<?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-21905822</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:56:42.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myshit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114395344408730974</id><published>2006-04-02T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:58:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/Dhivvya/I_love_mummy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one reason you should be jealous; i've got her and you dont!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Babes day @ Town yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Had so much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Shopped and crapped and chilled at ma crib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ouh, awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GRJ AND JASVIN! I SO TOTALLY HONESTLY LOVE 'YA HOTTIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Bought this bag. Hot pink and black mickey faces; not childish but timeless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That was hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Jes's new 3-quarters are hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can't wait to do it again! We so totally rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;RAJIMA was on tele yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Gawd that lady can act. And omg she looked so bloody gorgeous!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I got half a million calls not telling me about the drama, but how gorgeous she looked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cummon' pps. She's ma mummy's sister; my aunty; &lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; Rajima! Duhh she's hot! Oh but she's married so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She was Mrs. Singapore 2000. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I SO TOTALLY LOVE HER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;( oh and the drama was friggin scary! Not like the normal claiming-to-be-scary-but-actually-bullshit kinda drama. Catch it when it airs every &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday @ 9.30pm on Vasantham Central. For those with cable it's 05. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I think im an extremely lucky and happy kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm thankful for everything god has given me in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114395344408730974?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114395344408730974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114395344408730974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114395344408730974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114395344408730974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-reason-you-should-be-jealous-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114381890241073933</id><published>2006-03-31T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:48:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never cared about what people say about me. Not planning to care neither.&lt;br /&gt;Noone's EVER BROUGHT ME DOWN. Noone's going to neither.&lt;br /&gt;So continue talking about me; so honoured to know i'm always on your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm a HAPPY HAPPY kid!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay headed down to J8 with mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had sooo mych fun! I love her soososoosososo much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My friends think she's super mum cuz she's my true bestet bestie and she's uber GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;( i dun exagerate, dun worry ((: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People think she's punjabi + chindian. And people think we're sisters! Arrgh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She's uber sarcastic and hillarious! Omg, i sooo love her!!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay so had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We ate; we shopped; we talked; we gossiped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then we met some old guy who's her 'old neighbour' and that drunkard went like bla bla bla for 20 solid minutes. Geesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Told her we shld've taken the longer route!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I finally gon' do it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mum let me!! Omg yayyY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dun worry GRJ darlz, i wun make it obvious. I love you so much. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't wait till morn!!! Finally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you wana know what, i'm not telling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ASK ME cuz i've discovered certain unwanted no-lifers actually stick their nose into my private life by reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But my darlins are soooo welcomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It hurts to think you'll never know how it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i still smile 'cuz we're friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll never know, but it's better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd rather we remain totally comfy with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it does hurt, i won't pretend it dosen't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your the only thing i care about, that's bruised me(unknowingly) in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok. i wana sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't wait for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;babes day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Takkaire pps.&lt;br /&gt;wink;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114381890241073933?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114381890241073933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114381890241073933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114381890241073933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114381890241073933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-cared-about-what-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114361930789394542</id><published>2006-03-29T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:43:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Class was so fucking hillarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;God i think mine is the only unlame yet funny class. LOVEIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh and yupp. I'm open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded(ness) is NOT being ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;KELLY! I love you gorgeous!! Your sososososooo beautiful, both inside and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;AND YOUR NOT FAT! YOUR REALLI THINNNN XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114361930789394542?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114361930789394542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114361930789394542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114361930789394542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114361930789394542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/class-was-so-fucking-hillarious.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114355905836832650</id><published>2006-03-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:35:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Geesh, reading my entries, i sound like some miserable kid yearning for company.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, that's so not me.&lt;br /&gt;Ouhkay people back to whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a friggin funny day.&lt;br /&gt;Class ass clowns were ass-clowning.&lt;br /&gt;The guys were busy try'nna be nerds. You know nerds as in, those fellas with thick glasses, high socks and uber tight pants.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those sexay dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inderjit's got a rectangular butt, you know? Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Drama was so fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;Bitches, i so freaking love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh and to that special pandi whu's kinda been there for me and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess you and i both know who you are and i KNOW you're reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks alot idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes it means alot just to know there's someone there for 'ya. And that thought is simply enough to make your day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your the world of a friend to me, and seriously sometimes i tell you things i don't remember telling anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I agree, we do get busy and don't talk at times, but a good friendship dusnt mean clinging on 24/7 rytes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; You know sometimes if it werent for you being there listening to me blabber, i duno what i'd do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You might not know this, but yeah, you kinda mean a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taa's ma lovelies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114355905836832650?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114355905836832650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114355905836832650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114355905836832650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114355905836832650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/geesh-reading-my-entries-i-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114344799521460552</id><published>2006-03-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:26:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday AngJie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;( .. and yeah i said BIRTHDAY not birdie/birdae you moron. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Today was totally not the best day of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;If things continue, i'mna start loathing school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I duno why but all of a sudden i kinda feel deprieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;As though something is seriously screwed up indside me. I'm just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well.. Kinda sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can't figure out why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;There's your answer to my 'pms' days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I feel so broken up inside. Don't tell me you understand; you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I just feel like noone cares. And all those who do, i feel like their faking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I don't feel cheerful anymore. And it feels like i'm getting betrayed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I just can't trust anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dark clouds seem to block my sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You know when i actually sit down to think about it, i feel like such a moron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm always there for you, like a spineless fugstick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But you hardly realise, you always seem to be chasing after one thing or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your never there for me, your not even half of what i am to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Maybe it's just that guys are like that, that they care but can't show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But it's always about YOU. It's always this or that, do you even realise i'm here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;To be more then just listen to your shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I swear even after you read this you'd have no idea. I wonder why i break my back when i can actually spend all my energy with people who love and care about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your just a self-centred he-bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Quit asking me freaking irritating questions when i'm not bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I fucking bet the person i'm refering to won't have a clue, but every other tom-dick-harrys' gon' ask me if it's he im talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Damn. Just my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114344799521460552?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114344799521460552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114344799521460552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114344799521460552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114344799521460552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-angjie.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114325363703313409</id><published>2006-03-25T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:27:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bobby befriended a beautiful brown rabbit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chased it like he's never chased anyone before. Oh yeah, the owner almost had a heart-attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But eventually, everything turned out fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess Bobby dosent fancy Rabbit stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114325363703313409?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114325363703313409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114325363703313409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114325363703313409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114325363703313409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/bobby-befriended-beautiful-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114311742138382660</id><published>2006-03-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:56:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why is everyone so fascinated with my ass all of a sudden???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;People please attend my funeral and dont be stingy with the donations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Starting monday we have math everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Singing ode to joy yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well well, now we know why that moron wants to be our form teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess noone volunteered to be the form teacher of our class, given the reputation we've worked so hard to earn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whatever, i love my class to bits and pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh yeah. Ms Salinah taught us how to forge our parents sigies. Even the office stuff encouraged us to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In the future if i end up in drug rehab, you know who to blame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And for the last time i'm &lt;u&gt;NOT 'chio' !!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Arrgh. People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh and Nisa thought im mad with her, dimwit. What are the chances of that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm really not in the mood these days. Been snapping at so many people, and you know what; i dont give a shit. I made it crystal clear that im pretty moody now. If people wana push buttons, they gotta deal with the afermath. Had a quarrel with Pra. I'm loosing it people, so please PLEASE DO NOT PROVOKE ME. Try and I'll screw you. I swear. I'm a really mean mean nasty bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, gotta run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Taas' bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114311742138382660?