &lt;s&gt;Dying.&lt;/s&gt; Dead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116226520833408905?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116226520833408905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116226520833408905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/nelly-furtado-maneater_31.html' title='Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116186000975923025</id><published>2006-10-26T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:53:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Paul  ;  Temperature #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Girl&lt;/s&gt; Boy, I got the right tactics to turn you on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/my.php?image=200428064001vw3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/5310/200428064001vw3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARH! O levels omg o levels damn art and every single other subject I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn6782oy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/4169/dscn6782oy2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hello breastfriend I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116186000975923025?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116186000975923025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116186000975923025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/sean-paul-temperature.html' title='Sean Paul  ;  Temperature #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116074507541970222</id><published>2006-10-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:14:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malarti Party ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttock small, breast big&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M(must).Wank &gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO! O.O&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice cupcake :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN8948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN8948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez, you rock :P HAHAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my goat. :DDD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little warrior! x))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo momma's so fat that when she walked past, there was an eclipse. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Oggay, anyway, went for the MJC open house tdy, fun fun fun! :D Shooting rnage was ultimate man. I hit just below bullseye. DAMN. But see if I'm aiming for your nuts, well I'm bound to hit it! Just which part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN9150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN9150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, two tries and I got it man! x) Bang and your balls are mine. &gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116074507541970222?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116074507541970222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116074507541970222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/malarti-party-buttock-small-breast-big.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116057165342265526</id><published>2006-10-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:00:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Automatica  ;  Beating Hearts Baby #</title><content type='html'>Brain, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up for something close to 72 hours alr with a mere 4 hours of "sleep" in total. I can't believe I can still think! o.0  Okay, not really think think, but well enough to talk, be it normally or on the brink of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain and hands seem to be the only things with energy. Maybe it's due to the lack of food too. And it isn't entirely my fault. It's not that I'm starving myself. But moreso, because I'm so exhausted, I don't even have the energy to eat. I never knew drawing could ever be this tiresome. But I'm enjoying, sorta, I dono it's stressful + relaxing = brain dead, kinda process. So well here I go again, drawing and drawing like it's a vocation. I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Gan, Ms Gan, I'm very tired, if I stand up and sleep, will you kindly allow me to go home? I. am. falling. down. asleep. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116057165342265526?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116057165342265526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116057165342265526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/head-automatica-beating-hearts-baby.html' title='Head Automatica  ;  Beating Hearts Baby #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116035492039050458</id><published>2006-10-09T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:51:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fighting Temptations OST  ;  To Da River #</title><content type='html'>Screw the hiatus :DD Whoa I love love love the song crowded, okay but maybe it makes me sound bitchy and attenetion-seeking and I like to hog the limelight. :) Who cares! Yes I am, and I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I'm not going to do anything to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That Girl's Crowding My Space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'narrow-eyed.squint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art's crazy, as usual, Ashley has turned into a zombified art blitzer, generating sketches and transformations like she's been doing it her whole life. I think I've forgotten my sciences and my lit quotes alr. bleh. My mind's in a fallacious peace. Everytime I go to sleep, I'm wondering whether there'll be enough time the next day to do my art. I doubt all my drawings are up to standard. I find some of them god-awful but I guess it doesn't really matter, if I fill up all the boards and there's the good and the bad, they won't mind so much, right? :D Ahya, God help me, I know He will :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116035492039050458?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116035492039050458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116035492039050458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/fighting-temptations-ost-to-da-river.html' title='The Fighting Temptations OST  ;  To Da River #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116019669072576637</id><published>2006-10-07T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:51:30.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical  ;  Breaking Free #</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really should start studying, so I'll be on sabbatical until 13 November, :D The last person I'll be wishing happy birthday here, will be &lt;b&gt;Joseph Chan Hui Zhong&lt;/b&gt;  :DD  Happy Birthday you're 18 now! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116019669072576637?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116019669072576637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116019669072576637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/high-school-musical-breaking-free.html' title='High School Musical  ;  Breaking Free #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116014242880642179</id><published>2006-10-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:47:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #</title><content type='html'>I think I'm of very imposing character, and though I don't want to seem that way, I just am puh-reety influencial, and that isn't a good thing cos I just make people bad. I think :/  And I don't think a person is able to steal friends, but rather, that some people click better than others.  :D  So face the facts, if you can't accept it, well too bad. You can bitch all about me behind my back. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're gna be incongruous in terms of behaviour, it's pretty obvious you don't know what you really want. Decide for yourself once and for all. Moreover, it's better to remain unknown and obscure in terms of social status. I don't see what's the big hooha all about being popular and lionized, like what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not denunciating you, but really, I think you know very well that something's wrong within you deep down inside. Find that something and change it. And the rest will fall in place. If you continue being so discordant, you're gna end up with no friends. and then you'd have nobody to blame but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;vocab credits: thesaurus.com&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116014242880642179?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116014242880642179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116014242880642179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/nelly-furtado-maneater.html' title='Nelly Furtado  ;  Maneater #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-116004336707039351</id><published>2006-10-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:18:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danity Kane  ;  Show Stopper #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We in the car, we ride slow&lt;br /&gt;We doin' things that the girls don't do&lt;br /&gt;They boys stare, we smile back&lt;br /&gt;All my girls in the rainbow cadillacs, yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't measure up to PCD at all, but this song's cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Olevels in 3 weeks, and I'm still lazin around, my goodness. okay I'll practice a little math only cos it's hw to hand up tmr RARH! &gt;:(  Waste time la that Ms Gan, practicing FYS didn't get me my A1 for math cos the paper was so unbelievably annoyingly un-do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-116004336707039351?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116004336707039351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/116004336707039351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/10/danity-kane-show-stopper.html' title='Danity Kane  ;  Show Stopper #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115958130842676490</id><published>2006-09-30T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:55:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans  Zimmer  ;  Davy Jones #</title><content type='html'>After 5 days of living with my shit results, I really can't be bothered with them anymore. Like heck , I'm gna do better for the Os anyway. :D Heh. So yup. No JC then no JC for first 3 months that is. I won't really be missing out on that much, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Art now, seeyaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115958130842676490?