<?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-9062863</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:42:15.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity or I n s a n i t y ?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112350089288732348</id><published>2005-08-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:34:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;urgh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why i'm always in a bad mood after wakin up from my afternoon nap, either tat, or i'll feel extremely bloated and sick. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day celebration today was a flop. the food the stalls were selling didnt even looked appetizing at all, the usual crap, fishball, hot dogs....blah. the popsicle they were selling had this weird smell and i was puttin the plastic in mah mouth and stuff until i decided that there was definately a weird smell coming off the plastic. and i was like - ewww... lol thats kinda ramdom, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is sooooo not my colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112350089288732348?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112350089288732348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112350089288732348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112350089288732348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112350089288732348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/08/urgh-i-dont-understand-why-im-always.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112290649614955057</id><published>2005-08-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:28:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;urgh.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo scared, i'm about to cry. i am really really about to cry. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a lizard in the study room (where i'm situated now), any way here is what happened. i was about to do my english summary when i realised that i left my question paper in my room ( which is next to the study room) so as i was about to go open the door of the study room, i saw this huge, fat lizard on the wall and i guess it saw me and started goin crazy, i swear it was leaping from one side of the wall to another, i was so scared it would jump on me, i was so scared didnt even know what to do, i just stood there and stare in shock. after i've regained my composure, and after the lizard rest itself on the study room's door, keepin me away from it, i decided to come back here and sit infront of the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i was soo shocked i was about to cry, the only people in my family who are not scared of lizards are my brother and my dad. my brother is out and my father is bathin, there is no one else at home. i'm feelin so helpless, i just called my mom to  hurry her home, and i swear i almost burst into tears.  my mom obviously wont be home so soon, so i turned to callin my father on his cell. but he was in the bathe room so he didnt answer the phone. omg. i'm so scared, now the lizard is no where to be seen, i am sooo worried that it might decide to go to my room. OMG, please dont let it go in. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112290649614955057?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112290649614955057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112290649614955057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112290649614955057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112290649614955057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/08/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112263661476357984</id><published>2005-07-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:30:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112263661476357984?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112263661476357984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112263661476357984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112263661476357984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112263661476357984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112263367106458471</id><published>2005-07-29T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:20:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm starting to believe, the only person to trust is myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember when...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- getting high meant swinging at the playground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- your worst enemies were your siblings and veggies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- race issues were who ran the fastest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- war was a card game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the only drug you knew of was cough medicine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the only thing you smoked was the pokey biscuits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the only thing that hurt was skinned knees &amp;amp; the only things that can get broken were your toys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up.&lt;/p&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gettin high means doin things that your parents don't know you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your worst enemies are your teachers, parents, some bitches, homework and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- race issues are all about YOU winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- war is literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you know almost all the drugs available that could get you high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- every thing you smoked damages your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the only thing that is hurt are your feelings and the only thing that can be broken is your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- life is stressed up and difficult and now all i want is to go back to those times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been studying, and for one last time. to those who still don't believe that i'm studying hard. FUCK OFF, period. i'm studying and i know it so either STFU or make me diss you on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, its still the same old stuff, "it-have-been-so-long-since-i-last-blogged" shit. life had been pretty mundane so far, i'm living the some of the happiest days of mah life, i'm loving my friends and also startin to learn how to love myself more and i'm havin the time of my life loving myself. many would think that i'll be lying if i said that i'm happy that there isn't that "special" person, but seriously, i've never ever felt so free since i hit puberty. like for once, i don't really need to care about what i say, what i do, how i look and whatnot. i've also learnt how to shut up. i know that sometimes i just blabber off like no one else's business and i always want people around me. but now, i like to just take a little time off from all my friends ( its not that i dont appreciate them, i think they are the greatest), just be alone, not on the phone or what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also learnt not to complain about EVERYTHING and enjoy the simple things in life, sometimes i just spend time alone just to think about how lucky i am to have friends that likes me for who i am, likes me no matter whatever i do, friends who don't mind doing stupid stuff with me and also, how lucky i am to have a home that i can live in comfortably. i mean to think of it, i'm much more fortunate then some people out there, i have my meals every day, without worryin about if i would have the money for my next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also realized that i swear and curse too much, i'm tryin to change. its hard, cause it had become a habit. but still, i would. i know i just said that for once i didn't need to care about what i said, but what my point here is that i want to change because all this cursin and swearing brings bad karma and i wouldnt want whatever i'm sayin to come around. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112263367106458471?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112263367106458471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112263367106458471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112263367106458471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112263367106458471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-starting-to-believe-only-person-to.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112159386274915535</id><published>2005-07-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:51:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i need a break&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight...currently taking a break from studying. okay, i'm not really studyin but i'm doing mah home work and my brain juices are flowing, so    YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;joycification pictures&lt;/span&gt; presents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SO MUCH HOME WORK SO LITTLE TIME"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starrin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce as "stressed out teenager with too much home work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooo...&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. i wwant a digi cam so i can up load piccas on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIGICAM....&lt;br /&gt;DIGICAM...&lt;br /&gt;DIGICAM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112159386274915535?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112159386274915535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112159386274915535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112159386274915535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/112159386274915535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-break-riiight.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112157233331351607</id><published>2005-07-17T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:54:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i feel so weak without your touch.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, it've been soooo long since i last blog, like seriously blog. oh well, i've been really busy with my studies recently and for those who think i'm not studying, I AM. i'm currently studying like every day and only takin time off on saturday and sunday. HOWEVER, saturday and sunday never seems to be enough cause i always end up having weekend work. i still have home work that i have yet to touch lying around, so i guess i need to complete them later, which means i cant go out with mah family, its not like i want to go out with them though. OH, any way, it seems that mah parents arent gonna go through divorce anny more, which is good news, but some how i feel weird, like i cant understand all this grown ups. * omg, i sound like a child*, but seriously, i really dont, why is it that if a teenager gets into trouble, he or she can never run away from it and ALWAYS have to face punishment? and why issit that adults can talk about divorce, but end up not divorcin, others will just say that they werent in the right condition to think, they were stressed up, thats why that had that thought in mind? adults are weird ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her but don't undersand her, understand him but dont love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its soooo early in the morning and i've got nothing to do. i cant even eat cause theres nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-112107954465535855</id><published>2005-07-11T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:59:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm too lazy to blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-112107954465535855?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/112107954465535855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=112107954465535855' title='0 Comments'/><link 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friggin fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend is missin. she is constantly switchin off her phone and she wouldnt tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyana have been back from god knows where for so long now, she havent even call me or msg me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is talkin to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my dad, his bein a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is startin tomorrow. it fucks every thing up even more.&lt;br /&gt;mah throat is hurtin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i wanna scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one needs me around any more.&lt;br /&gt;not even mah bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend, where have u been? i miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;DIYANA deen, where are you, i havent heard from you for soooo long. i miss you like crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;belwicket, i miss you guys toooo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm 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title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111976198866978641</id><published>2005-06-26T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:59:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm baaaack.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to bloooog. omg. lets see, when was the last time i actually blogged with mah own comp at home?- well, that would be like a gazilion decades ago. totally miss bloggin balls. i cleaned mah rooooom, yup, actually i was forced to clean up mah room, cause mah family is havin this family gathering thing like all this relatives i barely know, will be comin up to me and askin me about stuff, actin like as if they are interested. pfft. nehow, i rather like the sight of mah room all cleaned up. it smells really nice, tra la la, i can literally see butterflies flutterin around, water falls, rain bows and stuff. oh-kay. its funny how jamie and i see cleanin up our room as such a sacred chore, please take note that every time we clean up our room, we blog. uh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is gonna start tomorrow. -ouch. it pains me to type that out. it not good at all, i'm sooo not ready fer school, its not like i would ever be ready for school, but i'm just not ready to use mah brain again. mah brain have benn dead for one month and a few hours now, and i'm not ready to resurrect it yet. oh gawd, please just give me one more decade of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite, i gotta ciao now, the relatives are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you humans:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111805268063496956</id><published>2005-06-06T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:11:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;damn it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently located in jamie's room, but where is jamie?- at darryl's. wow, she deserts her best friend for her boyfriend. but, i'm totally okay with it cause jerry's here with me. uh-huh. i looove jamie's house, ahhh...mah second home. nehow, just watched "meet the fockers" its hilarous. i know i'm kinda slow, but come'on who isnt? riiight. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah mom offcially banned me from usin the comp after she saw mah report card. like TOTALLY banned, she made mah brother do something to the CPU, i can't even on the friggin comp. i wonder what the hell did mah brother did, i tried lookin for any unplugged plugs, but there was none, nil, zilch. all was intact. god knows what he did. oh well, it seems that mah mom forgot that i DO have friends. friends, that allows me to use their comp like the comp was mine, to be specific. obviously, mah mom forgot that i have a best friend who happens to own a comp. oh well, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, back to mah point, i'm banned from the comp i have at home, so i cant be bloggin as much as i used to blog. and god knows when she will allow me to use the comp at home again. argh. sometimes i just feel like running away from mah parents, cause they are gettin too involved in the "i'm-your-parent-and-you-MUST-do-whatever-i-say"thing. mah parents are biatches. yup, I SAID THAT, mah parents are biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhh, i'm soooo goin to hell. so? whose not gonna go to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, jamie and i are meetin alot of friendly ppl today. love-ables. first it was that guy that works at VIDEO-EZY or something like that, so what jamie and i had in mind was to rent some vcds and head back to her crib to just laugh our asses off, but we didnt know that to rent from video-ez, u have to be a member. free member, (bear with me cause i'm gonna do the "go-through-every-single-shit-that-happened-and-bore-your-readers-to-death" thing.), and that guy went "ya can i have your card" and both of us, simultaneously, went "what card?" and i was fillin in mah particulars when he went, "OH, you have to be sixteen to be a member." so we were like "huuhhh....just change the year for us lah." and i went "COME'ON" in the donkey way. so his like all laughin and stuff and he actually changed it fer us. awww....lotsa love.=) and these guys at starbucks were just plain nice lah. haha. i'm too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite, i'm gonna end here and try to update asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'm in love with herry, cause he is too cute. he just came in and asked me if i wanna watch the moovie with him.           -LOVE TO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111805268063496956?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111805268063496956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111805268063496956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111805268063496956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111805268063496956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111750017320719611</id><published>2005-05-31T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T08:42:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the international bestsellers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh...my ass. i'm too sick to even purr i can't possibly roar. oh well, currently in ze grandmama's place gonna go to the doctors later.yup. i love it here at ze grandmama's house, i looove the smell of the air here, reminds me of home. i mean afterall, i've been living here for the past 14++ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, i was waitin fer the comp to load when i saw this book tittked "tuesdays with Morrie" it looks really kiddy but its suppose to be an international best sellin book. ;  don't judge a book by its cover? lol. read a few pages and its really actually quite good. uh-huh, i reckon its mah cousin's but since when did he start to read all this intellectual kind of books. (pardon me but mah elder cousin is not quite a book person. he is more of a parrtay person. i loikeee.) any way, i'm gonna borrow the book, yup, but his currently still sleepin so i guess i'm just gonna take the book and remind grandmama to tell him that i took the B-O-O-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite, ze grandmama just yelled fer me to go to the doctor's now. so i guess i'll be off then. lotsa love.