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114311742138382660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114311742138382660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114311742138382660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114311742138382660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-is-everyone-so-fascinated-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114303347796028159</id><published>2006-03-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:17:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My sore ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now Dee's started hitting me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ouchhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dumb miss lee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wants me to clip up my freench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And what's wrong with my frames? I think they're perfectly gorgeous and so does everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Purple stands for independance. I don purple stuff. I love purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm not changing them and thats final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Paper war during math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dumb guys. Apparently aiming at Ang Jie and hitting me where it hurts is very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Luckly he apologised or i'd have squeezed the guts out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dickheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yeah. I've got huge eyes and double-eyelids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;God made me that way. So piss off and stop craving for what you don got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; It just pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Oh yeah. If i've been snapping at you &amp; havent been speaking to you; it's not your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm human too, no matter how nice i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've got those i-just-got-out-of-the-wrong-side-of-the-bad days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So dun push the buttons and take a hint when i give it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Other then that; i love everyone who loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Those whu dunt, fuck off i don give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Taa's bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114303347796028159?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114303347796028159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114303347796028159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114303347796028159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114303347796028159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-sore-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114294410863696904</id><published>2006-03-21T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:28:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nisa Darlz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doink, you think i forgot? Bitch! Happy birthday babe! Thanks for everything dearie. Its been such a short time and it feels like eternity. I love you ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The usual drudgery. Seem to be thinking a lot about studying but never really manage to get my ass off to actually do it. I really need to start. Yea, seem to be saying that forever. Sigh. Know what? it feels good to be with you, but it often makes me think about stuff that i'd prefer not to think of. You really made me realise it's each individual for their own. Im commentless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My ass hurts, Gotta stop Eve from whacking me every single time we meet. Idiot. It's either my ass or ___. That horny thing from the whole family of (my)horny sweethrts. Oh yeah. Im open-minded. That's a good thing so all you narrow minded people can go eat shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kelly, &lt;em&gt;sarang haeyo&lt;/em&gt; to you too my &lt;em&gt;jaan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POA test tomoro. My aching brain. Life is such a drag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taa's bitches.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114294410863696904?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114294410863696904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114294410863696904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114294410863696904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114294410863696904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114270405623789193</id><published>2006-03-19T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:56:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Look, I'm sorry if i seem like a mean, arrogant, ignorant bitch. I'm not that soft cackling girl that sticks around and smiles even if you take my candy and replace it with shit, anymore. Im 15 now. Im growing up. I noe, i look different. I AM different in more ways then you can immagine. I'm bold. I take my stand. But why can't you accept me?? Why cant you see that im growing?? I know you liked me like i used to be. I know you miss that sweet, innocent, smiling, naive girl. Im not that anymore. It happens; people change. I did. I dun pretend im intrested in what i'm not intrested in animore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt took over. I dint noe what i was doing. I know you were puzzled. But i was searching. Now i've found and i'm content. But it's too late, the gap's too wide. We were kinda close. But then everything stopped. I'm a complex person, please dont try figuring me out. I know you did. That got you far.. I dint expect what i got. You wowed me. Your such a gorgeous person. I love who you are on the inside. Sweet, nice. I duno how else to put it. Look, it'd be great if we could start again, But it's not that easy. ((: I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was okay. Almost burnt. Damn wax candles. I bet everybody thought i was so Emo. It's just the way i am. Dint want to swim, got dragged into the water by the dimwit of a couzin bro i have. Was scared the wits outta my socks thanks to Chittapa and his PONTIANAK laughter. Apparently, they find my fear very entertaining. Try sitting in the balcaony of the chalet with your cousin and his friend talking and then hear this totalli freaky sound. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rathiy machal's friend. Talked. And i THOUGHT I was TALL. haha. Walked along the beach at about 10+. The guys were DESPRATELY tring to scare the fuck outta me and Gami. HA. that got them far. Scumbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the photos uploaded later. I dun like publishing my photos on friendster, so check out my msn window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa's bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114270405623789193?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114270405623789193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114270405623789193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114270405623789193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114270405623789193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/look-im-sorry-if-i-seem-like-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114258752887329328</id><published>2006-03-17T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:29:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NS guys are hillarious. Expecially the types that practically fall and turn to apologise to you when you did nothing but freeze in suprise. Hahaha. Lameness. Went to the lib wif Nisa and her sis today. I love them both. They're awesome people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Studied POA. Ate ice-cream. Blah blah. Other boring events i dun think you'd be intrested in. Oh yeah. FINALLY got the book i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm a bitch. Yeah i am. But i'm NOT YOUR BITCH. And there's a humongous diff between a bitch and a slut, dig that. And there's more to being a bitch then you think. You gotta have the GUTS to stand up for yourself and you so totalli gotta have the brains. I LOVE MY BITCHES. *wink; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am such a butterfly. I'm uber care-free and i live a happy teenage life. My dreams and ambitions are HUGE. I know what i REALLY want and i make sure i work to get where-ever i want. I'm a totally frank and straightfoward person so piss off if you can't get along with me. I dont stick with certain people, i mix. If you have a beef with me; i don't give a shit. If you loathe me that is so totally your problem. Like i said, i couldn't be bothered. And i have a huge temper, don't mess with me. I swear you'll be suprised. I STAND UP for myself and what i believe in. I'm a no-nonsense person so let that sink deep. If you think im arrogant; fuck off. Just because i'm nice dosent mean im naive. I'll make you sorry you ever messed with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Im so totalli happy.