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115958130842676490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115958130842676490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/hans-zimmer-davy-jones.html' title='Hans  Zimmer  ;  Davy Jones #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115943353390234819</id><published>2006-09-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:07:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata Young  ;  El-Nin-Yo! #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You got my temperature rising &lt;br /&gt;Like El Nin - YO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it coming down? &lt;br /&gt;Comes down harder, harder(What) &lt;br /&gt;Comes down faster, faster(What) &lt;br /&gt;You're burning HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rain rain rain &lt;br /&gt;I'm burning up in here &lt;br /&gt;This drought's 'bout to disappear &lt;br /&gt;Rain rain rain &lt;br /&gt;I'm burning up in here &lt;br /&gt;Ready on not, open up &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song  :DD  Heh, but Don'tcha's still at the top of my charts! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanyhow, Prelims basically sucked, I'm not going anywhere, but well, hope this month of studying changes that for the next 2 years! :D  Hee. I can't believe I'm in the top half of the level tho. It's hard to imagine someone from my class performing better than those of the A classes. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115943353390234819?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115943353390234819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115943353390234819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/tata-young-el-nin-yo.html' title='Tata Young  ;  El-Nin-Yo! #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115892093252621225</id><published>2006-09-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:28:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  When It All Falls Apart #</title><content type='html'>Rarh, I don't think I'll make it to JC anymore. I'm just not good enough, so hye nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so fat that when I weighed myself I saw my handphone number.&lt;/i&gt; screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115892093252621225?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115892093252621225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115892093252621225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/veronicas-when-it-all-falls-apart.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  When It All Falls Apart #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115875175692316995</id><published>2006-09-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:29:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphne Loves Derby  ;  Midnight Highway #</title><content type='html'>AHHHH! Prelims are over!!! :D  Kingdom of Loathing here I come! :D  Hee. and jogging of course x)  Yeay oggay!  Seeyaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115875175692316995?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115875175692316995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115875175692316995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/daphne-loves-derby-midnight-highway.html' title='Daphne Loves Derby  ;  Midnight Highway #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115831589404417693</id><published>2006-09-15T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:24:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Bautista  ;  The Way You Look At Me #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes say everything without a single word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have been a bitch, and this week has been just one, whole damn rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that somehow, by God's grace, the few chapters I studied all came out, thank God for that!  :D  Like Geog, and SS, only studied 2 and 1 chapter each, respectively. Then Lit, studied only 2 essay questions, chem only practised 3 questions, math was a killer, but the rest somehow I scraped through la. Hope I'll be more prepared for the big Os.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115831589404417693?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115831589404417693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115831589404417693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/christian-bautista-way-you-look-at-me.html' title='Christian Bautista  ;  The Way You Look At Me #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115777756133914863</id><published>2006-09-09T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:52:41.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie  ;  London Bridge #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When I come to the clubs step aside&lt;br /&gt;Pop the seats don't be hatin' me in line&lt;br /&gt;VIP cos you know I gotta shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;FergieFerg&lt;/s&gt; AshleyAsh and me love you long time&lt;br /&gt;All my girls get down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Back to back drop it down real low&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha lady but I'm dancing like a whore&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I don't give a fuck so here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study so much until brains are on overload.&lt;br /&gt;I think someone better save me before I go insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many chapters to cover in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Jon, donate your brain to me can anot. &lt;br /&gt;It'll be cleaner when you get it back  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Art's kinda stressful now, prep work to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed, my thoughts aren't exactly in order, cos, like I said, my brain's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeebean has a nice ambience for doing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has good muffins :D (&lt;i&gt;see, Ashley's eating, stop nagging alr!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooers, someone teach me to dance like Fergie, she's so sexy I wna dance like that in front of a real guard, so funny, see what happens  &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115777756133914863?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115777756133914863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115777756133914863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/fergie-london-bridge_09.html' title='Fergie  ;  London Bridge #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115742483790442563</id><published>2006-09-05T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:53:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dirty babe&lt;br /&gt;You see these shackles baby I'm your slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you whip me if I misbehave&lt;br /&gt;It's just that noone makes me feel this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa this song is damn addictive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be the shoes&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be the furs&lt;br /&gt;That's why ladies choose me&lt;br /&gt;All up in the news&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we so cute&lt;br /&gt;That's why we so huge&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku girls know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;They respect i keeps it real&lt;br /&gt;Not a Chinaman cuz I ain't from China man&lt;br /&gt;I am Japan man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki Boyz  ;  Tokyo Drift # Hahahahha  LMAO, lyrics are damn damn damn stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115742483790442563?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115742483790442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115742483790442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/justin-timberlake-sexyback_05.html' title='Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115733767968593938</id><published>2006-09-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:41:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'll let you whip me if I misbehave&lt;br /&gt;It's just that noone's ever made me feel this way&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name twenty people you can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the question(s)until you've named the 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this, choose five people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;1. Jon&lt;br /&gt;2. Soph &lt;br /&gt;3. Dez &lt;br /&gt;4. Luke &lt;br /&gt;5. Leonard&lt;br /&gt;6. Bre&lt;br /&gt;7. Hannah&lt;br /&gt;8. Elana&lt;br /&gt;9. Dayna&lt;br /&gt;10. Mark&lt;br /&gt;11. Samuel&lt;br /&gt;12. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;13. Gracelynn&lt;br /&gt;14. Tania&lt;br /&gt;15. Karina&lt;br /&gt;16. Junyang&lt;br /&gt;17. Daryl&lt;br /&gt;18. Justin&lt;br /&gt;19. Mings&lt;br /&gt;20. Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #14? &lt;br /&gt;Church la! Teh-niah baby kawaii nehXx &lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you didn't meet #1? &lt;br /&gt;Die from suicide alr, He always cheers me up  :D ANd talk rubbish so that I can laugh at him&lt;br /&gt;What if #9 and #20 dated? &lt;br /&gt;Siao my neighbour with my brother. She's 2 years older lor. But Lucky her if they do :) My brother's the besterestest boy! :D&lt;br /&gt;Would #6 and #17?&lt;br /&gt;Hahah Bre has had quite enough of ACS boys alr&lt;br /&gt;Describe #3,&lt;br /&gt;Act indian :D Hello, I'm calling about your couch. &lt;br /&gt;#8 attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Cute lah :D &lt;br /&gt;Describe #7 &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, I'm free to hump her anytime I like ;)&lt;br /&gt;#12 family members? &lt;br /&gt;Aaron has an older sister who thinks he's got issues :P&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if #18 confesses to you that he likes you? &lt;br /&gt;Haha, uhh, He won't. &lt;br /&gt;What language does #15 speak? &lt;br /&gt;Chinese, the cheena freak who can't take B3 for a grade for Chinese  o.0&lt;br /&gt;Who is #9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. Guys are stupid :D &lt;br /&gt;how old is #16?