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good bye sorethroat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111750017320719611?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111750017320719611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111750017320719611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111750017320719611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111750017320719611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/international-bestsellers-rahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111745838657362783</id><published>2005-05-30T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:06:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;too sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FUCKIN SICK AND NO ONE CARES. I FEEL LIKE FUCKIN CRAP. LIKE AS IF JUST FUCKIN SORE THROAT IS NOT ENOUGH, I HAVE TO BE BLESSED WITH FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC SPLITTING HEADACHE &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;OFCOURSE, GOD LOVES ME TOO MUCH, HE THINKS THAT THE ABOVE SUFERRINS ARE NOT ENOUGH TO PLEASE ME, HE, THE MIGHTY ONE, ONCE AGAIN BESTOWS ME WITH FEVER. THANKS! I'M LIKE SOOOO GRATEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above is not blogged to offend any religion of any kind, any resemblance detected, is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pardon me, i'm sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to scream at some one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111745838657362783?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111745838657362783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111745838657362783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111745838657362783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111745838657362783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/too-sick-im-fuckin-sick-and-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111737148255259484</id><published>2005-05-29T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:03:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i want all of you back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the feeling i get when i'm just havin a good time, laughin and having fun with youguys. issit because i'm forgetful or issit because all of us are driftin apart, busy with our own stuff? i reckon its the latter. what is happenin to us? we use to be inseparable, we use to have this special bond among us that no one outside the group will understand. maybe non of you guys felt it, but i did. what is happening to this bond between all of us? issit fadin away because we are too busy with our lives ,because we just cant be bothered with one another or issit because the daryl, who was always there to keep us together is no longer always with us, 24/7. i hope it is not because we cant be bothered with each other. because that doesnt seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we not care for each other any more? i dont think so, because if it was because of that, i wont be doin this thing, tryin to remind all of us that each of us that once belonged to the group are still here, close to one another, all we have to do is to make it a point to get together and just have fun like we use to have.i dunno about you guys but seriously, i do miss all of you. i want the lame talks befor school back, i want the lame talks during recess back, i want the lame talks after school back. i want all the fun we use to have back, all the jokes we use to share back. and most of all i want you guys back. i want that special bond back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to li jun and alfred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you guys like it or not, i'm just gonna say it out here. i wont be a bitch and take sides. i think that both of you are at fault. both of you are too stubborn. why dont you guys just sit down as matured adults to talk things out? runnin away from the problem wont solve the problem. it will make the problem bigger. issit worth it then? no. this little misunderstandin is not worth it at all.NO.NO.nooooo....lol(i needed something to keep my readers entertain, incase they get bored.=P) cant u guys see that this thing is fuckin up the relationship between the both of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop acting lik both of you dont care, cause its obvious that both of you do care about how each other feel. so why not just sit down and pour things out? just talk and things will get resolved, even if its not resolved, i'm sure it will get slightly better. please guys. just TALK THINGS OUT. its no use playing the "cold-war" thing, thats fer the primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope you guys read this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111737148255259484?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111737148255259484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sore throat.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh... i'm suffering from fuckin sore throat. i feel like pullin out the contents of mah throat, scrape em' clean then puttin them back again. my fuckin throat hurts so bad. nothing is helpin. i've been gettin alot of this sore throat thing for the past few weeks, i think i should go to the doctors.maybe the doctor will diagnose me with some life-threatenin throat disease, and i'll die if i dont get a throat transplant. wahaha. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. my throat hurts, theres chinese o level exams tomorrow and i havent even started studyin. three cheers fer that. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111736689637007885?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111718737515005827</id><published>2005-05-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:49:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Type Your Name With Your...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers: Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose: uj0o7c34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elbow:joyucve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue:uoyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin:  jkolyhgtcdfxer4d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet: joikyhcdvdxew43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheek:  nujmo0y7u6h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrist: jkouyvbcre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Closed:  joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned Around: joybt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished you didnt mean so much to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111709529013253033?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111709529013253033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111709529013253033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intensive mother tongue study goin on in school is drivin me crazy. and i'm friggin freaked out by the idea of mother tongue o level. damn. any how, happy thoughts!  ; i did well for literature! yay-ness boy. i'm so glad, was actually worryin about not doin well, but i turned out that i did quiet well and i'm hella happy.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whats happenin to me, but i feel like doin stuff alone nowadays. no idea what is happening to me but i like it when i'm alone sometimes. just me and mah thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloggin gibberish today. i'm not in the mood. oh well, lotsa love all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like to move it, move it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111692492557997949</id><published>2005-05-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:55:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i must have been blind.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dumb, i cant believe i actually believed you. i'm hurt, confused and ashamed. i'll never trust again, thanks to you, i'm paranoid about every new person i meet. i might be smiling, but i'm not happy. i'm worried about all this irrelevant stuff that i should not be even thinkin about at this point of time. because of you i find it difficult to concentrate on every single thing i do. i abhor you. whats so great about you any way? god knows why i was so interested in you. i must have been blind too. i'm fuckin affected by every thing. THANK YOU. thanks a whole lot jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna trust easy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i abhor you. no words can describe how i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111692492557997949?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111692492557997949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111692492557997949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111692492557997949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111692492557997949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-must-have-been-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111684743409718177</id><published>2005-05-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:32:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never been in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause a girl like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never had someone to care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never thought there could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone special for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now I'm all in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause a girl like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waited patiently for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone to care for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more lonely, no more just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been there before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ain't goin no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now that you're here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Never wanna say goodbye love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never wanna be without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more cryin, no denyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now that you're here I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never wanna say goodbye love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now it's time for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To find out what the first time love could mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little scared but its cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause it's worth it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I finally fell in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I know that it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gots to be for real (So real) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the way that I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So come share my world with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there will never be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm standin here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arms open wide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ready to give my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love's gonna last for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby I know things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there might be some rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the clouds are gonna clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the sun is gonna shine again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shine light on our love baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So let's make it last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111684743409718177?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111684743409718177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111684743409718177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111684743409718177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111684743409718177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/never-been-in-love-cause-girl-like.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111677664495174906</id><published>2005-05-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:44:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; i want mah kitty cat. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, had so much fun sneakin out yesterday with jamie and diyana baby. it was just like us girls having the time of our lives, just walkin aimless-ly, (*walks pass house, COUGHS LOUDLY). but we did kinda of like freak ourselves out though. lol, okay, not kinda, but we totally freaked ourselves out. lol. bus-stops and bats are scary shiit, but FUN. around 3++am, we decided that, we need to pee and you know, there wasnt any decent toilet around so we cabbed down to diyana's house. we were just relaxin and talkin, tryin to keep each other awake, diyana's house is like friggin relaxin balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite, gonna like sneak out later again. so i'm gonna like go try to get mah bro to go to bed. muahha. lotsa love readers. *mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm having the time of my life, but something is still missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111677664495174906?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111677664495174906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111677664495174906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111677664495174906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111677664495174906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-mah-kitty-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111659298531555392</id><published>2005-05-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:43:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Senorita, i feel for you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a happy happy day. woooohooo. jamie`darling, i'm sooo happy for you. no words can describe how happy i am. i totally know how much you have been craving for that thing. now that you got it*, i'm hella happy boy.*mwah!*=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow, hung out with jamie and diyana`babes just now and had helluva time. =)) jamie jamie jamie...ahaks.i'm gonna sneak out tonight goodnight readers, its early to bed fer me.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111659298531555392?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111659298531555392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111659298531555392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111659298531555392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111659298531555392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/senorita-i-feel-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111648914248420827</id><published>2005-05-19T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:52:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;all that drama.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what the hell does "kuai zhi ren kou" means? totally dont get any of this stuff i'm studyin now. YES, BINGO. i'm studyin fer mah O level chaaanese which falls on the 30th may 2005.ohhhh maaannn...its gonna be hella difficult. - for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school today, i'm sick, yes i am really sick. -shan't elaborate. any how, heard from qi zhi that the class t-shirt is all screwed up. oh well, at least we got our t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have anything in mind to blog about, so i guess i'm gonna like stop here now mah 128 chaaanese idioms are waiting to be memorised, *phew, i wonder how i'm gonna do it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you ever felt like you are losin every thing you once had?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;motivation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111648914248420827?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111648914248420827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111648914248420827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111648914248420827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111648914248420827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-that-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111630423952517985</id><published>2005-05-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:48:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, oh mi god, FINALLY the fucked up days of mid-year examination period are OVER. and i'm feelin fan-fuckin-tatic balls. okay, maybe not that, great cause fuckin o levels chinese examination is two friggin week away. BUT STILL, its a good thing for ALL that the mid-years are over. i'm pretty darn sure that you wont find any one complaining about the closing of mid years. ahh... the bliss of not havin to study. totally lovin it.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like on deen's bed relaxing now, its true, her house is the most comfortable place ever. her room is nice lah. i mean its like just nice in a mismatch but yet, prettily mismatch kinda of way, oh well, you guys most probably wont understand me, but still, i dun give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, i've been thinkin alot bout mah future lately, like what i really want in life and stuff like that. and i just figured out that i shouldnt worry mah self over all this matter at this point of life. but still, i often find my self, unintentionally thinkin about all this "what i should i do if i dun succeed in the future" thing. -shrugs. lifes a bitch after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. mr wee looked hella hot this mornin. he was wearin like this baggie white long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves folded till some where below he's elbow and this beige pants. fuck, he was just fuckin lookin so fine balls. -okay, i know i'm kinda sick to talk about mah form teacher in this kind of way, but, he is just sooo fuckin fine, what do u expect me to do? i'm only human you know.