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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RliFUqPYi3I/AAAAAAAAALI/G0gtIeOxY6k/s72-c/MARRIED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5764841416765251970</id><published>2007-05-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:33:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for making me laugh, all the time&lt;br /&gt;..for hearing whatever I have to say&lt;br /&gt;..for 'counseling' me when i'm totally emo&lt;br /&gt;..for making me appreciate things around me more&lt;br /&gt;..for giving me free exp (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;..for accompanying me if you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't find out about the truth behind your identity then I would have missed out a very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WOULD SAY, the way we met and finally clicked after a long while is rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONG JIEJIE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlhR2qPYi1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/brUx7rFSCOg/s1600-h/Bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlhR2qPYi1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/brUx7rFSCOg/s320/Bananas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068891380099091282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlhR4aPYi2I/AAAAAAAAALA/B6-okXf8KxI/s1600-h/PJ%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlhR4aPYi2I/AAAAAAAAALA/B6-okXf8KxI/s320/PJ%2Bparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068891410163862370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5764841416765251970?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5764841416765251970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5764841416765251970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5764841416765251970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5764841416765251970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlhR2qPYi1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/brUx7rFSCOg/s72-c/Bananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4723901069641103071</id><published>2007-05-26T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:44:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlfzY6PYi0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RPi04gftdf0/s1600-h/futuristic+layout+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlfzY6PYi0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RPi04gftdf0/s320/futuristic+layout+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068787514904972098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4723901069641103071?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4723901069641103071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4723901069641103071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3742894967241260131</id><published>2007-05-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:33:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travis - Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough, of this parade.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of, the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;We open up, unfinished parts,&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, its so mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I see you then I know it will be next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I need you then I know you will be there with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill never leave you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep waking up (waking up), without you here (without you here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another day (another day), another year (another year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seek the truth (seek the truth), we set apart (we set apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second base, a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I see you then I know it will be next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I need you then I know you will be there with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill never leave you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now (lean on me now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I see you then I know it will be next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I need you then I know you will be there with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill never leave you... just need to get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now (lean on me now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer, closer... closer, closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3742894967241260131?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3742894967241260131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3742894967241260131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3742894967241260131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3742894967241260131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/travis-closer-ive-had-enough-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-385295512326601876</id><published>2007-05-26T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T04:49:44.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am dead tired, but I finally did a blog layout. It's not exactly woo-la-la nicer than the rest of my works but it's one that I have been wanting to do(but never completed or even tried) since like 4 months ago?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my computer came I was already thinking of what to do, and other styles just didn't appeal to me, I know why, because I've not done what I wanted to do. So yeah, it's about loving what you do I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial attempt sucked, I'm not really happy with the current one now as well. If I have time and the inspiration I'll look back and do a new version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it will NOT look nice on 1024 by 768 or smaller resolution, paiseh =X My screen is 1280 x 960. I thought I can edit it after I'm done with it but it looks even shitier if i resize it to 1024 type, so nevermind =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img480.imageshack.us/my.php?image=animallayoutfinal2bg8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img480.imageshack.us/img480/8872/animallayoutfinal2bg8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img480.imageshack.us/my.php?image=animallayoutfinal1ax1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img480.imageshack.us/img480/2082/animallayoutfinal1ax1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't spot the difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/2875/layoutgifzm8.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not decided which to use yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-385295512326601876?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/385295512326601876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=385295512326601876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/385295512326601876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/385295512326601876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-dead-tired-but-i-finally-did-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5001907998844116788</id><published>2007-05-25T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:11:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to the time when I meet somebody who makes me go crazy, as in, a FRIEND lah. And she is none other than ........ my.. AHMA LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Auditon from 1PM till now, not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rlbf3KPYivI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wL76MTi-Vnc/s1600-h/x16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rlbf3KPYivI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wL76MTi-Vnc/s320/x16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068484569386748658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decided to be lame and bought me a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rlbf3qPYiwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HHbrT3F46eE/s1600-h/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rlbf3qPYiwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HHbrT3F46eE/s320/gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068484577976683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, and wore our 'twin suits' to play team games. Had a hell lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlbgI6PYixI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kAMItoit_Do/s1600-h/alakazam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlbgI6PYixI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kAMItoit_Do/s320/alakazam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068484874329426706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;s&gt;horny&lt;/s&gt; guy took this. TSK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlbgJaPYiyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LnXlYhqH5MU/s1600-h/HOT+FIFI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlbgJaPYiyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LnXlYhqH5MU/s320/HOT+FIFI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068484882919361314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5001907998844116788?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5001907998844116788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5001907998844116788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5001907998844116788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5001907998844116788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-to-time-when-i-meet-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rlbf3KPYivI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wL76MTi-Vnc/s72-c/x16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7592663247384290311</id><published>2007-05-25T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:11:00.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow how amazing. Okay I am spamming but anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple "what happened?" has sent tears rolling down my cheeks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______- _|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7592663247384290311?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7592663247384290311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7592663247384290311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7592663247384290311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7592663247384290311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-how-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6699592676208922942</id><published>2007-05-25T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:05:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I threw up in the morning. Maybe it's morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am feeling so fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever, flu, sore throat, gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like throwing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe i really am dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I feel so weak. I've been drifting in and out of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6699592676208922942?