&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HERE I COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Taa's pps.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114258752887329328?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114258752887329328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114258752887329328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114258752887329328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114258752887329328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/ns-guys-are-hillarious.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114252493805553103</id><published>2006-03-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:27:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To that&lt;br /&gt;cutehindustani dude that tripped. [If he ever reads this] It's okay, it wasnt your fault. See this realli realli cute indian guy smiled at me somewhat near causeway point, and then tripped. I tried to warn him though. Haha. It's okay dude. Your not clumsy; it just happens. I dint noe people like that tripped, he just looked so smart and cool and posh and bla bla. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went to Sentosa. My legs r aching. Had an okay time. Went to harbour front, walked; ate. Then went to Fort Selosa. E6'05. I &lt;33&gt; u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Played Volleyball. Captains ball was the best, the guys against the girls. Those nuttos; ended up throwing the ball in the air and running away frm them. Oh well; had a great time. Came back only at 6 plus. Tired tired tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;okai pps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gotta play tug-of-war and get back my socks, before pushing bobby outta the bed and locking him outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now dun go missing me aites? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wink;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taas' Gorgeys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114252493805553103?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114252493805553103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114252493805553103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114252493805553103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114252493805553103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-that-cutehindustani-dude-that.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114231717214521224</id><published>2006-03-14T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:21:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am so screwed. Math test was super tough. Dear 3E7 +RIP+ lovelies! Even future-masters-in-science-degree-holder Nisah couldnt' do the test. Having Mashadi and Ang Jie right behind you is of course; not much help. Expecially when you continue to laugh your ass off and the math teacher barks at you for it because she noes the others have no hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Skipped drama, like i said; trash of my time. Ate at Mac wif Nisah, spend the day with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Babe, listen. I'd be there for u no matter what and i love you loadies but somethings that happen in life, we cannot help but abide by. Stuff like this dosent lie in our hands. But i still think your extremely lucky. Your blessed with beautiful features, a brain that is much envied, a wonderful personality and beautiful friendships. *Hints,hints* =P [[Wink-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wanted to go to West Mall ended up going to Clemanti cuz ms know-it-all forced me into the wrong bus. Bitch! -WeEps- Okay fine. Still had a blast. The clothes there are super cheap but ultra cool. Like the Giordano stuff. Gotta go shop. shop. shop. Oh yeah and i wana buy _____. Oh and ma glasses too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay pps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Freakin hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wana go watch Final Destination 2 (yeah it's on DVD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114231717214521224?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114231717214521224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114231717214521224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114231717214521224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114231717214521224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114226763239630500</id><published>2006-03-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:33:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jay-walked in front of policemen who were acting like the leaning tower supporting this really old drunk dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Drama was a complete trash of my time. So boring. Like totally. Oh did i meantion lame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's midnight. I've got a bloody math test in exactly 8 hours. So much for beauty sleep. Now i gotta mug. If you really come to think of it. School days beat holidays. Oh and i've given up on Pra. Forget the notes i'd rather make my own notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I want a whole list of new stuff; but im BROKE. Gona start saving for 'e Paris trip. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;OoOOoO boy! Cant wait! Just me and her. ohohohoh! I won't miss you small pps when i roll high! wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Back to freaking studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tas' pps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114226763239630500?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114226763239630500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114226763239630500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114226763239630500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114226763239630500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/jay-walked-in-front-of-policemen-who.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114225406876071306</id><published>2006-03-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:49:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Scorpians have very complicated personality.&lt;br /&gt;They are clever, non-compromising, calculative and self-protective.&lt;br /&gt;Money is very important to them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they have a "sixth sense": they can feel things by intuition that others cannot.&lt;br /&gt;They are very loyal and protective towards friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpians can say something and have in mind exactly the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;They are good actors.&lt;br /&gt;They can "poison" other people at any time.&lt;br /&gt;They would do anything to accomplish their goals.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, they could be dangerously jealous.&lt;br /&gt;They are also passionate and caring.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio is ruled by Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpians are good teachers, actors, buisnessmaen, accountants and sociologists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;EARTHSCOPE ENTERPRISES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well well, what'dya know?&lt;br /&gt;It's researched AND accurate.&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life;&lt;br /&gt;i feel completely read.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114225406876071306?