=)) and also, mrs ang told me i did well for mah test, i dont know if its for english or literature. well, i sure hope i did well for both. tra la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehows, diyan's bed is too comfy, i'm gonna like take a nap now. lotsa love readers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111630423952517985?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111630423952517985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111630423952517985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111630423952517985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111630423952517985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-oh-mi-god-finally-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111625071684574285</id><published>2005-05-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:38:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems to me like no one is actually readin mah blog any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun give a fuckin damn. you guys (that are actually reading), might think that i'm just consoling myself cause my pathetic blog has a fuckin pathetic number of readers, and i'm tryin to act as if i dont care but i actually do. well, you guys are so wrong. ( but for those that think i really dun care, YA i really dun give a hoot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean a blog is just like a personal diary right? i mean, except for a diary, you go "dear diary" then you WRITE out your rants. i mean isn't a blog like totally the same thing? and when u have a personal diary, you wont want your fuckin idiotic brother to see it or just any one to see it right? so i kinda think its like the same thing with mah blog, it makes no difference if like 4000 ppl are visitin it perday or 4 ppl are visitin it perday. so like, ya. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, doubt you guys understand me, but still, i had to get it out of me. anyhow, the day was fun. school ended like around 9ish am today. diyana and me were craving fer prata, we we cabbed down to SIMPANG fer praaata. had ze double cheeze prrraaataa... this time , its yummilicious. i think its the curry, really. or its just that i was hungry. *pfft. diyana and me like totally sat there fer more then three hours, just talkin and waitin fer jamie to come, major bondin thing was goin on and deen, *winks. AHEM. okay..."fast forward": jamie came down, then victor came, then darryl came. totally stoned and THEN, we decided to head down to deen's crib. had pizza and watched "Love you till death" it was a friggin good moovie boy. "she is willing to go to prrrison for me", totally loooove that italian accent. yummy! heh. any how, victor and company called after the moovie wanted to meet and stuff, so we went down to darryl's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was friggin tired by then, i hardly had the hyper thing goin on in me. sufferin from sore throat. i'm not use to the way they never seem to stop smokin, and the second hand smoke irritates mah throat. but OH WELL, its DARRYL's house and computer. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fuckin tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is gonna be the last day of the mid-year period! and the thought of that is fan-fuckin-tastic. wooohooo...i'm gonna parrtayy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to think about,&lt;br /&gt;just to occupy mah time.&lt;br /&gt;just so that i can have some one to whine about.&lt;br /&gt;some one to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;some one to get excited with the girls about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i feel fuckin left out. just fuckin lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111625071684574285?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111625071684574285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111625071684574285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111625071684574285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111625071684574285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-seems-to-me-like-no-one-is-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111598659450505275</id><published>2005-05-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:20:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a bloody patch of blue-black underneath mah kneecap. why? i slipped while tryin to get onto bed yesterday. you see,what happens every night is i will off the lights and make my way to my bed as fast as i can cause i'm like kinda scared of darkness, OKAY, i'm bloody scared of the dark OKAY? happy now?! oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, i was goin through the "i-must-be-under-my-comforter-ASAP-or-something-will-grab-my-neck" routine yesterday and just as i was ONE step away from the edge of mah bed, i stepped onto mah green tote and slip and (BANG!*) i totally kneeled down on the sharp corner of mah bed. (OUCH!*) pain. pain pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111598659450505275?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111598659450505275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111598659450505275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111598659450505275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111598659450505275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-bloody-patch-of-blue-black.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111590475810419855</id><published>2005-05-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:32:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'll fall in love with you all over again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you make me smile.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, had mah dose of starbucks today. cramel frapichino ( is that how you spell it?) with extra cramel. mmmmm.... that tastebud-sastifyin, goosbump-formin, eyebrow-raising sweetness. ahaks. i know i dont make sense, but still, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, can some one tell me the exact meaning of oxy-moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a vegan who likes beef"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oxy-moronic? -shrugs. some one define oxy moron please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie, heres &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; 's defination of psychedelic (since i can't find the right words to define psychedelic today in starbucks);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the vivid colors and bizarre patterns associated with psychedelic states; "a psychedelic painting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your smile will brighten up my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are you any way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111590475810419855?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111590475810419855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111590475810419855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111590475810419855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111590475810419855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-fall-in-love-with-you-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111582469914923089</id><published>2005-05-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:27:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i feel like killing myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way through mid-year examination period. almost there, yay-ness.had a major craving fer starbucks today. Caramel Frup....yummilicious` boy. i wanted to walk out to starbucks, but i think some one up there hates me cause DID ANY ONE SEE HOW HOT THE WEATHER WAS? (FYI ; mah house is very near to starbucks.) hence, i gave up on the idea of quenchin mah thirst with starbucks. instead, how did i curb mah cravings? i ate an orange and a few sour plums. lol, totally has nothing to do with cramel, or starbucks, but still, at least something, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have a confession to make. you know how all this people talk about reincarnation?rebirth of the soul in another body? anyway, i have to say that a few months back, i was VERY i mean like seriously VERY curious to be another person and just start everything anew, so i often have the thought of dyin. weird. i kinda freak mahself out now, to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you must ace in english in order to ace in literature?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a certain extend, yea. i mean, naturally, with a good command of vocabulary, one will be able to write more fluet and more convincing stuff. BUT, with good english, does not mean that you can ace in literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, literature is not essay writing, in literature, u'll have to firstly, understand the poem, prose or story enough to read between the lines. one must be able to analyse what the author is tryin to create, what is the message that the author is tryin to convey. then, from there, one must be able to understand what the question is askin for, and from there, quote and elaborate on the prose, poem or story. elaboratin on stuff like which genre does the text falls into; issit a satire, a tragic or issit satire potrayed through comedy? and also, what kind of techniques does the author use to build p the tension; setting, ligting, metaphor,imagery,cynism,alliteration, personification and so on.- all this the student must know. and if a student know nuts about all this different techniques, then what is the use of all that countless flowery vocab? - in this case, all the flowery vocabs prove to have no use of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature is not about just readin a story and just RE-WRITING it during exams fer the examiner. the examiner ALREADY knows the story, what he needs is for you to explian and elaborate the story. he or she needs to know that you REALLY understand the story, what they need is "uotes &amp; elaboration" quoting from the text, then proceedin to elaborate your point of view AND the author's point of view. do it in simple english. WHO THE HELL CARES? as long as you can prove your pint, you deserve the effin mark. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**notice; i don't posess a good commanf of engrish too. so what? me still gonna make big in lifeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes, i know its possess. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111582469914923089?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111582469914923089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111582469914923089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111582469914923089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111582469914923089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-killing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111545633230696064</id><published>2005-05-07T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:01:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; terrible now, i'm sick. &lt;em&gt;yay-ness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomited a gazillion times. and i think i've cleared mah intestine rather well. don't take too much fruits, thinkin that they will do you good next time, not only next time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT EVER EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mistake, i mean, &lt;em&gt;mishap&lt;/em&gt;.i'm in need of food, but i'll just end up throwin up all the stuff i ate, so i'm not feedin mahself. &lt;em&gt;argh, mah mouth still taste of vomit&lt;/em&gt; , even though i've been brushin mah tongue non-stop, i think mah taste buds are numb now, but if mah taste buds are numb. that means i wont be able to taste mah puke right? but i still do, so i guess they're not numb after all. well, i wish they were numb, puke taste awwwful. -argh, sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-kay. i don't understand what i just blogg, but i'm not gonna strike em off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bad news, mah rents' are back from overseas. &lt;em&gt;HELLO, shithole life. GOODBYE, peaceful living.&lt;/em&gt; =)). oh, i'm sooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;delighted&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strikes&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111545633230696064?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111545633230696064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111545633230696064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111545633230696064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111545633230696064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-feeling-so-terrible-now-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111543003852191491</id><published>2005-05-07T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:40:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what will you call a person that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakes up in the middle of the night and vomit.&lt;br /&gt;twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vomitted once mor in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111543003852191491?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111543003852191491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111543003852191491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111543003852191491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111543003852191491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-will-you-call-person-that.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111537730493764321</id><published>2005-05-06T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:01:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i wanna watch house of wax badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it how all the good movies are all released during the examination period. but like edward said, its holidays fer the poly students, must be diverse. i'll never understand he's logic, but still, i wanna be nocturnal like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holidays, holidays, i love you,holidays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just when are you gonna arrive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you seem soooo far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn, i need you so badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;the last line sounds a little erotic. but still.-&lt;br /&gt;deal with it.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111537730493764321?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111537730493764321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111537730493764321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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H2 is seriously seriously gettin on mah fuckin nerves. shes like a royal pain in the ass. neways, her royal humpness was bein a total pest today, hence, i didnt hold back from being a royal bitch. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into typing discreetly, i reckon alot of you people out there knows who is always associated with HUMP or should i say LOHAN, hence i hope "her royal HUMPness"rings a bell, i dun hate her enough to diss her publicly so i'm not gonna state her name. but i reckon i will, just sooner or later. go figure wat H2 aka HH means. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not okay for now, but i will be. thanks to all the people who had asked me if i'm okay. i'm not sharing cause these stuff are deemed personal to me, its like mah "inner most" thing. and i wont want mah burden to become every ones burden, that is if every one cares enough to treat it as a burden. but still,lotsa love to all of you.=)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so sad how every ones askin except you. shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111510292745259661?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111510292745259661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111510292745259661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111510292745259661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111510292745259661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/didnt-learn-anything-from-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111503835464559483</id><published>2005-05-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:52:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna shagg will smith.=))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111503835464559483?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111503835464559483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111503835464559483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111503835464559483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111503835464559483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wanna-shagg-will-smith.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111502459059108158</id><published>2005-05-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:03:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy. so much fer all the sad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to changi airport with da aunties,granny and cousins today to celebrate mah aunt's birthday. I SWEAR I HATE MAH COUSINS. they are irritatin people. jsut irritating the shit outta me. i mean..i ADORE KIDS but this two from mah family? please. take em as far from me as possible. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehows, LOTSA EYE CANDIES were at changi airport, most of em' workin at coffee bean of terminal 1. WOAH. hotness. ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black guys are just sooo hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111502459059108158?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111502459059108158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111502459059108158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111502459059108158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111502459059108158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/05/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111494230774230227</id><published>2005-05-01T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:11:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when i  get hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tears will heal the wound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now that i'm numb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wound will always be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111491436386413122</id><published>2005-05-01T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:26:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna wish upon a star tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna wish that i die a sweet peacful death tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111491436386413122?