&lt;br /&gt;Yang's 16&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you spoke to #13? &lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;Who is #2's favourite band/singer? &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't particularly like any band.&lt;br /&gt;would you ever date #4? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but not right at this point in time :D&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date #1? &lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;Is #19 single? &lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;What's #10's last name? &lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with #11? &lt;br /&gt;No way, he's damn annoying! :D&lt;br /&gt;School of #3? &lt;br /&gt;PLMGS(S) &lt;br /&gt;Where does #6 live? &lt;br /&gt;Bishan, near Cat high there. &lt;br /&gt;What's your fave thing about #5? &lt;br /&gt;He's the besterestest most terrific big brother anyone could have, and I'm lucky to have him! :D He's damn handsome too x)) &lt;br /&gt;Have you seen #2 naked? &lt;br /&gt;Is Partially counted? Best friend leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115733767968593938?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115733767968593938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115733767968593938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/justin-timberlake-sexyback.html' title='Justin Timberlake  ;  SexyBack #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115724649832695641</id><published>2006-09-03T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:21:38.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  I Could Get Used To This #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Because you listen to me when I'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to make you like me less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you wrote my name across your hand&lt;br /&gt;When I freak you understand&lt;br /&gt;There is not a thing you miss&lt;br /&gt;And I could get used to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling it comin' over me&lt;br /&gt;With you it all comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;Lost the reflex to resist&lt;br /&gt;And I could get used to this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=8 color=FF9900&gt; :])&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. I'm feeling happy for no apparent reason, I think I'm losing my mind!  o.0  Which isn't a good sign, but I guess it is a side-effect of Art.  :P  Ah well, at least I've my insane friends who keep me relatively sane  :D  Oggay, somehow that didn't exactly make sense, but who cares!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging for exams is really really tiring even though you aren't running around getting sweaty and sticky. Really, I think all the blood is drained from your body, and they all go to your eyes, so you can read. Wait, and your brain too, to remember stuff  :)  Hahaha, Social Studies have so many things to memorise, sucks man.  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Runs.around.screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that helps, asides from taking naps, which waste a lot of time, actually. the time taken to sleep, the time taken sleeping, the time taken to wake up, adds up to about 2 hours. Which is why I often portray myself as slightly demented.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moohoo, ice ice baby. Art tmr in school yeayness, I get to see Dez and Bre!  :D  Whee  x)  Shall do the prelim question and my mounting boards. Come home then paint  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115724649832695641?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115724649832695641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115724649832695641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/veronicas-i-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  I Could Get Used To This #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115716275823418021</id><published>2006-09-02T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:05:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife  ;  Flying Without Wings #</title><content type='html'>Boo, I've to visit cousins who live all the way in Bukit Timah, which is so far from Serangoon, and I can't go to church! Rarh!  &gt;:(  Never mind, tmr I'll go for cell group  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, results this term are slightly better!  :D  Bet I would've gotten better if I'd not gotten any Cs and if my Bs were all 3s, and if my English and Lit hadn't missed an A by one mark each!  :(  Ah well, what's done's over, so I'm not complaining anymore.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum-a-tum-a-wump-bump-bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating so much recently, I think I've gained 5 kilograms already man, which sucks, cos that takes me further away from where I wanna stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with Hannah's cool cos there're stupid old men who can't speak properly so we've got stuff to laugh about. Hannah! Luckily you kissed the Kangaroo only, or else you die!  &gt;:)  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggay, Art time!  :|  Why do we have a separate paper, so difficult!  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115716275823418021?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115716275823418021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115716275823418021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/09/westlife-flying-without-wings.html' title='Westlife  ;  Flying Without Wings #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115702396171029664</id><published>2006-08-31T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:32:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowcard  ;  Starstruck #</title><content type='html'>Whoa, this was the dumbest, lamest, most boring ACES/Teacher's Day I've ever sat through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACES&lt;/b&gt; actions had stupid names to each one of 'em. Eg. &lt;i&gt;Funky Fish&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Robocop&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Out-In-Out&lt;/i&gt;, which in certain contexts, sounds extremely vulgar and obscene! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I didn't even perspire, so really, what was the point in that "workout"? And then the hall was so small(&lt;i&gt;or we've just grown fat&lt;/i&gt;) that we were packed like a bunch of sardines, while the teachers were nicely spaced out, with chairs to sit on!  &gt;:(  Rarh. And I drank so much water I had to excuse myself twice  -.-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they claimed we'd end by 1030. Yes, Mrs Lee, 1230 and 1030 are exactly the same thing! Urgh. What a waste of time, coulda spent it doing something more useful!  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed the stupid NE Quiz. It's so ridiculous, you've to do it or you aren't allowed to graduate from your respective schools. ':| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeebean after that, studied till about 6?  :)  Yeay, I feel accomplished, and it's nice when you break up into small groups. There's more space to share things. Hannah &amp; Dez know what I mean.  :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggay, I think I'm gna get more paints tmr, and I'll be returning the key to Mrs Ong's shelf. Heh.  :D  Whoopee, I like my life tho it's kinda stressful, but at least it gives me smtg to do, and the Olevels give me something to anticipate (&lt;i&gt;Yes, once it's over I'm gna have fun!&lt;/i&gt;)  &gt;:)  Kerchow!  x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115702396171029664?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115702396171029664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115702396171029664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/yellowcard-starstruck.html' title='Yellowcard  ;  Starstruck #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115676827285680679</id><published>2006-08-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:31:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Brown  ;  Mai Hahm #</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, this song is damn damn damn damn stupid! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! The voice is so monotone, then they go put it tgt. HAHAHA! :D Yeay I'm listening to the real My Humps now  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggay, English Prelims tdy, I don't feel confident of my results at all, for some reason. I've got this really bad feeling that I screwed up both components, which totally sucks, cos I really wanted an A2, but seems like I'm not gna get it afterall  :/  Rarh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115676827285680679?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115676827285680679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115676827285680679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-brown-mai-hahm.html' title='Mr Brown  ;  Mai Hahm #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115666655978740410</id><published>2006-08-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:15:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  Everything I'm Not #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Like you're so perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I can't measure up&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Just all messed up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell my mom this, she's always expecting me to be what she wants. And I'm just not her, in every sense of the word. Sure, I look almost identical to her (&lt;i&gt;Yes, I'm fatter, bigger, whatever&lt;/i&gt;) but asides from the physical attributes, most else is quite opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hardworking, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;She's smart, I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;She's serious, I'm a joke.&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect, and I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is really honestly everything I'm not. I respect her, and love her a lot, for who she is. But why can't she do the same for me?!  