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114225406876071306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114225406876071306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114225406876071306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114225406876071306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/scorpians-have-very-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114216557276039036</id><published>2006-03-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:46:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss my Hanisah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114216557276039036?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114216557276039036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114216557276039036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114216557276039036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114216557276039036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-my-hanisah.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114216446466463818</id><published>2006-03-12T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:54:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When i look in the mirror im not sure of what im seeing anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just feel so different now. Everyone around me is changing, and so am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm not that small little thing running around anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm bold. I stand up for what I WANT. Not for what u YOU want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm seriously the sweetest funnest thing you'll find. The bestest friend you'll ever meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i can be the meanest bitch. Trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've got a temper that's coated with so much sugar it's impossible to see through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've been through enough and i'm wary. I know better than you think i do, i know a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't feel threatened by anyone's presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't try sucking up to me; takes more then anything to get me to trust you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm not all smiles anymore so dun mess with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you smile and i dun return it GET THE HINT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I dun live for you. I think PETTINES is SHITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Get that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.S :                  &lt;u&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E6'05/04 SENTOSA OUTING &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                 &lt;/em&gt;THURSDAY AT 11 AM, JE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;                                 PROCEED TO SENTOSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114216446466463818?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114216446466463818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114216446466463818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114216446466463818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114216446466463818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-i-look-in-mirror-im-not-sure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114207981230274474</id><published>2006-03-11T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:28:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I LOVE MY DARLINGS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I LOVE THEM AND ONLY THEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I AM AN EXTREMLY NICE AND HAPPY PERSON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BUT DON'T MESS WITH ME OR I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR BLOODY ASS.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BE REALLY MEAN. TRUST ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My life is the closest thing to perfection;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love you if you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im unwritten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114207981230274474?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114207981230274474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114207981230274474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114207981230274474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114207981230274474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-my-darlings-i-love-them-and.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114191754419677698</id><published>2006-03-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:19:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[[ Why are all my hopes dashed when you just said thoese things without saying them. Why do i feel so ugly when i'm looking better. Why do i feel butterflies in my belly when i grab the phone and dial you. Why am i so consious about myself when i think  about you? Why can't i accept stuff and move on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been sometime, and i thought i was kidding myself; but that's just not it. I can't explain whats going on. It started with Nisa teasing and now it ends up like this? I can't explain what's going on but yet i refuse to let anyone read me. I don't show, i bottle up, while everyone opens to me. I refuse to unload the burden even though i know it'd be less heavy when i do. Why am i so arrogant to others similar to you, yet so nice to you? Why do i make time? Ohh kill me. I'm just shattered. I'm confused. But i'm not letting it show. Its a pudding; my feelings. A mixture of this and that.  ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was pretty okay. People seem to be pissing me off alot lately. Some dumb brats can't accept the fact that i have a temper too; they end up trying to be sarcastic and get shit thrown right at their faces. Bloody morons. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GET THIS : I DUN GIVE A FUCK TO WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK ABOUT ME.&lt;/span&gt; Ungrateful menace. You think im'na come begging for your friendship? What'd you got that i dont? Oh please pea-brain. I helped u so much before and now just cuz i snapped at you your giving me this shit. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dig this : FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt; Scumbag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Got stung by a bee. Dumb Ang Jie! Gave me the shock of my life saif i'm gonna swell like a ballon. Oh well; Mrs Rethinem got me to go to the GO. Had some &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt; medication. Recovered~ erm- i think. Okay so. Went to Mac afterschool. Slipped, held on for a sec and fell in slow motion. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JAJAR YOU BITCH!&lt;/span&gt; Assholic moron. Gave me that 'can we go now' look and i just sat there cross-legged. Eventually we got our asses off and went to Mac. Crapped and ate. Yummy! Went bk to school. Met the rest of our bitches and went back to join pira to eat. Omigosh we are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO THE DRAMA.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I love you bitches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.s : If we stand up for our rights you call us bitches. If we cross into the line of modern fashion you call us bitches. More then a ear-stud : Bitches. Always together : Bitches. Gossip : Bitches. Stand up for each other : Bitches. If you dun like us : Bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Therefore we are official bictches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE MY BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114191754419677698?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114191754419677698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114191754419677698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114191754419677698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114191754419677698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-are-all-my-hopes-dashed-when-you_09.