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111487397435203698</id><published>2005-04-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:19:23.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddykins, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy dearest, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you two will never know what the both of you are puttin me through. why should i be the one thats suffering from this torment? its not fair, its NOT my fault. i shouldn't be involved, i shouldn't be the last to know. how do i "live with it" when both of you barely tell me anything?! no one is in the wrong except the both of you. both of you ought to be ashame of yourselves, call yourself adults? stop contradicting, both of you are at fault, both of you are to be blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna break away,&lt;br /&gt;from this feeble hope in me that i'm depending on.&lt;br /&gt;this insignificant hope in me.&lt;br /&gt;its working out no more.&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep holdin on to this feeble hope,&lt;br /&gt;and just make believe that all will be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111487397435203698?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111487397435203698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111487397435203698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blogg fer so long. but still, now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-year exams are just around the corner, and i'm still not studyin. i'm gonna fail soooo badly. i hate how i know that i'm gonna fail, but i'm still not studyin. i need some MOTIVATION. i'm missin sec three life soooo much now, all i day dream about is all the fun jamie, gilselle and me had, bugis, parway, orchard, the beach and gilselle's house. -gil! remember that tuition teacher! wahahaks! i'm missin those time damn alot alot. haks. " damn alot alot."-i like.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missin every thing, every single thing that came before mah sec four life, sec four life to me is a drag, i know i'm crappin, but still.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like screamin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to,but no one hears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm lost, abandoned, wasted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna turn back time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i forgot when was the last time i had real fun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i didnt have to worry bout anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but, i guess this is just the way it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;responsibility and worries comes with age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna start all over again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish, i dream, i hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111486218613908694?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111486218613908694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111486218613908694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111486218613908694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111486218613908694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-fer-sudden-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111452407158699029</id><published>2005-04-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:01:11.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;gil`-    babe! i miss you like sooOOoOoOoOoOoOoO(multiply a million,billion,gazillion times) much okay. you are not alone! cuttin your queue? heh. u didnt mind right?i mean, i only cut queues of people that i love okay? so better count yourself lucky. lol. i'm kiddin babe, i'm dead serious bout the lovin you part though. heh. MPH's pacific cafe = lotsa eye candies and good fun. i seriously serious miss those times where we use to just slack and act silly!=P we HAVE TO MEET UP AND GET OUR ASSES DOWN THERE AFTER MID-YEAR. for now we need to mugg, PLEASE remember not to skipp classes any more babe.=))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;tara   shiit, you should have just dissed me when i did that, now i feel damn damn bad. =((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was mundane today, she-who-shall-not-be-named is seriously gettin on my nerves. i know i'm being mean for sayin that, but i was just totally being a bitch to her today cause she was pissin me off durin recess. slept through physics today and felt uber bad. i mean, i make it a point not to sleep in class, however shagged i am. usually you wont find me sleepin, just in a world of my own, day dreamin. but today i was uber uber tired, like seriously tired. dead serious. so i slept through physics. even the bell didnt manage wake me up.-yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111452407158699029?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111452407158699029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111452407158699029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111452407158699029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111452407158699029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/gil-babe-i-miss-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111443474251231011</id><published>2005-04-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:12:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm THIS bored,&lt;br /&gt;THIS hungry &amp;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splittin headache,rumblin stomache and mild fever. They'll never make a good combo. OH WELLS, hopefully i'll wake up sick tomorrow, like THIS (multiply a gazillion times) SICK. please, let me miss SCHOOL. i don't wanna go to school. i'm sick of studyin, i'm sick of all this O levels shit, i'm sick of all the stress, i'm sick of EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i'm very(multiply a gazillion times) tired.&lt;br /&gt;i need a holiday. a long LOOONNNGG break.&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111443474251231011?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111443474251231011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111443474251231011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of monday blues, couldn't wake up in the morning. and i snapped at every one. shiit, TARA! i'm sooooo sorrie for goin "WHAT?" at u this morning, i know monday blues doesnt give me the right to do that but still, SORRIE BABY! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know i love u right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heh.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired, i'm gonna go snooze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111441689455776637?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111441689455776637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111441689455776637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie's room is freezing cold. mah fingers are all numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-kay, that was kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, had dinner at Simpang bedok yesterday. ** DO NOT trust jamie if she tells u that the DOUBLE CHEESE PRATA over there is DELICIOUS, cause it is NOT. it taste like dough. =)) any how, i was suddenly in the "walkin-mood" so jamie and me kinda walked from the prata shopp to Tanah Merah MRT station. had fun durin da walk, crapped a lot. ahaks. cabbed back to jamie's crib and had fun at the pool. i dont know what got into me, i just got so hyper, i threw the plastic chair inside the water.it was good fun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this entry is crap cause i'm too cold to think right. shall blogg later when i reach home. ahhhh... home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='html'>bamboozled; to take in by elaborate methods of deceit; hoodwink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely, i'm so lonely, i have no body, to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin very random today. i miss yesterday.argh, if only it wasn't the O level year, i'll go out like EVERY DAY and have fun.Any how, woke up at around 10am today cause jamie's father wanted breakfast. i'm like so full now.- bluek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of eye candies were in town yesterday,-drools. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111422681729066220?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111422681729066220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;towning is fun shiit.=))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town today with alfred, vaish, darwina, vaish, darren, jeremiah and ivan. it was LOTSA fun.=)) suppose to meet alfred and all at the bedok mrt station at 5 but as usual, i'm fashionably late.heh. for like 45 minutes, so cabbed down to eunos to meet them instead. watched "Creep", okay, i didnt really watched it, half of the time i was hidin my face underneath the Ivan-Designed-Jacket and on Darren's chest. =P. it was kinda creepy and hella digusting, i understand why its NC-16 now. after the movie, had a glamour shot session outside PS. haha. lotsa fun. will upload the piccas soon after i receive em from jeremiah.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned at KOPITIAM later and Ivan was comin up with all this fantastic designs on the spot. its so irritatin how some ppl can draw so well even with mechanical pencil.=)) cabbed to home later with daryl and darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so tired now, so i'm gonna like go snuggle up with jamie.-yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111419528630989952?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111419528630989952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111419528630989952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111419528630989952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111419528630989952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/towning-is-fun-shiit.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111390801028727385</id><published>2005-04-19T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:53:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;lalalalala.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a "shoppin" spree to day. ahaks. totally in love with the stuff i got. but its a pity how i didnt manage to get that pink puma pouch.-sulks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sparkly and all girly puma pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;- 2 new lipgloss. courtesy of missha  ;   lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;- pencil eyeliner. courtesy of missha.&lt;br /&gt;- two charm braclets.courtesy of SEIYU&lt;br /&gt;- pink, prettiful wallet.ditto the above one.&lt;br /&gt;- red nail polish. courtesy of missha.   ; oOo. talk about the fetish.&lt;br /&gt;- orange nail polish.ZA. courtesy of SEIYU.&lt;br /&gt;- purple nail polish. ZA. ditto the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTESY.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhh. blissful retail therapy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;any how, mrs ang was bein a bitch again today. she just wont stop buggin me. fuckin old hag who likes to bear grudges.PUI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111390801028727385?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111390801028727385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111390801028727385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111390801028727385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111390801028727385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/lalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111382184708558000</id><published>2005-04-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:57:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not feeling right. and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckessy. i need sleep. mah right eye is itchin like crazy. is your eye suppose to itch when you dont have enough sleep?-shrugs. schools all fucked up now adays and it seems like the teachers still needs to rub it in. they go like "O"levels this  and "Olevels that. like for christ sake, we KNOW that we are gonna have our O levels and we are ALL feelin fuckin stressed up about it. DO YOU GUYS still have to rubb it in by remindin us ALL the time. NO. just leave us alone bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to mugg. had history class test today, i like the way how my notes are right on the table and i'm copyin like no one else's business and Mr wee still doesnt see me.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111382184708558000?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111382184708558000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111382184708558000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111382184708558000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111382184708558000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-feeling-right.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111381776452163636</id><published>2005-04-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:49:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came up with two new words today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prettiful   ;   very pretty and very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freettiful   ;  fuckin pretty and fuckin beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaks.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom makes me think weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111381776452163636?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111381776452163636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111381776452163636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111381776452163636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111381776452163636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/came-up-with-two-new-words-today.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111371958743881556</id><published>2005-04-17T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:34:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>danceworks was fuck high. jamie and i just totally went crazy. we were standin on the chairs screamin and stuff. it just totally rawked. but jamie had to go off earlier, leavin me there alone. -mumbles angrily underneath my breath*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i was so high, i was still screamin and shouting, just gettin high alone. espeacially when the primary category winners came out. OooOoOoOo... they are soOoOooOooOOooOOooo adorable! i want one! -gushes*. heh.=)) even, i was surprised how i could get so high alone.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone at home now, tryin to get two chapter of history into mah head, cause there will be a history class test tomorrow. shiit. fuck hitler, fer comin up with so much shit hole stuff. now we have to study about him. i'm just glad he's dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111371958743881556?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111371958743881556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111371958743881556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111371958743881556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111371958743881556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/danceworks-was-fuck-high.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111363806173128040</id><published>2005-04-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:54:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'm like dead tired now. but still, i dun feel like sleepin. in case you guys are wondering why i'm like tired, for the sake of mah lovely lovely readers, i shall elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3++ am  - Received sms from jamie " call me once u wake up."&lt;br /&gt;that sms wake me up good, alright. mah phone was on mah bed and when it started vibratin, it made a hell lot of noise and i woke up, replied the msg and couldnt go back to sleep again. instead, started smsin jamie and i got all hyper. shiit, i hate it when i get too hyper. so she said she was at some guy's house, whats the name? erm. i think its isaac. so ya, didnt wanted to go at first, but after SOME persuasion by jamie and edward, got mah lazy ass up and got ready. i had jamie come down with a cab to fetch me cause i was too scared to walk out and get a cab alone. and both of us are such cowards, when the cab was goin pass the cemetry, we bent down and started gigglin, god knows why we did that. *heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got there, and the house was like darrk, the first thing i did was find a spot to snuggle up and sleep. fuck, i didnt know that i was so tired until i reached there. i was tryin to sleep on the sofa and edward was all tryin to irritate me. shiit, i needed to sleep soooo badly then okay. but, the next thing i know was i woke up and, edward was gone from where he was. that isaac guy was sleepin on some thing, i dunno what that was, and jamie was on the floor asleep. tried to go back to sleep but it was too uncomfortable. so around 9, woke jamie up and we cabbed back to her house and slept from then to 2++pm. but i'm still like so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiit, dance works later, another late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if y'all dun understand what i'm bloggin about today, its perfectly alright, cause i dunno what i'm bloggin about too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111363806173128040?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111363806173128040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111363806173128040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111363806173128040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111363806173128040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay-im-like-dead-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111357119300025331</id><published>2005-04-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:26:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just returned from speech day. all was good. Mr Yuan went "wah, literature, not easy. keep up the good work" heh. that kinda made mah day. =)) any way, SYF was a C.O.P. aka certificate of participation. most of us were sad, but some just said it was expected. for me, i was REAL sad. i mean, all this while i thought that you know, PLEASE at least a BRONZE, however, i had to admit that deep down i had some feelin that this was comin. some of us, includin me just broke down, and i could totally understand why. 6 moths plus of trainin, sweat, scoldings, muscle aches for just that 7 minutes on stage. all went down the drain just like that. and the all judges could comment was " The dance was difficult, good, but the dancers could not dance well". that was what really hit me hard. 6 months and not dance well, issit our fault? or was it just all fucked up cause we didnt trained hard enough? i hate the feelin inside me now, i just feel like everything is just a joke. its just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us thought we deserved it cause we didnt train hard enough. i understand that too, but still. that pain is there. that disappointed feelin. it just dun feel good at all. i just started tearin when i heard the news, but when serene came over and hugged me, i just broke down, cause its like we ALL feel the disappointment, the sadness, the pain. go on and say i'm dramtic, but you guys will never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111357119300025331?