If I get the top marks for an assignment, she just says I can do better than that. If better is what you're always striving for, then you can never be the best, ie &lt;i&gt;the best is yet to be&lt;/i&gt;. I don't see what the point in building up all this when it's all going to fall apart one day. On earth, we're all comparing grades (school), or salary (working adults). Okay, so maybe not all working adults compare salary, but they do compare wealth, by the type of car you drive, the size of your house, the amount you donate to charity, right down to even the clothes you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was something more than this? What would all these so-called "&lt;i&gt;treasures&lt;/i&gt;" be worth then? Nothing, absolutely &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing when God asks us to do our best in whatever we do, but do it for the glory of God. How does studying really hard to attain good grades, glorify Him? I don't see the link between the two.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my mom. There's this really big gap between us, it's really a love-hate relationship with her. I can't hate her, simply because, she &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; my mom afterall. And it's not like she's evil, so there isn't any reason to hate her. But then again, the way she sees things is so different. I paste stickers on my nametag cos I think the stickers are cute. She interpretes it as me hating my name. If my mom ever reads this, I'm telling her, &lt;b&gt;I love my name&lt;/b&gt;. And I don't doubt that one bit, even tho it's masculine and all that shit. I wish we'd just see things the same way. You like pretty things, and I prefer cool &amp; grunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115666655978740410?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115666655978740410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115666655978740410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/veronicas-everything-im-not.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  Everything I&apos;m Not #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115650567469387266</id><published>2006-08-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:46:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchbook Romance  ;  Promise #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Would you take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll never let me go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'screams. I think I'm gna fail science prac!!  :((  There goes my 10 points, there goes my ACJC!  x((  Rarrrrrhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahy, on a lighter note, I did surprisingly well for my English common test this term.  :)  I've got yet another composition to be returned. Hope I get like 22 or 23, then I can achieve my A2 for this term  :D  I heard everyone did quite badly for the recent Math test. Now I'm disheartened, and have a really bad feeling I'm gna flunk it  x(  Rarh  &gt;:(  Hope I do alright, cos I really want a B3 for this term's Math. Then can get A1 for Prelims, hopefully.  :/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, watched &lt;b&gt;Cry Baby&lt;/b&gt; at Dez's just now, and it's the worst movie I've ever watched. The only good point is that Johnny Depp stars in it, asides from that, the plot is absent, and the ending's so fulla shit, extremely anti-climax. And what the hell, the whole show revolves around people making out.  o.0  And there's this really fat, ugly, distorted lady who shouted "&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna punch his ugly face!&lt;/i&gt;" Hahahahahaha I couldn't stop laughing at that part!!  :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.  Prelims!  'runs.around.screaming.insanely.  Yes, I did that in the canteen after practical.  :P  And I've really learnt to appreciate my school in all it's glory/bullshit. I didn't realise that I'm having a lot more fun at school than other people are. I don't know how I'm gna survive without all the stupid jokes we crack everyday. Much less, surviving without my circle of friends. I hope we'll all keep-in-touch. I think I don't mind having Mrs Rajah as my science teacher anymore. It's not like she hasn't done anything for us, it's just, she's so paranoid, that she seems like she's picking on us. When really she just wants us to do well, cos she sees we've the potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely miss PL, and I'll miss walking home with Dayna man. Ah shit. Singapore sucks, and so do the lives we lead. We all go our separate ways, and lose contact. It kills our social life!  :(  I hope I'll never change from what I am, but that's just wishful thinking, I guess.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115650567469387266?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115650567469387266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115650567469387266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/matchbook-romance-promise.html' title='Matchbook Romance  ;  Promise #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115624371800448475</id><published>2006-08-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:52:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Nicole Kidman  ;  Elephant Love Medley #</title><content type='html'>Whoa, school was more relaxing than I expected it to be.  :D  And I blabbered a lot, let me emphasise &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, of rubbish, and nonsense, yadabadaboom. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Lesson: Ms Gan didn't come in, she was attending to smtg, prolly some discipline case or whatever, I don't really bother with such things. Anyway, I was just uhh, talking, and yakking, without actually processing whatever I said. So it all came out, making me look like some demented dumb kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Eh Bre, I can just imagine you lying down on your desk to sleep, then roll off your chair onto the floor 'laughs.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Walao, no lor, the possibility of your hitting or banging something first is more likely lor!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Rubbish! If I push you and you roll onto the floor, the probability (yes, it's Math lesson, let's use Math terms! :D ) of you on the floor is &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"If I push you and you hit the wall, the probability is also one okay!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;No, that would be the wall hitting, me, so the probability of me hitting the wall is zero!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"What?! How can the wall hit you? Siao ah?!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;No, I'm not crazy! You are! If the walls have ears, they have hands too, they're human! They probably have noses too, then we'll all die, when they come down with the flu bug :( ack. Tsunami + Bird flu, all in one!  o.0&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell eh Ashley! Machiam (I think that's how you spell it) just talking nonsense eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, Stupid dialogue. You can &lt;b&gt;probably&lt;/b&gt; tell which is my side of the conversation.  :P  I'm sorry, I just blabber when I'm half-there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio: worse still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Eh, if breasts are fats, then I've got damn a lot of breasts man!  o.0  Then all the fat people have like a million breasts man!  :D&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Ashley! What the hell eh, anyhow eh! (Yes, Bre has a very bad habit of adding 'eh/lor/la' too everything) Breasts have nipples la!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, HAHAHAHAHA, then like chicken pox or measles, nipples all over (imagine if they were lactating HAHAHAHAHAHA ROTFLMFAO!)&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gosh, best eh you-"&lt;br /&gt;Ms Koh: "Okay, Breanna, please move up to the front, the two of you cannot stop talking! (and laughing)"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;sian. Nobody to talk to about such things now, nevermind, wait till PE. ;)&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE: As we're leaving class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hey Chereel! Stop, stop! Stay there 'pokes.side. Bre! She doesn't have ribs! HAHAHA fats, equals, breasts (Cheryl's just staring in bewilderment, and the two of us are laughing like mad.)&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't elaborate on the rest of tdy, but hell, it was fun.  :D  And there were food fights, or rather, milo fights. Ice too  :D  Ice wars. HAHAHAHA Do you know, ytd Soph and I went to the bookshop, and they were selling pocket tissues, and the packets had names like  "&lt;b&gt;Lila &amp; Still&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Ice Air&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;Matree&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;I Dog Stupid (Xiao Gou Ben Ben)&lt;/b&gt;" HAHAHAHA, whalao. Siao!  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow! I love my stickerZ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115624371800448475?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115624371800448475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115624371800448475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/ewan-mcgregor-elephant-love-medley.html' title='Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Nicole Kidman  ;  Elephant Love Medley #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115616477965805860</id><published>2006-08-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:52:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback  ;  Far Away #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English oral was so-so, the examiner was really friendly, helped me not to be so anxious, but I dono whether what I said was substantial.  :(  Hopefully it was. Rarh  &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got my &lt;font color=red&gt;P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;TS!&lt;/font&gt; Haha whee.  :D Borrowed a palette from the Art Room. Hope it isn't missed. I'll return on Wednesday when there's art  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I fared well on my Math test last week, hopefully we're getting it back tmr! :D  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115616477965805860?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115616477965805860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115616477965805860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/nickelback-far-away.html' title='Nickelback  ;  Far Away #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115606856202725692</id><published>2006-08-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:09:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne  ;  Nobody's Home #</title><content type='html'>Okay, sorry Luke, but I can't promise you, or anyone for that matter. I dunno. Call me selfish, or whatever. If I can't do well in certain areas, I've to find my strengths other ways. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I read that little note and umm yeah, cried. I know you care. And so do all my friends. And uhh I'm saying sorry, and I mean it, but putting words into actions is a lot harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115606856202725692?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115606856202725692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115606856202725692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/avril-lavigne-nobodys-home.html' title='Avril Lavigne  ;  Nobody&apos;s Home #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115597182483057784</id><published>2006-08-19T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:17:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCD  ;  Buttons #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hannah&lt;/i&gt; was right, once you start, you can't stop. And I pray for somebody to show me the light, that I'll stop. Cos I know it's wrong, and I'm hurting myself. But then again, why's it hurting yourself, when you get a better shape, or what I deem to be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of intake doesn't matter anymore, cos it's gna leave my body, be it by natural means, or otherwise. (And I'm not referring to exercise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Hannah, deal's off, and has been, for the &lt;b&gt;longest time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0px solid" width="200" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Ashley Yuen Jun --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;[adjective]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexually stunning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. whoa siaoZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115597182483057784?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115597182483057784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115597182483057784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/pcd-buttons.html' title='PCD  ;  Buttons #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115554370199676158</id><published>2006-08-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:21:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Used  ;  I Caught Fire (In Your Eyes) #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm melting&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-taking Chinese, not like there's any choice, cos like yeah, I got a C6. And no, I don't really hate the language. Whatever I wrote on the board was out of anger at myself for being sucha failure, and being human, I blamed the language, not myself.  :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I think I'm never gna hang around &lt;i&gt;Bre&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hannah&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Des&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Deb&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Ter&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Adel&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;anymore&lt;/b&gt;. Lik oh my gosh, they're the most horny bunch'f girls I've ever known! Shuddup about male appendages already man. It's not very, umm, polite.  :P  Yeah sure it's fun, but too much is not very good. Cos, later become graphic, then how!  :X  Hahaha.  &lt;u&gt;Flowers&lt;/u&gt;. Tsktsk, PureBio&amp;Lit students! 'shakes.head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tdy I really laughed until I couldn't walk. I had like, muscle cramps!  o.0  Chain reactions, inside joke.  :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, Bio test tmr,  :)  pray I'll do well, and piano at 2! :)  Then there's art to do  :D  Haha, k, seeeeyaaaaaa! I love Jesus  x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115554370199676158?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115554370199676158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115554370199676158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/used-i-caught-fire-in-your-eyes.html' title='The Used  ;  I Caught Fire (In Your Eyes) #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115535185339604785</id><published>2006-08-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:04:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The All-American Rejects  ;  Dirty Little Secret #</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN8661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN8661.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN8653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN8653.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/1600/DSCN8615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7708/532/320/DSCN8615.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my liddle brudder's the cutest! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay I'm feeling so much better tdy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115535185339604785?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115535185339604785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115535185339604785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-american-rejects-dirty-little.html' title='The All-American Rejects  ;  Dirty Little Secret #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115529426710017334</id><published>2006-08-11T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:04:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara  ;  1, 2 Step #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;shorty like jello&lt;br /&gt;make the boys say hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, my Chinese results suck big time. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115529426710017334?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115529426710017334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115529426710017334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/ciara-1-2-step.html' title='Ciara  ;  1, 2 Step #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115504196515420558</id><published>2006-08-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:59:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCD  ;  Don't Cha #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't cha baby, don't cha ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click&lt;/i&gt; is super duper ultra funny, but the language used is shocking! Haha small kids of not more than 7 years of age use phrases like "&lt;i&gt;You gotta be shitting me!&lt;/i&gt;" and "&lt;i&gt;You call that a car? It's just a blue piece of shit!&lt;/i&gt;" Hahaha, whalao. And one parent used every single word known, ranging from &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;, all the way to &lt;i&gt;motherfucker&lt;/i&gt;, and it wasn't even censored!  o.0  Anyway, even though the ending is damn stupid, I still like the acting, &lt;i&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/i&gt;'s a really good actor, he can make you laugh till your sides hurt, and make you tear, all in the same movie. Hahaha. Damn funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will you love me in the morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations were stupid, and I stepped on my little flag, i've got a flag tattoo near my ass, and "Made in Singapore" on my neck. Kerchow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115504196515420558?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115504196515420558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115504196515420558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/pcd-dont-cha.html' title='PCD  ;  Don&apos;t Cha #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115495060419204589</id><published>2006-08-07T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:36:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The All-American Rejects  ;  Move Along #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Even when your hope is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Move along move along like I know you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3cm too thick, and 15cm too long! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was traumatized, and sitting cross-legged, paralysed, and in a state of shock, and &lt;i&gt;Bre&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Del&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hannah&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Teresa&lt;/i&gt;, were sitting there laughing at me.  -;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115495060419204589?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115495060419204589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115495060419204589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-american-rejects-move-along_07.html' title='The All-American Rejects  ;  Move Along #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115487469639573836</id><published>2006-08-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:31:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara  ;  Goodies #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm not changing stories&lt;br /&gt;Just respect the playa for it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard! Don't be so down alr, I'll pray for you k!  :D  Hee, Love ya beeg brudder  x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115487469639573836?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115487469639573836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115487469639573836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/ciara-goodies_06.html' title='Ciara  ;  Goodies #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115469426736374110</id><published>2006-08-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:24:27.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara  ;  Goodies #</title><content type='html'>Everytime I eat, I feel like a bloody failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retching sounds sick, but it might work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115469426736374110?