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114165643708439695</id><published>2006-03-06T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:50:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I AM SO FREAKING PISSED WITH MY MT TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a heartless bitch. FUCKYOU FUCKSTICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I WANA PUSH HER DOWN THE STAIRS AND STICK PINS IN HER LOWER ABDOMEN AND USE FORKS TO GORGE OUT HER EYES AND RIP OUT HER VOCAL CORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bloody Dorkwad, i was suffering from EXCRUCIATING pain. Bloody Musscle cramps for Pete's sake! I DO NOT CRY. I AM A STRONG PERSON. but i coulnd't take the fucking pain, it bloody got to me. And i actually cried. I was like moaning from pain and she asks me to sit up straight and copy stuff down?? What's she made of? BRICKS AND STONE? FUCKA! i was SOOO iin pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I LOVE PIRA. thankyou dear for halping me pull thru. Thanks to Hanisah darling &lt;33&gt; and Liyana sweethrt for checking up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jasvin (Jes) met me at the school gate; spent some time with her. JASVINDER KAUR I LOVE YOU, AND I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU, RAIN OR SHINE. DON GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAY, CUZ THEY DUN MATTER. I NOE YOU. I BELIEVE IN YOU. MUACKZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss GRJ. i hope she got wat she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS ARE SUPER LUCKY THEY DUN HAVE THEIR PERIODS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114165643708439695?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114165643708439695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114165643708439695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114165643708439695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114165643708439695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-freaking-pissed-with-my-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114155516251176055</id><published>2006-03-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:40:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I AM FCUKING PUTTING ON ALL THE WEIGHT I LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO BUSTED IF I DUN STOP MYSELF FROM BEING A BUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SAVE ME. I NEED TO GET MY ASS OUTTA THE DOOR. HAJAR, PIRA, MY OTHER CRITICS. WHERE'D 'YALL GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GET BACK MY FCUKING LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114155516251176055?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114155516251176055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114155516251176055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114155516251176055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114155516251176055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-fcuking-putting-on-all-weight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114147527456871733</id><published>2006-03-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:27:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Lemmongrass"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Lemmongrass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Check'kit out pps' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114147527456871733?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114147527456871733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114147527456871733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114147527456871733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114147527456871733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/httpkevan.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114147503256497599</id><published>2006-03-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:23:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was a blast. I'm so happy things between us cleared up. I'm so delighted. I think your really different now. You apologised, you made up. I don need an apology. You were my bestie, you are and always will be.IloveYOUsoMUCHdearie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jajar and pira came over today. Practically screamed, crapped and had a typical girl's day. Nothing got done but oh well. THE FOG IS NOT PLAYING. Bloody cinemas. I wana watch Final Destination 3. I can pass for 16- like duh.! But what if they wana check my IC. Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ate Ice Kachang. Talked about shit. Shopped @ minitoons. Pira's Birthday in 2 weeks. Going East-coast to celebrate. Need to get her a gift. Must go shopping. Got a few for more weeks for that certain weekend to arrivel; i'm uber excited. Can't wait. I simply cant explain why.  Must go get clothes for that too. Need new frames. And a new hp. I'm broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Common tests start monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Damn Mrs Ko. She is so de bull. I hope she gets knocked over by a speeding rocket and looses her memmory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That'd be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I LOVE MY GIRLS! YOU ROCK MY UNIVERSE SWEETHEARTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114147503256497599?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114147503256497599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114147503256497599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114147503256497599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114147503256497599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114139953940484318</id><published>2006-03-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:27:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don wana hear it. I don need an apology. I was taken aback by de way you took it, but i wans'nt shocked. See i know you better then that. I love you and always will. I see it comming, and i guess people do change. It might take some time, but i see you trying. I got de missed calls, i just dun wan an explanation, i just wana take it from where we left off. I dono if things can be exactly de same, i just don want it to be any different. I just want you back as a whole. You don owe me an apology. Iloveyou girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok. Hajar din't come. Ms. Lee gon' be our form teacher. Moron. I'll miss Ms. Salinah. No her, no fun during phyics. De guys were extra cocky today. Cocky, but funny. Monday my turn to get de Menthos for de relay system. Gotta get started on de project. Wana see The Fog wif them next week, supposed to go tomoro, but i cant go. Ok so yup. I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114139953940484318?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114139953940484318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114139953940484318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114139953940484318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114139953940484318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-don-wana-hear-it.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114123107555801350</id><published>2006-03-02T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:42:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My words were true, my feelings were too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Two bodies we were, one soul we shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The smiles, the giggles, the slaps, the cuddles. You left my whole heart deflated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You hissed, you cried. You made me sad. Your words hurt bad, they scarred me deep. I never immagined you were such a creep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You said i lied, you said i hide. But I told you all, good and bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I loved you, i cared and You gave it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You supported me; but times there were, when you ignored me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I mingled; i mixed. You were the best, but not de only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My love for you, was not mommentary. Ambiance fun, we laughed, we giggled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Expected, this was. Early, it