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111357119300025331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111357119300025331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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much things to worrie about,&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can you guys do something like this? where is the "often-mentioned" sense of responsiblitly and tha ability to think maturely as an adult?havent u think of US? we were part of your weddin vows? now u are gonna break it, whats gonna happen to us? i hate the both of u! i hate the way how you guys are so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need that crimson colour again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111353902991871282?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111352363909114747</id><published>2005-04-15T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:07:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only,&lt;br /&gt;my only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walkin to school just now with jamie and we decided that we should not go to school since there will be like no classes at all. ahaks. just slackin and stonin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooorred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i seek solace in that crimson colour that runs through my veins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111352363909114747?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111352363909114747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111352363909114747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111352363909114747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111352363909114747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-go-scream-my-lungs-out-and-try.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111345766301853667</id><published>2005-04-14T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:48:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maybe if you cut deeper, there'll be more blood.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahhh... the peaceful sight of that crimson colour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111345766301853667?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111339400339698499</id><published>2005-04-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:06:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll take you to the candy sop&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you lick the lollypop&lt;br /&gt;go 'head girl dont u stop.&lt;br /&gt;keep goin till u hit the spot.(woah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you to the candy shop&lt;br /&gt;boy one taste of what i got&lt;br /&gt;i'll have you spending all you got&lt;br /&gt;keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy shop is sooooo sexay please.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, today was D-day as mdm anisah puts it. hah. the costume was HILARIOUS all of us looked like teletubby wahahaks. any how, the dance was all good, with just like a few minor setbacks here and there. so ya. i HOPE that we can at least get silver. then we can at least request fer shah to stay instead of havin the school substitude him with some chinese women. blueks. i'm quittin if shah is fired. period. well, mah fingers are crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fara hanah wahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suddenly thought of tasha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;re-JOYCE. re-JOYCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;later asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111339400339698499?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111339400339698499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111323312037255336</id><published>2005-04-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:25:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything feels fucked up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every thing felt fucked up today. i was gettin pissed about every thing. i'm sorry guys, i dont even know what got into me today, every thing was just gettin on my nerve. i reckon the only good thing that happened to me today was that there was contact time fer the teachers and we manage to skipp english. pfft. thank god i didnt see that old hag today, totally dont now what is wrong with her, shes just pickin on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any how, i was down with fever and bad case of sore throat yesterday. 37.9 degrees and a BAD BAD case of sore throat. but i hate how the fever went away the next day leavin me with only mild sore throat. had no choice but went to school. school was like i said all fucked up. cause Mr Chua was bein a bitch again, reckon its the time of the month.=P had dance and speech day rehersals today. the rehersal was just gay, i dont understand what is so difficult about sayin " good evening sir, thank you" and bowin that they have to have rehersals over and over again. dance was tirin cause my leg cramps are back, gonna take the pill later and sleep, hopefully i can wake up tomorrow cause that pill causes drowsiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to park way after dance, i was all shagged with a bad throat. went to mac and saw Edward there. pfft. it was all good until he started smokin. -shrugs. i mean i got nothing agaisnt it but i guess i'm just not use to it.any how, now my throat hurts even more. i hope it wont hurt too much to talk. shit, i hate it when that happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111323312037255336?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111323312037255336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111323312037255336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate the feelin you get when you think u got over someone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you dont think about him any more, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you tell every one how big a jerk he can be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when u see him again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u just fall for him all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111309281241313588?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111305275809946355</id><published>2005-04-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:19:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to say that i accidentally broke mah coral and nearly cut mahself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, i'm sad that mah coral broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made a hole in the parquet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111305275809946355?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111305275809946355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in mah can't be bothered to do any thing mood again.&lt;br /&gt;pfft. boredom kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Thai cusine fer dinner with the folks. the food was kinda eww though, wasnt eatin  much, just playin with mah food. dad was bein silly again. hah, he is sooo cute. some times i just dunno wat i'll do without him, but sometimes i wished i wasnt his daughter. lotsa love daddykins. slept with mah hair wet yesterday and woke up with a splittin headache. -ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin all weird now, sad, lazy, bored and so on. but not hyper. -grumbles. i need chococlates to lift the mooood' . heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;   any way, screw the previous entry, its all screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111305228621666861?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111302334415902981</id><published>2005-04-09T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:09:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Just Wanna Live&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need an alarm system in my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I know when people are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creeping about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These people areFreaking me out (these days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s getting hectic everywhere that I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They won’t leave me alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s things they all wanna know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm paranoid of all the people I meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are they talking to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why can’t anyone see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just wanna live [x6]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rock a Lawsuit when I’m going to court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A white suit when I’m gettin’ divorced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A black suit at the funeral home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my birthday suit when I’m home alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talkin’ on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got an interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the rolling stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They’re saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Now you’re rich and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you’re famous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fake ass girls all know your name and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your first hit aren’t you ashamed?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the life [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the life we’re livin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Stop your messin’ around boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better think of your future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better make some good plans boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said everyone of my teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lookout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You better play it safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never know what hard times will come your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where we’re coming from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ve already seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worst that this life can bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we expect it everywhere that we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the things that they say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah we already know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanna live [x3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanna live [x3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna liveJust wanna live [x3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanna live [x3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111302334415902981?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111302334415902981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111302334415902981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111302334415902981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111302334415902981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-just-wanna-live-i-need-alarm-system.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111287795971216799</id><published>2005-04-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T20:45:59.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mrs gayfart ang is the biggest bitch ever. okay wait, that might be an understatement cause heres what she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was givin out our comprehension paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayfart: Benjamin, C5, not bad, diyana, C5 not bad. Joyce, C6, u think u very smart right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck u bitch, i hope u'll start balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are the one thats holdin grudge here, not me, i got over it. so why dont do us ALL a favour and get over urself? Even Tasha the girl whom u always praise hates u for wat u did. - go figure&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, went to jamie's house and chatted with Sajan online. was webcamin. ARGH. i miss hat guy so much. it was like 1:30am in canada and he is still up "studyin" haha. his little dragon. LMAO. cuteness. but i think he's boday is HOTNESS. heh. miss the two thumbs. lotsa love balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie is so funny. ahaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111287795971216799?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111287795971216799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111287795971216799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111287795971216799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111287795971216799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/mrs-gayfart-ang-is-biggest-bitch-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111262757396061954</id><published>2005-04-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:13:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Re-joyce, re-joyce.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the song that tasha made up for me. come to me if u want to know how it is sang.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had lotsa fun after school today, jamie came over to mah house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i came out of the toilet. after peeing.(u may find it weird, but read on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie, lyin on mah bed readin Seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you should smell my sheets, they smell nice.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: huh? okay.- starts to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: where you goin? - smells mah BEDSHEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: HAHAH! i thought u ask me to smell your SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we both started crackin up. the funniest part is she actually got up! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, dance was good, cause the lion dance ppl were not there to distract us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it how you vent your anger on me. i know u've problems, but u dun effin vent your anger on me when i'm tryin to help. I was just tryin to be nice so i asked u why he was so moody and stuff, u think i will give a hoot if u are sulkin or not if i dun care and if i dun treat u as a friend? but instead, what do i get back in return? stares that says " dun-bother-me " and tones thats says " bugg off " hello?! i'm tryin to help here, so stop makin me feel as if i'm buggin u, if i wanted to bugg u, i would have irritate u with all mah lame-o jokes.but i hope u realised that today, i didnt even laughed or smile goofily at u, infact the first thing i did was "why are u so like moody today?" and your answer? "TIRED lah." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From now on, u can go sulk for all i care. i won't give a damn any more, its non of mah business anyway. if being a good and caring friend means angry stares and cold tones, i will not try to be a good friend anymore, you dont deserve it and i wont need to waste my time, tryin to figure out and worryin wats on your mind any more. maybe u think that i'm just carin too much, but just to let u know, i;m that kind of person that treasures my friend ALOT. a HELL lot. i'll feel sad if mah friend feels sad cause i dun like seein ppl around me being sad. if u dun believe me, u can ask gilselle, there was once she cried, and i didnt even know what she was cryin about, i just saw her and started tearin too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats how much i feel for my friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm really hurt by his behaviour towards me. i'm carin for u and all i get is this? i will never ever ever ask anything again. i'll just treat u as one of those ppl that i dun give a damn about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111262757396061954?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111262757396061954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111262757396061954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111262757396061954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111262757396061954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/re-joyce-re-joyce.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111253705447782004</id><published>2005-04-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:11:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. picture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papers, papers. papers. rangin from physics notes, maths paper, chemistry notes(evidence that i studied fer common test, and also evidence that i havent been cleaning up since commontest week.) to just plain A4 paper. earrings, necklace, eff bands, hair clips all tangled together. sweet wrappers, used tissues( to correct makeup, just in case you all think that i'm sooo lazy that i leave tissues covered in snorts all around.), cotton wool covered in nail polish, 3 tubes of lipgloss and 1 lipbalm, compact, news papers and all things imaginable strewn on just one table, or some may call it the dressin table. but to me, its the hole that a HI-5 set was suppose to be in. and to ppl that have been to my house. its jsut the big hole between mah cupboardsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty laundry all over the fur carpet(the carpet literally cant be seen, so u can imagine how dust filled and howmany dust mites there were when i saved it from drownin.) on top of the dirty laundry mah billabong school bag, my make up pouch(aka bitch bag to those who have seen it.) and mah black jacket. for the finishin touch, just on the top of the hill, a few, okay, a whole bunch of tangled up hangers. bedside tables, protected by one inch thick of dust, (helpin to absorb some of mah mom's voice when she nags fer me to clean up mah room). all mah photo frames, happily nursing a 1001 different towns of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe its doesnt sound really BAD, but trust me in real life, its three times worst then what i've describe. finally, on the 2 april 2005, i cleaned up mah room, changed the sheets, cleared the laundry, hanged up all the clothes supposed to be hanged up, destroyed around like 1001 DUST towns. cleared all the evidence of studyin. put all mah earrings and stuff back to where they suppose to be, washed the tub, toilet bowl(YES i did it mahself!), the basin and basically i mopped the toilet and the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, mah room smells like clean sheet and marks and spencer "pheony" room perfume. -ahhhh.