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115469426736374110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115469426736374110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/ciara-goodies.html' title='Ciara  ;  Goodies #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115460267154250359</id><published>2006-08-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:57:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The All-American Rejects  ;  Move Along #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Your hands are shaking, cold,&lt;br /&gt;Those hands are meant to hold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh Pirates, Pirates Pirates Pirates!  :DDD  Orlando is damn damn damn damn damn damn sexy!  'faint.  Haha, okay that's exaggerating, and it's gna make someone angry.  :/  haha, sorry!  &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, Ms Gan has taken my name off the Math remedial list, even though I've never attended a single session  &gt;:D  (&lt;i&gt;Well, I'm sorry, I just don't believe math rememdial can help me  &gt;:])&lt;/i&gt; ) Hmm, Social Studies test was quite alright. So glad I studied and memorised some points and examples last night!  :D  Or else I would've failed, dead sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something &lt;i&gt;Captain&lt;/i&gt; Jack Sparrow said in the show struck me. As in it was something else I heard that was similar.  :)  "&lt;i&gt;It's just a ship, afterall.&lt;/i&gt;" Like whoa yes, totally. Then I realised that material things I hold on so tightly to really aren't that important, they'll never get to heaven with you, the weigh you down, and you won't be able to float or smtg. Like they're earthly things, and will always go with gravity, but when you die, you're not there. As in, you just float away somewhere. I think. That's my idea of what happens after death anyway.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115460267154250359?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115460267154250359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115460267154250359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-american-rejects-move-along.html' title='The All-American Rejects  ;  Move Along #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115451422973079659</id><published>2006-08-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:23:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirious?  ;  Stronger #</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had some bio lab lesson, and Ms Koh tricked us into believing that the things we were testing on were urine samples. I threw away my test-tube, and washed my hands with the anti-bacterial handwash. &lt;b&gt;And then&lt;/b&gt;, she told us that it was just a bunch of chemicals with ammonia added for smell. Oh thanks. But it doesn't matter. As long as it smells and resembles piss in any visible form, my brain will register it as &lt;b&gt;Germs&lt;/b&gt;. So I wouldn't have kept the test-tube, anyway.  :D  Haha, Ms Koh made some typo error when going thru the answers, she typed &lt;u&gt;teat-tubes&lt;/u&gt; instead of test-tubes. HAHAHAH! And we were all really tickled.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tdy was draggy, kinda but passed fast, overall.  :D  Cos Art's so damn long!  o.0  But okay la, I painted the Netball, and Dez likes my ball. I completed sketching the stupid roulette, I think I'll paint it next.  x)  oh shall draw in the dice later.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115451422973079659?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115451422973079659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115451422973079659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/delirious-stronger.html' title='Delirious?  ;  Stronger #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115442349281666609</id><published>2006-08-01T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:11:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas  ;  When It All Falls Apart #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;b&gt;G!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man oh man, please stop being like that. Cyber wars are stupid and writing all those mean remarks in your post isn't gna make people like you better! if you feel angry, &lt;b&gt;scribble it down with pen &amp; paper, and throw it away after&lt;/b&gt;. Remember that sermon that day? I think it was &lt;i&gt;David Ho&lt;/i&gt;. He told us that humans are very strange beings. Sure, we hold onto money, which seems reasonable, though we know we can never carry it to our graves. But why do we hold onto things like &lt;u&gt;anger&lt;/u&gt; and feelings of &lt;u&gt;hatred&lt;/u&gt;? Ultimately, the person you hurt the &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt;, is neither those you criticise, nor those who love you, but it's both &lt;b&gt;yourself&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;. is it really worth it? Getting angry with people you can't hurt? Just don't, it's not good, for your mind, body, soul and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger's like acid. It eats into your inner-being. Slowly, it corrodes all your insides, leaving you empty and bitter. And because you can't psychologically screw people, your anger starts showing in your actions. And that's when you're really screwed. It'll be like that video that Pastor B showed us. And yeah okay, since I used to have a really bad temper, I can vouch for that theory. So please don't okay!  :/  Cheer up, life in secondary one is meant to be enjoyed. Cos you can never relive it, even if you retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;010806&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me marks I don't deserve. Okay, I mean I did the work as best as I could, but I never dreamed of attaining such marks! All I asked for was at least a 16/25, which is a B4 I think, yeah, but God gave me an A2!  :DD  Hmm and I'm pretty satisfied with my Math marks, it's a B3  :D  I should think my next test will pull it up. Hope I get an A1  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.s. Get well soon Squishy, your ear ah, see la too big then all the bacteria made their homes there. HAHA.  x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115442349281666609?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115442349281666609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115442349281666609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/08/veronicas-when-it-all-falls-apart.html' title='The Veronicas  ;  When It All Falls Apart #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115434674466901468</id><published>2006-07-31T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:17:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Alessandro Safina  ;  Your Song #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So excuse me forgetting&lt;br /&gt;But these things I do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baabuhyaabuh  :D  School food's too good to resist buying, but thank God my friends can't resist consuming it, or I'd be 100kg by now.  &gt;:(  School food's so good, I actually think I'm gna over-eat, and that will suck. What if I become &lt;i&gt;Bullimic&lt;/i&gt;?  o.0  Oh no, I don't wna, I know there's the satisfaction of your body not absorbing anything, but I can't imagine the constant taste of gastric juices on my tender taste buds!  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I shoulda just skipped the whole English lesson tdy. It's not as if I've got a problem with pronouncing words, okay, yeah I won't know those I've never come across, but you get the picture! I was sitting there, as usual, back row, being bored outta my wits. Listening to Ms Loh getting us the pronounce words like &lt;b&gt;salmon&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;rendezvous&lt;/b&gt;, and uhh, even &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;! Like oh my gosh, we're secondary4 already! It'd be extremely embarassing to be unable to pronounce those words properly!  o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live period was so stupid. Half the time was spent laughing at the speaker, who probably converses in Chinese/ broken English/ Singlish, normally. I mean, she couldn't even spell &lt;b&gt;community&lt;/b&gt;! It showed up on the screen as  "&lt;u&gt;Cmuniomty&lt;/u&gt;", like what the hell? Let's play &lt;i&gt;Scrabble&lt;/i&gt;!  o.0  And it's prefer, not &lt;b&gt;preh-furl&lt;/b&gt;, or whatever you said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the girl with the spy-teh-curls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, ask &lt;i&gt;Bre&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Hannah&lt;/i&gt; for the other quotations, haha, but damn, it was hilarious!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!  x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115434674466901468?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115434674466901468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115434674466901468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/ewan-mcgregor-your-song.html' title='Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Alessandro Safina  ;  Your Song #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115426462439756498</id><published>2006-07-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:03:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco  ;  Boys Will Be Boys #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I say shotgun&lt;br /&gt;You say wedding&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun wedding&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun wedding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! &lt;i&gt;'runs.round.room.crashing.into.random.things.&lt;/i&gt; I wanna sue my computer! How come I can view everything except, well, my own blog!  &gt;:(  Ahya, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was so empty and quiet tdy, but at least I got to know Gen better, haha, she's nice to talk to, and you can trust her with like anything man. Don't tell ah!  :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy everyday, cos everyday's so cool and it's brand new, and i've got good friends, to go absolutely crazy with. Even if the day sucks starting out, i'll love it by the time it's 10pm  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for good friends!  :DD  Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115426462439756498?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115426462439756498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115426462439756498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/panic-at-disco-boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Panic! At The Disco  ;  Boys Will Be Boys #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115413982544080791</id><published>2006-07-29T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:23:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy Camp  ;  Open Up Your Eyes #</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to a little girl I know. A new friend made, kinda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you sometimes feel all alone, know still that somewhere out there, people care.  :)  And even if the world's turned against you, God will never forsake you. Stay true to yourself, and people will love you for who you are!  :)  Find and secure your identity in &lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt; alone, and you'll never be lonely!  :D  Cos &lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt;' everybody's best friend. Smile, &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115413982544080791?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115413982544080791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115413982544080791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeremy-camp-open-up-your-eyes.html' title='Jeremy Camp  ;  Open Up Your Eyes #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115407858694458359</id><published>2006-07-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:23:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Nicole Kidman  ;  Come What May #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;br /&gt;What to (something something) inside your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you more and more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, Ashley loves silent reading. Especially if the teachers are being called to a meeting simultaneously. And right after silent reading, there's Chinese!  :D  I love Chinese periods now, because I'm free to do as I please (&lt;i&gt;even though we'd to complete compre &amp; summary tdy&lt;/i&gt;), because the Chinese O'levels were &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt; a long time ago!  xD  Friday's are the best, since it's just doing English during that 1 hour 10 minutes.  :DD  And we've still got English periods later on in the day. And though I've to sit by myself - &lt;i&gt;after being separated from my breasto over smtg we were engrossed in &lt;b&gt;once&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - it's still heaven, as compared to subjects like Social Studies, where there's just so much information my poor brain can't absorb in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Chemistry, Mrs Rajah's always coming into class, in one of her "mood"s, but because we're such a joyful class, she almost always leaves happy, unless of course someone pisses her off by doing something stupid (&lt;i&gt;i.e. Amrit being a sea-lawyer, pointlessly argueing over something of no relevance to the lesson plan at all&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall always remember 280706, Friday, as the day a &lt;b&gt;stupid, disfigured &lt;u&gt;THING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, wandering round the school, playing &lt;i&gt;World Of Warcraft&lt;/i&gt; on the school computers, pissed my whole class off, and wasted about 20 minutes of our life. If they were worth throwing away, they definitely weren't meant to be wasted on &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;, because &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; is really not even close to being worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll also remember today as the day this secondary one girl, &lt;i&gt;Gracelynn&lt;/i&gt;, who's pretty, actually acknowledged my existence on the face of this planet  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115407858694458359?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115407858694458359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115407858694458359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/ewan-mcgregor-come-what-may.html' title='Ewan Mcgregor &amp; Nicole Kidman  ;  Come What May #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115400515926282597</id><published>2006-07-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:34:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara  ;  Goodies #</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was alright. It's the third time I've been kicked outta class this year. And not it really matters to me, but I think it should right? I'm &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to be a secondary four student and I'm &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to be worrying and panicking cos the Prelims are a month off, and the O levels, two months. I was &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to do my English homework, but just this once, my art took priority over English. And guess what, I got busted, big time. What's with all the teachers, thinking that their subject's the most important, and we're all &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to do all our work. Given the same time frame, but different brain capacity and talents, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt; to give us some grace, and cut us some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, electricity short-circuited, a temporary blackout, within my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, the teachers shouldn't keep trying to prove to us that their individual subject's the most important one. From a student's perspective, I'd say that all our subjects are equally important, all &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;'re supposed to do is just get us interested in your respective subjects, and we'll do the rest. I mean, stop telling us how important Chem is, just get on with the lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was good, I stood half-in and half-outta the sun, my right calf roasting, and my throat all parched, for 3 hours, just drawing on the board. I refuse to use the OHP, which would mean having to put my body into extremely uncomfortable positions, almost as bad as yoga. After those 3 hours, I sat on the chair and went on strike. Haha, then it was just slacking for the next 20 minutes.  :)  I like art, makes time pass fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's the sleepy time-table. I was nodding off, and Mrs Rajah got so pissed, she was like "&lt;i&gt;You think this is funny? I come into class and you're all lying, heads on the table! All those who were sleeping go wash your face now!&lt;/i&gt;" Like oh my gosh, who died?  o.0  But as the lesson went on, her mood improved, &lt;b&gt;Man in the turban working the turbine&lt;/b&gt; Haha.  :D  Mrs Rajah said so herself!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, buhbye, Geog geo geog. Then talk talk talk!  xDDD  Heh, kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115400515926282597?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115400515926282597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115400515926282597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/ciara-goodies.html' title='Ciara  ;  Goodies #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115364883815314943</id><published>2006-07-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:00:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy  ;  Of All The Gin Joints In The World #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I used to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of being alive&lt;br /&gt;Now I only waste it&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Make up for the stutters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tdy's like haha great day. :DD  Just great. As in really, honestly is! Heh, Jesus is good, and He's made me happy even though I got some major scolding(on which I shall not elaborate).  :)  He's sent people to cheer me up, and I really thank Him for it!  x))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some people's phones are nice to scroll thru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, I'm gna study hard and prove her wrong, we're gna get into AC right breastfriend?  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115364883815314943?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115364883815314943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115364883815314943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/fall-out-boy-of-all-gin-joints-in.html' title='Fall Out Boy  ;  Of All The Gin Joints In The World #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115355541629427825</id><published>2006-07-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:03:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado  ;  Promiscuous Girl #</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Roses are red &lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Chilvary's dead&lt;br /&gt;But you're still kinda cute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRTgh.  &gt;:(  The final piece board was so heavy, and by the time I lugged it home, &lt;i&gt;after being stared at by many many people on the bus cos it looks so stupid to carry sucha big board around&lt;/i&gt;, my arm muscles, be it the biceps/triceps or whatever, were numbed. And now there're aches. I wish my board to &lt;b&gt;go suck eggs&lt;/b&gt;! Pfft.  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. School nowadays so hectic, while you're at it, it just feels pretty calm and slow-moving. But by the time you reach home, and find it's &lt;b&gt;6pm&lt;/b&gt; You'll feel like, "&lt;i&gt;Agh, how'd the time pass so fast? I want my 6am back!&lt;/i&gt;" kinda thing. Art's extremely, undescribably, unbelievably and uber-duber &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;energy-consuming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!  :(  So even if you really wna start on some work at 7, you'll just feel too tired, to even walk to the study room. Then I'll just end up lazing around, and not doing anything, what is wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gna get to AC at this rate.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye I'm finally gna get some Math done, and I'd better remember to bring my texts back. Or I can forget about ever passing Geography or Socials.  :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115355541629427825?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115355541629427825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115355541629427825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/nelly-furtado-promiscuous-girl.html' title='Nelly Furtado  ;  Promiscuous Girl #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115338943750769265</id><published>2006-07-20T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:57:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Cent  ;  Piggy Bank #</title><content type='html'>Clicketty Clank Clicketty Clank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally managing to save some money, cos I've cut myself off from food, well mostly.  :D  Tdy alone I had just a curry puff and a 50cent cone altogether. (&lt;i&gt;To Futs whose worried about my weight, I'm fine, I'm not dead, so it's cool&lt;/i&gt;) Anyway, school was alright, I was so sleepy the whole day, cos lesson after lesson the teachers came in with their powerpoints, transparencies, and the like. Presenting stuff, expecting us to copy notes of some sort. Didn't bring all my worksheets, so i didn't really see the point of staying awake, but I still fought the sleep and caught a little of what the teachers had to offer. I think Mrs Selina Lum is a really good teacher with all her 'live' examples.  :)  Mrs Rajah's fine, I just don't like her tempers. She picks on every little thing when she's in one of her moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in paragraphing right at the moment. If any at all, it's to end off. Run run run, jog jog jog. Lose the weight and feel satisfied! Seeeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115338943750769265?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115338943750769265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115338943750769265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/50-cent-piggy-bank.html' title='50 Cent  ;  Piggy Bank #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115330277419243877</id><published>2006-07-19T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:16:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco  ;  The Only Difference Between Matyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage #</title><content type='html'>Sit tight I'm gna need you to keep time&lt;br /&gt;Just snap snap snap your fingers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda hooked on &lt;b&gt;Panic! At thee Disco&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/b&gt;, currently.  :D However, all the Fall Out Boy songs revolve around sex. Like my gosh, there's more to life than just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, chapel tdy was good, Glenn came! :DD Man, you're like a half-dad/brother. Always offering good advice x) And the way you hid the note for us girls, was really cool. And you bet we feel special, writing a note just for us! :D Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my blog, I hope it doesn't die. HAHA. All the art, Math, Chemistry, weighing me down. I hope I don't breakdown, I'm trusting that God'll just give me the strength and willpower to complete everything that I'm supposed to. Come to think of it, I think I've a Lit essay and a summary to complete. &lt;b&gt;However&lt;/b&gt;, I fear I have not brought &lt;i&gt;Grass Is Singing&lt;/i&gt; back home.  :P  Oh well, tmr then! :D Oh yeah, some guys asked for my number just now, haha, so funny. Asked me the exact question the guys asked Soph last time. LOL. Like dude, is it a standard pick-up or smtg?  :)  Too bad, my momma told me not to speak to strangers. A polite '&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;' is all you're getting from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, quiz time! :) Cos Daez made special mention of me in hers, I've decided to try it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thing: meeeeeeeeeeeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once said that: "Sophil, why you yawn? Are you tired? What time did you sleep, huh? Why you yawn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I regretted: Knowing Sophil, Jesus and Futs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile: Futs/ StickerZ/ Asexual Dustbin/ Satellite Dish.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm nervous: Ipinch my lips, my hands shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i laughed (until i cried) was when: Either yesterday or the day before, or was it tdy? I dono I laugh alot, I'm sucha a happy girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: Long, a little wavy, has many colors, and it's totally natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are: Fair, big, fat, every part of me is fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last christmas: was cool cos Leonard gave me Absolut Citron, And my cousins forced me to play CS, at which I suck, terribly, cos the moment a terrorist jumped in front of me I screamed and let go of all the controls, i.e. some osrt of committing suicide, or more likely, standing there letting someone slash me to death, not doing a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head left, Teddy bear wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head right, i see: An indian man on the roof of the opposite house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look down, i see: "Sonicfest 2005, www,sonicfest.net" That's my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest recent event was: Chapel tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make me really happy: I'll meeeeeeeep at ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: PLMGS s'goon north Ave 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are: Genetic defects, majority of which are insensitive. They are gigantic lawn-mowing vibrators, and rough drafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my wedding if: God told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: war, I really do want &lt;i&gt;World Peace!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Eat excrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself: A stripey Blue tank that makes me look like a sailor and I can show off my muscles, UH HUH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you: Mel bout me Ice Mountain Mineral Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favourite time of the day is: When my contacts start drying up and I've to blink extra frequently to moisturuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i was high: Tdy during chapel, cos Glenn made me laugh my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person i talked to told me: Excuse me 'runs. Excuse me! My friend wants your number, can give?(No.) Can't we be friends? (Bu yao.)  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: I exhausted myself, doing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl i know who: Likes the smell of her own fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's this guy i know who: the best there ever was, though his sexuality depends on how I feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy: Meeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to: Yellowcard, Starstruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last ate: twister fries. Stupid Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedsheet is: uhh floral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell: Dinner! Not that I'll partake in much of it anyhow. :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my table, i have: Phone, Glitter, eraser, sketches, notebook, timetable, flexirule, CD-R, dolphin keyring, outdated newsweek, 3 AA batteries,blinky wrist light, wooden plague saying"&lt;i&gt;GOD: I hate rules, that's why I only created ten of them.&lt;/i&gt;", calendar, cornerstone camp folder, carry-along mirror, glow bangle, I can't figure the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full name is: Ashley Yuen Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115330277419243877?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115330277419243877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115330277419243877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/panic-at-disco-only-difference-between.html' title='Panic! At The Disco  ;  The Only Difference Between Matyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115322870095489799</id><published>2006-07-18T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:18:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penfifteen Club  ;  Hey Miss Hilton #</title><content type='html'>Rarh rarh rarh, I'm flat broke, and it's only Tuesday man. Hmm. :) That's good, it should curb my craving for junk food, I guess. Ran with Ambra just now, yeay, and did like 30 &lt;u&gt;man's&lt;/u&gt; press ups, and a hundred sit-ups.  :DD  Wenta heartland with half the Jgang. Haha, stupid Pizza Hut, food takes so long to come, and the chilli dispenser's cap can't be screwed on tight. And imagine if you aren't even eating, how much longer you'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was cool, Ms Tini took 20minutes off recess for Deb and I, but not like I give a shit anyway, recess doesn't mean peanuts to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio prac was quite alright, heh, but I got kinda irritated with Amrit's constant pestering on how to do the experiments, and after awhile, I was like "&lt;i&gt;Do it yourself la!&lt;/i&gt;" Sorry girl, but there's only this much I can tolerate. Yeah, but I apolgise for flaring up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies lessons make me uber-duber sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drawing octopi, their tentacles are unbelievable!  &gt;:(  And I've yet to ask Mrs Lee permission to use her portrait in my final piece.  o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115322870095489799?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115322870095489799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115322870095489799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/penfifteen-club-hey-miss-hilton.html' title='The Penfifteen Club  ;  Hey Miss Hilton #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702835.post-115271272246230567</id><published>2006-07-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:59:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo  ;  Song To Say Goodbye #</title><content type='html'>Girls in PL read FHM. haha  http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AaNWjRk4ctmMq  Haha, Adel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11702835-115271272246230567?l=imtherocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115271272246230567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11702835/posts/default/115271272246230567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtherocker.blogspot.com/2006/07/placebo-song-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Placebo  ;  Song To Say Goodbye #'/><author><name>pink-chic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537516120358817182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