came. Soon it arrived; The great separtaion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;With no ryhme or reason you began to strike. Weather pride or stress, you never said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You marched back up and took back your claims. You left me silent, you made me think. Do i really think you were woth de pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How 'bout de others, u mean it's all de same. In the end it's right, it's you for your own game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You played me out when you got me thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I rang, you faked. I hung, i pondered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fault's on your side, shud i be devasted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I pick maself up and i move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;See a girl like me don remorse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things happened. You made me a fool. You have your pride and i have mine. After all being said about sisterhood and all; i feel like an idiot. I'm not going to sit around crying about it. I've got my life, i've got my pride. But still, i apologise when i'm in de wrong. This time i'm not, in fact i never was. It's all up der in your head. Afterall this, if we were to get back together. Do 'ya think we can alter time, get it all back? Things r not gona be the same, maybe hate will fester. But i loved you once and once again. My feelings are all scribbled in the poem above. I'm done wif all da crap after this, i'm moving on. You'd just be one of ma friends, on in the 1001. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You shattered the heart,&lt;br /&gt;you broke the trust.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114123107555801350?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114123107555801350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114123107555801350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114123107555801350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114123107555801350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-words-were-true-my-feelings-were.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114113005091008510</id><published>2006-02-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:43:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The grass on de other side always seems greener, but in de end never is. Never crave for or simply envy someone your not, or something tha's not in your posession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had drama club. Went pretty fine. Was held in the library. Saw wanling, jessica and Hui Jen. I seriously don't know if i'm that funny 'cuz they were laughing till ling went tomatao-red and was kinda crying. That idiot. Horny pig. PIG PIG PIG. haha. Ate at mac. Was wif Hajar, Pira and Aish. Met Jas in de morn. Yupp. Class was fun, as always, though lessons were a drag, as always. I owe someone a slap. Will debit that. Math common test monday. Fuggit. I feel like such a dumbass when i don't grasp stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taught Ang Jie how to pronounce my full name, now that's all he's calling me. Idiot. Hajar's calling me Miss. Chels. Nonsensical bestiie of mine. Actually, it sounds pretty cool. Haha. you know what? Everyone arnd the 4 of us think we're uber funny. But we find ourselves pretty normal. Probably too immune to the insults and sarcasm thrown at each other that we find the funny things we say, everyday-words. P.s dun get de wrong idea! We's super duper close. Like the particles in an ice cube. Ermm. I did so not say that. Anyway, advertisment project starts tomoro. Gonna be absolute fun, no doubt about that. Boon Keong bought me menthos! Uber nice of him. Hmm, yea that's all. I love Hanisa. Haven't been neglecting the other group of darlings i hang out with. Yvvone (Chua) is super duper nice, sweet, cute, ____ (insert positive adjectives). I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gotta go. I think im missing someone who i think i'm not supposed to miss because of some reason i don't think you should or could know if you arent the someones who know about the someone who is someone else totally from who your thinking of, if your thinking of someone at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ha told 'ya not to try read me. I'm a complex gurl who potrays a rather simplified version of herself to people who don't know her better then she knows them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'taas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114113005091008510?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114113005091008510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114113005091008510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114113005091008510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114113005091008510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/grass-on-de-other-side-always-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114104741823548793</id><published>2006-02-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:36:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/lemmongrass"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/profiles/lemmongrass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yupp. Uploaded my new pix on friendster, sadly ma current blog's space is too small. Okie. I'm hungry. I wana go eat. Takkaire! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;taas' pps.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114104741823548793?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114104741823548793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114104741823548793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114104741823548793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114104741823548793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114087850430862231</id><published>2006-02-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:41:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Been a long day. I'm bushed. Met Hajar darling at JE mrt at like 11 in the morn. Went to town. Walked frm Orchard Mrt to Fareast to eat LongJohns. Walked back. Shopped. Bought ma school bag, after looking and re-looking arnd Far-East, that is. Pathetic, there aint even one bag that blows me away. This bag's pretty cool though. Might be going to minitoons to get some accesories to match. I LOVE TAKA. the clothes are SO RAD. It's like &lt;u&gt;FASHIONISTA&lt;/u&gt; paradise. Bought these really cool shades. And people- Don't go for the Paris Hilton look. Trust me-aint gona work. Walked and walked and walked. Our legs feel like jelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went to the Esplande. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chilled for a bit. Did some dumb stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Got back got changed and headed for the dinner thing. The two darlings were super cute and hyper for a bunch of 3 &amp; 4 year old kids. Will post the pictures up later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;JAJAR DARLING I LOVE 'YA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114087850430862231?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114087850430862231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114087850430862231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114087850430862231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114087850430862231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/been-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114076734569587453</id><published>2006-02-24T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:49:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This week is so over and done with. Hit a few high notes and sank a little this week. Can you believe that happened to me?? TO ME of all people. THINGS LIKE THAT DON'T HAPPEN TO ME!!! Ok anyway, was asked to cut an immaginary chocolate cake and made an idiot. But it's just friends so that's pretty ok. Next week common tests, gotta mug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm just really confused right now. Nothing is making sense in my head. People think i'm keeping stuff from them. Others persume i'm drifting away from them. Don't read me, i'm not an open book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Saw Sara at Lakeside MRT station. My it's been like 3 yrs since i last saw him! And best part was, he kinda walked right past me and then paused and looked at me, and with this shocked kinda face asked me if im Dhivvya. He's known me for like *counts* 9 years now and he dosent recognise me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sara : Dhivvya??