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111253705447782004?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111253705447782004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111253705447782004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111253705447782004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111253705447782004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111250684328284534</id><published>2005-04-03T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:42:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched channel news asia yesterday, almost ALL the news were about the very sick pope. any how, there was this short one about this minister in Taiwan goin to china to somehow establish a Peace treaty, which is ofcourse a good thing cause no one wants war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, those fuckin stupid, crazy, idiotic, dumb (or what ever u call them) taiwan people wasn't even thankful about it. like literally, a whole bunch of em' showed up at the Taiwan airport the other day when the minister returned from china and bombared him with names like "TRAITOR". and also, it seems that they are so free that they actually took the time to make banners, masks, and a whole other bunch of rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! ASSES. he is fuckin doin all of you a favor? i mean, as a minister ofcourse he would want his people to live in peace, and harmony, not only among them selves but ofcourse also with other countries like China. i mean dont they know that china is READY to start a war and obviously if china ever starts a war, taiwan will be like so dead. and instead of thankin him ( i mean y'all ought to go down on your knees and worship him) y'all call him a traitor? like, do u guys even undergo the 6 basic years of primary school education? what he is doin is for taiwan's welfare, seriously, this ppl are retarded. i mean have u guys seen the parliment meet of taiwan? its like almost every single time, they end up fightin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*shrugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111250684328284534?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111250684328284534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111250684328284534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111250684328284534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111250684328284534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/watched-channel-news-asia-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111250405500793284</id><published>2005-04-03T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:59:01.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world morns a well-loved pope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears, tolling bells, high praise mark deat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;h of Pope John Paul II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VATICAN CITY - Tears and accolades poured forth from the faithful in St. Peter's Square, the inhabitants of the world's seats of power and admirers of every stripe in between for Pope John Paul II, who died Saturday after a long public struggle against debilitating public illness.&lt;br /&gt;"Our beloved Holy Father John Paul has returned to the house of the Father," said Archbishop Leonardo Sandri, announcing the death of the 84-year-old pontiff to a huge crowd that had gathered under the pontiff's windows to pray for a miraculous recovery that never came.&lt;br /&gt;The statement was met with a long applause, an Italian sign of respect. Bells tolled and many people wept openly. Others sang the "Ave Maria" and other hymns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Vatican said the pope, who reigned over the world's 1.1 billion Catholics for more than 26 years, died in his apartments at 9:37 p.m local time (2:37 EST), surrounded by his closest aides. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithful stream to Vatican as the news spread through Rome, thousands of faithful streamed to the Vatican to join those already there, paying respects to a man who helped undermine Communism in Europe while upholding traditional Church orthodoxy.&lt;br /&gt;The slow mourning toll of one of the great bells of St. Peter's Basilica made the only sound to cut the stunning, tearful silence in the Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We all feel like orphans tonight but our faith teaches us that those who believe in the Lord live in him," Archbishop Renato Boccardo told a crowd estimated at 60,000 gathered in St Peter's Square.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It said the pope's body would will lie in state for public viewing in St Peter's Basilica beginning Monday afternoon at the earliest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from, MSNBC News.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111250405500793284?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111250405500793284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111250405500793284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111250405500793284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111250405500793284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/world-morns-well-loved-pope.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111235154964117170</id><published>2005-04-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:33:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can swear like effing 1001 times that farid or however u spell his name is SO hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**phew.&lt;br /&gt;hotness balls.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, jamie lent me her samsung. LOTSA LOVE BIATCH. hence, all of you asses can sms me now.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111235154964117170?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111235154964117170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111235154964117170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111235154964117170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111235154964117170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-can-swear-like-effing-1001-times.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111226951691157328</id><published>2005-03-31T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:50:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was friggin' friggin' friggin' tired today in school. i was like literally sleep walkin.  dark circles around mah eyes  - results of sleepin after 12am every single day. had a nice talk with ming liang during CME today, we like so totally talked fer the one whole hour. CME is like a (thank god) free period. slack all you want, she wont give a hoot. any how, its so fun to talk with ming liang, although he can a real pain in the boobs sometimes. heh`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is finally out of mah world. no more phone calls. thank god. i'm never gonna miss him again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres gonna be sports day tomorrow but i'm gonna pon it cause im goin to the doctors to get mah muscle checked. i think i pulled mah muscle or someting. any how, i swear farid or however u spell his name is sooooo uber, friggin, bloody, damn, freakin, fuckin, effin cute okay. HOTNESS.**=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. - go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111226951691157328?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111226951691157328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111226951691157328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111226951691157328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111226951691157328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-friggin-friggin-friggin-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111202697273185391</id><published>2005-03-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:22:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! GUCCI-ENVY ME's in the house y'all! ahaks. bought it at the airport. 120 buckaroos but daddykins paid fer it. muahahahks. its true, im a chicken, loser, scaredy cat, wimp, gutless...blah blah blah. ming liang was tryin to scare me today with creepy stories. i got so freaked out, i started cryin.hahaks. im such a chicken, no wonder im doin the bird dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, its so irritatin how so many ppl are askin bout him, they sound like they dun believe me, well, if u dun believe me, DONT ASK. period,i've got no time to act friendly, and act as if i dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hi, so what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111202697273185391?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111202697273185391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111202697273185391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111202697273185391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111202697273185391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111180391625955868</id><published>2005-03-26T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:11:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im like bored shitless now cause im waitin fer the 3++pm flight. *yawns. mom made me wake up at 7.30am this morning when i slept at around two yesterday, with mah lights on, cause i was a little freaked out by all the ghost stories i've been hearing. mah mom asked me why i didn't turn the lights off when i slept so i went like "Lights are suppose to scare ghost away right?", no? hah, its just one of mah weird logic. i mean alot of ppl say that too dun they? i mean LOOK. dracula is afraid of sunLIGHT. Zombies are also afraid of sunLIGHT. erm, so if this two ghostly creatures areafraid of lights. so obviously a tre ghost will be afraid of lights right? hah. me and mah logic can kick science-bum's ass man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of this science-bum HAVE to be Mr Chua, cause he doesnt believe in the supernatural stuff. its better to be safe then sorry bro. yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death icy cold hands finally reached him. The coldness from Death's hand, penetrated his heart, forcin it to stop, he tried his best to fight the pain, to fight death. but deep down, he knew, he'll never win, no one ever wins the mighty grip of death. When death wanted you with him, you can never say no, it was time for him to surrender. slowly, his heart beat begin to give it, his steady heart beat was now reduced to a pathetic pulse. His then rosy complexion, now became pale and sickly. He let out a loud yell of pain, the loud howl peirced the silence of the night...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111180391625955868?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111180391625955868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111180391625955868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111180391625955868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111180391625955868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-like-bored-shitless-now-cause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111176721952037549</id><published>2005-03-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:36:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think beautiful soul is the most b-e-a-utiful song ever.&lt;br /&gt;it just like makes so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want another pretty face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you and your beautiful soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love a person for his or her soul, looks does not ALWAYS matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loving some one who has got the looks but not the feelings, is a waste of your love and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the one you really should love is a person that gives you all his heart. he or she'll be there when you need em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon is sooo pretty tonight, its huge and round and bright.&lt;br /&gt;i was standin at the porch and starin at it just now,&lt;br /&gt;the moon was so bright that the clouds around it can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;and there was one particularly bright star beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother nature is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111176721952037549?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111174673310385826</id><published>2005-03-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:32:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i want my Gucci document carrier sling bag!&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/9062863-111174673310385826?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111174673310385826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111174673310385826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111174673310385826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111174673310385826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-my-gucci-document-carrier-sling.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111172885008190766</id><published>2005-03-25T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:42:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you are something special &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I'd be always faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be what you always needed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But im just fine moving forward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll ease your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never make you cry c`mon lets try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby do you think you could want me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna waste your time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see things the way I do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna know if you feel it too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111172885008190766?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111172885008190766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111172620309212885</id><published>2005-03-25T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:48:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;4 days, 12 hours &amp;amp; 47 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand him any more.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended it all.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how egoistic he is, how is he always going on about himself.pffft. give me a break bro.&lt;br /&gt;its just 4 days, 12 hours and 47 minutes, im not your momma. i don't need to entertain your endless rantings, 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both need to move on, but not together. cause obviously now, you are not with me, the whole world revolves around you, and you alone. so i figure out, i won't waste mah time and feelings on you. its hard for da both, but i know we'll move on, its just a matter of sooner or later.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, won't be around for the weekend, so don't bother contacting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111172620309212885?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111172620309212885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111172620309212885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111172620309212885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the chinese sinseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya. TRAGEDY. MRS GAYFART ANG is comin back to teach. OH MI GAWD. can things get any better? like i havent even stated to miss her yet and before i know it, she is like comin back? okay. screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, had maths night class today and it was lotsa fun. and im not being sarcastic hear, cause it was really lotsa fun. Roger Lim's wound is SICK! i swear its like all scaly and stuff. and it gave me goose bumps when i saw it! i was freakin goosebumin so much okay. hah. "goosebummin" thats a nice word. its like this big patch of dried blood mad up by many little little dots of dried blood alltogether.and it looks like scales. argh. to think of it now, its like really sick.those who often see Roger Lim in school should go check out his right arm. it is freak-IN scary. i saw it and i was like all freaked out. and he let me touched it, okay, maybe not at first but ya. heh. it felt scary. hah. i know i said its scary and stuff. but im just like kind of morbid, so i like begged him to let me touched it. and after i touched it? i screamed and started goosebummin again. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;met him after night class, went home, changed then went down to siglap centre to meet him. told mum i was goin to buy dinner. so i could only stay fer a while, felt bad, havin him come all the way down and goin home so fast. any how, had a good time. and im missin him. =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111159333247402178?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111159333247402178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111159333247402178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111159333247402178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111159333247402178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-was-rich-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111150038143299062</id><published>2005-03-22T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:23:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u don't like loyang? hah. i dun like them too.