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me : Yea. You don't recognise me?! Are you okay??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sara : Yea. It's just that, you've changed alot. Can't recognise you. Took me a second glance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me : Haha 3 yrs is some time i guess. Btw, that your friend behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sara : Yeah. Gotta run. See 'ya 'round. You really look diff la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me : Haha ok. You bttr get going! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The nerve of that idiot! But i guess thats perfectly understandable. I mean if my &lt;u&gt;OWN FAMILY MEMBERS&lt;/u&gt; can manage not to regcognise me seeing me after sometime, what do my friends have to compete against?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114076734569587453?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114076734569587453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114076734569587453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114076734569587453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114076734569587453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-week-is-so-over-and-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114052704067291176</id><published>2006-02-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:04:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TODAY SUCKED. i am like so effed up. New SS teacher. Horray, now let's say bye-bye to that one subject we can get a distinction for. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will be comming back, looking foward to seeing her. Those who're not, shut up; get lost. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liyana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sweethrt you make my day. You mean alot to me. And what you think about me, about me being really intelligent i appreciate it. But i'm not all that intelligent, seriously darling. Anyway i love you. Will always be there for you. Sudenly i feel like sadness is engulfing me, i duno y. Slept at 4 woke at 5. Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114052704067291176?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114052704067291176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114052704067291176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114052704067291176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114052704067291176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114042952168367461</id><published>2006-02-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:58:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love Ms Salinah, she postponed the test for me. Gotta collect phy notes from pra, Wednes i guess. Felt horrid all day. Geog was okay. I loathe that pesky rodent. Tamil sucked, as always. She's gona make us stayback for what a bunch of absolutely lame jerks did. Math dragged. Yakkada yakkada yakkkada. Went to Mac after school. Crapped. Just got home, bushed and exhausted. Gotta leave soon, hope i'd be back by 9.30. Lotsa homework and revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114042952168367461?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114042952168367461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114042952168367461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114042952168367461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114042952168367461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-ms-salinah-she-postponed-test.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114033924893540784</id><published>2006-02-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:57:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;With my darlings of course. Yupp. For the reccord, i'm not into this crushing stuff. I don't dig BGR. I don't crush on people. I've got one love and that's my darlings. Don't come asking me if i'm into this guy or that, cause i'm not. Get that straight. Think whatever you want. My close guy friends are pieces of me, they're my friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I'mna say this for one last time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT CRUSHING ON ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Pra is so dead one more time he pairs me up wif any other guy, but i guess he knows me well enough to know i'm not into anyone, and i know he's just monkeying around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So that's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today's the wedding finally. I miss my spices, if i'm back late i might not be able to make it to school. I'm still looking around for a good phone. Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114033924893540784?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114033924893540784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114033924893540784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114033924893540784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114033924893540784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114027791035772559</id><published>2006-02-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:52:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just got back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Function went great. The four of them turned up. Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had a jolly good time. Pra can be such an assclown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had fun. Ate then was under the block with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Crapping and waiting for our parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All went well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kumar mam's GF looks punjabi. All the same, she's sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tomoro Eliza's bdae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114027791035772559?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114027791035772559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114027791035772559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114027791035772559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114027791035772559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21905822.post-114025405149979361</id><published>2006-02-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:19:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am such an idiot. I deleted my previous posts in the process of creating a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been busy. People, i am so sick of immatures. Currenlty supposed to be in town but Jajar's got a scrabble competition. Aish has got this family gatheing thingy and Pira has got tution. I love my spices. I wana watch the pink panther and i wana go to kino in taka. I wana study but i feel extremely lazy when i look at my books. Went to this family function thingy yesterday. Bored. Prasanth, Vaish, Dharsh din't turn up yesterday. I'mna kill Pra if he dosen't come today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana change my hp. Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21905822-114025405149979361?l=simply-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/feeds/114025405149979361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21905822&amp;postID=114025405149979361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114025405149979361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21905822/posts/default/114025405149979361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-her.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-such-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>thegirl91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737132791446737256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