`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from dance rehersals and called &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; as promised talked fer a while, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; is so cute, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;miss me. hah. dance was good. Kallang Theater is FREEZING cold but its just freakin cool to be dancin on the actual stage. i kinda had like a mental block today cause i cant seem to get mah dance moves right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, the sound guy is a ex-pingyian. yippie-ya-day! ping yi rawk socks! heh. loyang came down at around 0730pm and like they were givin attitude, warming up like as if they are soooo fantastic. in the end, their dance turned out to be crappy shiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiit. im missin &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; like big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[[hearts*`]]&lt;/span&gt; Edith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111150038143299062?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111150038143299062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111150038143299062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111150038143299062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111150038143299062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/u-dont-like-loyang-hah_22.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111147249091127134</id><published>2005-03-22T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:21:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boobies!*`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was fun today did like transfiguration. its like effing easy okay. i can like do it with mah eys closed. hah. its like the first time ever, me braggin about maths. muahaks. suppose to be like changin and packin mah dance stuff now, but instead im like bloggin. pfft. dance like starts at three and its 215pm now. ya-dey-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had assembly today. it was pure gayness. there was like two presentations. one from the environmental club aka the losers association of ping yi. those ppl can go on and save the earth, but i hope savin the universe dun require em' to speak cause they cant speak fer peanuts. =))LAUNCH is pronouced as L-A-UNCH. not LUNCH please?omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwa foo was like bigtime gettin on mah nerves today cause he was like goin on about me speakin english durin mother tongue class. he is hell of an ass hole okay. he went like, "dun step lah! want to act high class." and im like friggin angry and i just fuckin told him " Hwa Foo, u have like so much to say, but sadly all the stuff u have to say, make no sense at all. so why dun u like shut the fuck up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like missin&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; so much okay. no hand phone means no sms-es during school hours with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. heck, im gonna like call &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; now and talk to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; as i pack fer dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[hearts*`]&lt;/span&gt;  Edith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111147249091127134?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111147249091127134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111147249091127134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111147249091127134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111147249091127134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/boobies-maths-was-fun-today-did-like.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111141562415403840</id><published>2005-03-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:54:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got off the phone less that 5 minutes ago with him. and im already missin&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; like craaazie. suddenly life is all good with him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt; wants to meet tomorrow, but i have like friggin rehersals tomorrow night.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; wants to come fetch me but i didnt want him too cause dance ends at around 8.30om and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; has to come down all the way from yishun, send me to siglap then back to yishun. by the time &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; reaches home it'll be so late. blehs* to that! but promised &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; we'll meet on wednesday. HAH! cant wait &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby.&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still bloated from prata and beacons.*BURPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edith Donatello Lee Yi Kang aka Eddy i miss u.&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111141562415403840?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111141562415403840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111141562415403840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111141562415403840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111141562415403840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-got-off-phone-less-that-5-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111141112248637522</id><published>2005-03-21T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:18:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[hearts*`]&lt;/span&gt; Eddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;210305&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0903pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; him forever.*grins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111141112248637522?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111141112248637522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111141112248637522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111141112248637522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111141112248637522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/joyce-hearts-eddy-210305-0903pm-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111140765563761708</id><published>2005-03-21T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:46:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i startin to get not-so-happy, in other words, irritated with school life. cause there is like tons to study but likes so little time.&lt;br /&gt;tasha is gonna be joining our class from today onwards. yippe-ya-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im startin to get pissed with people in school, with mah results. i dropped from top ten to like top twenty. im doin like really badly. im just unsatisfoed with mah life. lifes a bitch and so am i. i feel like pukin now, cause i ate like lots of beacon just now. life is just gettin on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 chapter for mid year. and thats only for physics. at least 24 chapters for chemistry. mid year is like a WHOOPING 2 or three months away? WOW! i have like  a hell lot of time! can any one like shout "yay!" with me? i should like organize this partayy of the year where all the sec four ecpress students can celebrate about the ample amount of time we will have to study!oh, im like so gonna have fun.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being sarcastic today.&lt;br /&gt;gees, i havent tried my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111140765563761708?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111140765563761708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111140765563761708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111140765563761708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111140765563761708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-startin-to-get-not-so-happy-in-other.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111131284912087043</id><published>2005-03-20T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:05:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the kido inside me is &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for cartoons. i wanna watch ROBOTS &amp; SpongeBob.&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow. simply fucktastic! pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im craving for loads of stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ice cream, milkshake, pizza, mochi, peach sorbet, buger king, baked rice, CHEESE, chocolates &amp;amp; the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SINFUL. SINFUL. SINFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sinful but me love em'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went to mah cousin's bitrthday partyy yesterday. the food was good. the cake was so-so. its chocolate, but not enough to satisfy my craving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im like so shagged now cause i woke up like 10 this morning. hpfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111131284912087043?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111131284912087043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>term break is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  havent even got a whiff of holiday air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;i wanna watch SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS,the movie!!&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/9062863-111122082261534124?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111122082261534124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111122082261534124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111122082261534124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111122082261534124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/term-break-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111107467989172810</id><published>2005-03-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:51:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had dance yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;sweat like hell.&lt;br /&gt;fuckin tired.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleepin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111107467989172810?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111107467989172810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111107467989172810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111107467989172810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111107467989172810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/had-dance-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111089730103122964</id><published>2005-03-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:35:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. just came back from swimmin in jamie's house! totally pure fun okay. any how,jamie, jerry and me were in the water. foolin around. it was oh-so-fun oksy. until some ppl had to come and spoil the mood. any how, just bathed and im gonna stay over at her house tonite. oh ya. went to the beach just now. with christopher. lol. had hella of a time although the bbq sucked. any how, christopher was hella fun. we were like all takin photos and stuff. any how, gonna ciao now cause i dunno wat the hell to blogg. any how just a simple shout out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you both can quarrel for all i care okay!! you both can go divorce for all i care okay. i wont give a damn bout the both of you any more. y'all can quarrel over tiny thangs and go blow them up into a thang the size of Europe okay. I DUN GIVE A DAMN. i dun care at all! y'all can go break your weddin vows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111089730103122964?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111089730103122964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111089730103122964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111089730103122964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111089730103122964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111087209541716542</id><published>2005-03-15T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:34:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back cause i figured out that i had too much to blogg. any how, im like using jamie's new laptop now. omg. its white and im soo lovin' it. yupp.watched mulan 2 and watchin the incredibles now. so funni okay i swear. any how, holidays doesnt feels like holiday at all. had maths on monday from 9 to like 2. today is like the only day free for me. tomorrow thers maths from 9 to 3. and dance starts from 8-12. so that means i can only go for maths from twelve onwards.  thursday, dance. friday dance. NO FREE DAYS. at ALL. gawd. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111087209541716542?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111087209541716542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111087209541716542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111087209541716542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111087209541716542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-cause-i-figured-out-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111067950771248086</id><published>2005-03-13T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:15:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;too much is going on inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one knows what is goin on inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can take it no more.&lt;br /&gt;im breakin down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont be bloggin fer a period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care huamns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111067950771248086?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111067950771248086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111067950771248086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111067950771248086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111067950771248086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-much-is-going-on-inside-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111036967089265765</id><published>2005-03-09T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:24:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sayin that i hate you would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;sayin that i loathe you would also be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;sayin that abhor you would again be and understatement.&lt;br /&gt;cause mah hatred fer you is beyond words. no words can describe the intense. the utmost. hatred i have for you.i WAS NOT destorting your word. you know i wasnt destorting your words. its all about your ego, you have an ego the size of europe. you are too egoistic to admit what you've done. cause by doin so, you will ruin your so called " 100% distinction" teacher's reputation. i've never tried in any ways to run you down. i was just statin the facts. no more then that. i was just helpin the people in our class voice out their thoughts. no more then that. i did not weave all the compliants up. they asked me to talk fer them, mr wee asked me to talk fer them. why should i be the one thats carryin all the blame? yes, i've hated you in the past because of the low literature marks. but i've gotten over mah self, i've convinced mahself that it was my fault and there wasnt anything else that i can do. i've stopped complainin to mah friends about the test. and if i had, just like you've said, hated you and have compliant about you to mrs woo because of the literature test. you are so wrong. cause if i hated you about that test, i would have said to mrs woo " she hated me, thats why she gave me such low marks". NO i did not say that at all. who is the one thats tryin to destort mah words, mah language in all ways now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not complian bout you to "take revenge" as you have put it. i wasnt, i was just voicin the class's and my dissatisfaction about your attitude.i know that you are very knowledgable, and i respect you for that, but because of what you did now, i think you are sooo low. you are lower then dirt, you are soo unprofessional as a teacher. to think that you've got 40 years of teachin experience. you do not deserve mah respect. you've lost the minimum respect i had fer you. you know you've done the things i said you've done, the boys you questioned know that too, in fact they were the ones that asked me to speak up fer em'. and what utterly hurt me is that when you were attackin me verbally, none of them and i mean none, of them, attempted to help me. i was left alone, to defend myself, from something they asked me to do. im utterly dissappointed, despite helpin y'all voice out yer thoughts, none of you tried to defend me. none. im utterly downhearted. all you guys did was ask me if i was okay. hello?! if i were cryin would i be okay? cant you do more constuctive things like speak up fer me?&lt;br /&gt;and again, sayin that im disappointed would just be another understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111036967089265765?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111036967089265765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111036967089265765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111036967089265765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111036967089265765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/sayin-that-i-hate-you-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111019810532731273</id><published>2005-03-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:22:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;girls just wanna have fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. just came home from orchard and had the helluva time. cabbed down to orchard and went to Heeren to choose a gown fer jamie's pagent thingie. wicked fun. then janice came. friggin fun girl. love her. took neo-piccas, oh-so-funny piccas.love em' ! gonna upload the piccas i took today and those alfred, daryl and me took the other day once i finish bathing. any how, janice left to get her gown with her dad while jamie and me stuffed our faces at Swensens, calamari rings are DISGUSTING. then went to paragon oh-so-pretty toilets to touch up and relief ourselves then we started takin spastic piccas again. lol. gonna up load those piccas ASAP. any how people, feel free to sms me now that i've topped up mah card. aiite, ciao humans, gonna go wash mahself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111019810532731273?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111019810532731273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111019810532731273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111019810532731273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111019810532731273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111018285078291836</id><published>2005-03-07T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:07:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth is  the biggest idiot ever, he behaves like he's 15 (or maybe younger.) when he is already like 18.he is the biggest ass-hole ever. argh. i totally cant stand him. the sight of him disgust me.any how, bought body shop concealer and blusher brush today spent like $39++ bucks. and also bought top up card ahaks. finally. any how,gonna go to orchard later with jamie later to get her gown. so like ciao humans. lotsa love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111018285078291836?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111018285078291836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111018285078291836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111018285078291836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111018285078291836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-walk-this-empty-street-on-boulevard.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111012251243453905</id><published>2005-03-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:21:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you make me wanna la la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was uber uber bored. woke up at around 11 and went to mah gram's house. spent half of mah day doin nuthang besides stuffin mahself with chocs. make chin chow aka grass jelly its so sweet! but at the same time its yummilicious.:)). any how, played with mah cousin's spray paint thing. uber fun. hehs. but now mah fingers has like faded paint on em'. heh. ugly, but oh-so-fun!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111012251243453905?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111012251243453905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111012251243453905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111012251243453905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111012251243453905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-make-me-wanna-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-111004218389313430</id><published>2005-03-06T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:08:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if i was a rich girl na na na na na na na....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, song of the day. had uber fun todayy. went out with daryl and alfred. went fer this law and management talk by ITC- School of Law. realised that it isnt easy to become a lawyer, at least not as easy as i thought.  ITC is like kinda dumb. cause you study 6 years there, u get a diploma in law the first year. 1st degree in law, for the second and third year. then you proceed to the second degree in the fourth, fifth and sixth year. but guess wat?! you cannot be a practising lawyer? cause singapore does not allow university of london's external student to be certified lawyers( ITC cooperates with University of London and is counted as a school fer external students which means this people study outside of london but still learns the same thang.) one can only become a lawyer in singapore if you get the 2nd class upper honours or the 1st class honours. which can only be attained if you study overseas in the university of london. so any way. had fun durin the talk.they showed pictures of their lecturers and all of em' looked funnay!and most of this really good lawyers are either baldin or they dun even have any hair. daryl and i came out with the logic that maybe too much studyin made them bald.any how, after that we went down to suntec to catch "danceworks" but we were too late and we only managed to watch like the last two groups which were all rubbishy. the winner also friggin rubbishy. damn, i dunno what the judges are thinkin man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to NOOCH-noodle barr to have our dinner. service there is funnay. cause the waiters cant speak. lole "this is the mango thing.-internal joke-" "if i was a rich girl..nanananannanan...-internal joke" lol. friggin funnay. after dinner, went to cine to check out the movie time, wanted to watch a series of unfortunate events but most of the tickets were sold out and the only one left were the 12.40am ones. so we decided not to watch a movie, instead we went down to mac to snack. the noodles at NOOCH didnt really workout. any how, alfed was like kinda sick. poor thing.left at around 9.45pm. took the MRT and stopped at Kembagan and cabbed home. heh. daryl volunteered to wait fer the taxi with me. how sweet of him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, thanks guys! had a uberr fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na....;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-111004218389313430?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/111004218389313430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=111004218389313430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111004218389313430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/111004218389313430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-was-rich-girl-na-na-na-na-na-na.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110994492412090243</id><published>2005-03-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:02:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pinafold Tragedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(for pingyians that always find the pinafold stickin to their thighs and showin the whole shape of your lower boday when the wind is strong.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wind is blowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pinafold is sticking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im constantly pulling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i feel like peeing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my house is still far from reaching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys are lookin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i feel like pukin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause "whee weet" they are going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just as i thought i was suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alas! mah house is reaching!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally free from the torturing starin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now im right here peeing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.just a dumb-ass bimbotic poem jamie and moi came up with while walkin to her house to make sald. hehs. took 2 hours and two uncooked hard boiled egg to finish makin the sald. but it was sdtill oh-so-yummay! heh. took lotsa spastic piccas until the batt of the camwent falt. then we just slacked around. left her house at around 9.30pm. we were talkin about earning lotsa money while she walked me to the road junction. heh. its good now that her house is five minutes away from mine. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110994492412090243?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110994492412090243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110994492412090243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110994492412090243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110994492412090243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/pinafold-tragedy.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110985857633931567</id><published>2005-03-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:02:56.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had serious headache today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter part one. part two. and part three in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel radcliff or however u spell it is soooo uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so crazy bout harry potter now. how?=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it only &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when the truth is revealed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110985857633931567?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110985857633931567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110985857633931567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110985857633931567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110985857633931567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/03/had-serious-headache-today.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110959329589765614</id><published>2005-02-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:33:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. SHE did pick on me. that bloody mrs ang. guess how much did she grade me fer mah literature common test? 13/25. hello?! i wrote fuckin three pages? and u told me that mah points were good a day before u marked mah paper. and you are fuckin givin me 13 marks? fuck. its so obvious that u are pickin on me slut. you obviously cant fail me cause i was good. and u dont like me so u didnt give me mah deserved marks. bloody whore. i know i dont deserve fuckin 13 marks. every one knows that. u are SO blooday un professional. how can u fuckin show favourtism? your favoutrite student got like 21 marks? hello?! biatch!. i cant describe the intense hatred i have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand the way how u boast that you are a 100% distintion teacher while you are actin like that. grow up slut. obviously you are growin appearence wise but im sure not EQ or IQ wise. stop actin like your shoe size is your age. stop wearing table clothes to school you are such a fashion mishap. i hate you for who you are. i loathe you for the way you are behavin. i just hate the way u pick on me. i hate you! for makin me last in literature class when i use to top it just because you are pickin on me. why do u have to pick on me? of all person me?! i fuckin hate you i hate you! u are soooo low down slut. you are sOOooOo low. i abhor you. so very much. you can go rot in hell with all your table cloth. fucktard. dickhead. fuckin cunt. argh. no words can ever describe how much i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I DONT DESERVE 13 fucktastic marks! whore! dun tell me i choose the wrong question cause thats just a fuckin excuse. how can you mark some one's work by definin the question that the student is answerin? im not gonna fail fer the rest of mah life like u said i would.i will not fuckin fail the rest of mah life just because i studied for mah chemistry common test in your fuckin oh-so-fun english class, when you were teeachin about shithole letter writing. i will not fuckin fail for the rest of my life just becuase i was late for your class when i had a valid reson. i will not fuckin fail for the rest of mah life just because i was gettin reprimanded for not wearin mah PE attire. and i had an valid excuse letter from the OM. i will not you fuckin cunt head. read mah lips- i will not. fuckin biatch. i hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110959329589765614?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110959329589765614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110959329589765614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110959329589765614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110959329589765614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110951340532916284</id><published>2005-02-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:10:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;you make me wanna &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LALA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110951340532916284?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110951340532916284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110951340532916284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110951340532916284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110951340532916284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-make-me-wanna-lala.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110949740714058022</id><published>2005-02-27T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:43:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored. so im bloggin to voice out mah thoughts of how some people can be so prejudice against boys that dance?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiite firstly, a boy that dances is GAY. A boy that dances is abnormal. A boy dancin is just not rite. hello? so if a boy that dances is gay, what about all the breakers that most girls are crazy over? what bout fab dancers like justin timberlake?. wade robson? micheal jackson? hello? i guy that dance can be normal as well. so like get a life u narrow minded assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i dunno why on earth am i doin this. guess im just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how, the 24 points continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. im currently very bored.&lt;br /&gt;26. AND very hot.&lt;br /&gt;27. mah head is still hurtin.&lt;br /&gt;28. i drank a 2 grande cup of strabucks frappacino yesterday.cramel and vanila rumba. or however u spell it.&lt;br /&gt;29. i hate mah current skin.&lt;br /&gt;30. i wanna make mah own skin but i dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;31. i mean mah blogskin in #29. and #30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110949740714058022?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110949740714058022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110949740714058022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110949740714058022'/><link rel='self' 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year cause its the open category thang. so yea. woke up like really early, like 7am? got ready and left mah house at around 7.40am. mah dad then drove me and farhah to the Bedok MRT station. most of em were there, except Shah who was like kinda late. any how, mah head is hurtin big time now cause i slept with mah hair wet yesterday. and i kow that mah english is all rubbishy to day but i dun give a damn cause im just bloggin fer the sake of bloggin any how, blogg sometime later. ciao humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110949069197967977?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110949069197967977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>mah ego is &lt;b&gt;bruised.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for sayin that mah english is horrible right in mah face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i topped the class last year fer literature, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;irony.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that what u always stress on? slut.&lt;br /&gt;u can shaft ur worthless comments up your nose. i dun need em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i abhor u mrs ang- ku kueh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110925076558930032?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110925076558930032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;u&gt;100 pretty` little facts. bout' le fmme.*silly toothie grin*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i dun' eat shark fin.&lt;br /&gt;2. i more or less care fer nature.&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate uncuth people that spit on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;4. i LOATHE people that treats animals with cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;5. i lurveeee animals.&lt;br /&gt;6. i love any living things thats cute. - includin babies and boys.=P&lt;br /&gt;7. i loathe children that dun' take care of their folks when they are old.&lt;br /&gt;8. im very, and i mean VERY emotional.&lt;br /&gt;7. i hate to see old folks pickin up cardboards, cans or what so ever. cause it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;8. once i see something like the above. i'll keep broodin about it fer the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;9. im thinkin of bein a full time vegeterian when i reach the age of 21.- no, not a buddist. just a vegeterian. cause i dun wanna eat animals.&lt;br /&gt;10. im can be very loyal to people that i like.&lt;br /&gt;11. but if i dun like u, i wont even want to see u.&lt;br /&gt;12. i dun' believe in back stabbin.&lt;br /&gt;13. i loathe and abhor backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;14. some times i just hate people for their looks. regardless if they are pretty' or ugly.&lt;br /&gt;15. i drink 1 litre of water every day. thanks to the water bottle alfred gave me fer christmas.&lt;br /&gt;16. im in love with mah self.&lt;br /&gt;17. i love emily the strange.&lt;br /&gt;18. im suppose to be muggin fer chemistry now.&lt;br /&gt;19. but im doin this thang.&lt;br /&gt;20. i have 12 toes all together.&lt;br /&gt;21. fact # 20 is fake.&lt;br /&gt;22. im psychic, i can tell that u are sayin "lame" now.&lt;br /&gt;23. i've ran out of facts.&lt;br /&gt;24. i'll blogg again and try to fill in the other 76 facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110914913964356409?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062863.post-110908464992042460</id><published>2005-02-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:04:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had like chinese and social studies today. hah. social studies was good. but fer chinese the first 8 question was left blank. i didnt even attempt to read through the question cause i knew i wont know how to do em'. ahaks. its like watchin mah eight marks fly away rite infront of me. any how. i was really tired durin common test today, i kept snoozing while i write. *yawns, talkin about sleepy, iml like really tired now. just finish studyin fer mah literature and maths common test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really study hard fer lit this time. so im not expectin to top the class this year. all this fucin "chim" stories kept comin up. i mean. just listen to the title kea?. "Kindergarten". about a little boy cretin earth and know nuts about it. like fuck rite? and also. "The Limits of Trooghaft". about aliens that eats humans. "Flowers fer Algernon." about this retarded person goin fer an operation. then slowly become smarter and then slowly become dumb again?. make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadever. i  just realised i've not really studied  at all. damn it. aiite. im like gonna ciao now. im like so shagged.ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062863-110908464992042460?l=emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/feeds/110908464992042460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9062863&amp;postID=110908464992042460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110908464992042460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062863/posts/default/110908464992042460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emancipate-fuckstration.blogspot.com/2005/02/had-like-chinese-and-social-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>instant s l u t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415554912365456324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