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6699592676208922942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6699592676208922942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6699592676208922942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6699592676208922942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-threw-up-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3023473975458563991</id><published>2007-05-25T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:25:19.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlXy3aPYiuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xaQdBK2ZZD0/s1600-h/2007_5_24_20.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RlXy3aPYiuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xaQdBK2ZZD0/s320/2007_5_24_20.47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068223989425933026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wee I'm back in Audition and I love MJJ ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, actually, I have not really 'recovered' from whatever 'depression' I'd been going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you give me that condescending face, whatever, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight, the thought, the voice, the mere SCENT of certain morons is enough to put me off. Put me off going to wherever that I might see them, take for example, the nearest shopping centre. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In this most honest case, SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'm not gonna de-stress by spending money or torturing anything/anybody. I shall just face it, it's all part and parcel of life. If I don't ever get over this phase then I'll really die a horrible death in future without my godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-swore-at-your-mother incident&lt;/span&gt;, I finally understand and really feel my dependence on him, financially, and emotionally. I reckon I should get a life and face whatever shit life throws in me. After all, it IS my life. He spoils me rotten. With him I really don't give a damn about my phone bills. "Aiya, nvm lah, he will give me money to eat, more money for good food somemore," and whatever that is wrong in my life, "nevermind, because there's a godfather"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover those creeps are not deserving of me 'sacrificing' my loved ones. They are too cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread art lessons, i mean, the extras. I understand that it's an effort made to make US put an effort into our coursework but at times I really think I don't need it. Not because I'm doing it the photoshop way&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(I don't even fucking think I can do it, thanks to the people around me. _|_ Look at all the negativity I am receiving and thus giving),&lt;/span&gt; but just because, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey, it's my life. I'm prepared to screw it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should be spent without hopes, without thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiya, got direct admission, sure can get into poly&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should be spent like this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIT! I GOTTA STUDY! OR ELSE I WON'T MAKE IT&lt;/span&gt;!" and you continue scaring yourself. As a result, due to the stress, you develop cancer, gastric problems, and hair loss as well. Slowly, you turn to stick thin and your skin sticks to your bones. One day your entire body shall collapse, like how they blow up a building. Yes, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the masochistic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit of life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereby, I shall try to stop crying or at least tearing every night(thank god my eyes are not swollen in the day -.-) and yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not run away, not by finding comfort in throes of people and then dumping them once you're alright, not by spending money, et cetera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3023473975458563991?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3023473975458563991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6561069154875630297</id><published>2007-05-24T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:29:33.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD MY COMPUTER IS ALIVE THERE'S INTERNET MY SISTER FIXED IT YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Downloads Photoshop resources, audition, mozilla, etc etc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6561069154875630297?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6561069154875630297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6561069154875630297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6561069154875630297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6561069154875630297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god-my-computer-is-alive-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2169961289765526493</id><published>2007-05-24T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:01:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd note, I shan't try transferring with a damned thumbdrive, 1GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my photoshop files need at least 5Gb, throw in fonts, brushes, patterns, pictures, etc etc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOO T_________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2169961289765526493?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2169961289765526493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2169961289765526493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2169961289765526493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2169961289765526493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/edit.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7515012633367790763</id><published>2007-05-24T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:53:12.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was random, because I seriously didn't expect to get the top improvement in english award. -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, big fuck ah, just a cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am bloody bloody very fucking disappointed still because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COMPUTER IS FIXED, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no internet connection. The fucking *&amp;%*&amp;$ router's driver is not detected on my computer. LOU-SY. Tmd, made me and MJJ look forward to my 'return' to Audition for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore if we can't find the damned router installation disc today, the super awesome godfather, like he always is, is very willing to spend a hundred over to buy a new router, for my computer's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now it's either my sister finds the disc(since she's the one keeping it all these while) or we buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite funny. I had a lot of deliverymen and people coming my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Samsung flat screen LCD tv, 32 inch, shiok. I can enjoy watching MTV channel now. Yes I am a music junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dell repairman. LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BICYCLE delivery, my sister's friend who stays just a few storeys above has arranged for the guy to come to our place cuz she was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My sister's friends. They might come over again with a PS II later. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efforts at Photoshop will NOT be hindered. Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will download whatever resources I want into this computer, store them into a thumbdrive and bring them to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fussy, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the love of Photoshop, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7515012633367790763?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7515012633367790763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7515012633367790763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7515012633367790763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7515012633367790763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-random-because-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1802467219376908064</id><published>2007-05-23T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:57:35.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^__________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I will make a blinking heart for you soon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept this in secret and I'm gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole time, not only did you listen to my sorrows, you helped me call macdonalds delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GRATEFUL HAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1802467219376908064?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1802467219376908064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1802467219376908064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1802467219376908064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1802467219376908064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-damn-i-will-make-blinking.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2731102846043144569</id><published>2007-05-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:44:01.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the sad entries removed. I shall be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I already am happy whenever I think of what I'm going to do with Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about what kind of design and layout I'm going to come up with, after not meddling with it for about 6 BLOODY MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I shall love life, because there's Photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2731102846043144569?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2731102846043144569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2731102846043144569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2731102846043144569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2731102846043144569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-of-sad-entries-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5568821898097319434</id><published>2007-05-21T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:58:43.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please make my life less fucked up, because I actually wanted to post a very depressing entry titled "My fucked up life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be fixing my computer very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will install Audition, no point saying I won't. Obviously I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will try my hardest to play as hard as I can during the holidays and stop when school starts LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this I am very aware of how weak I am when it comes to restraining temptations, and how distractions and cause the plunge in your grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to me, but for now i just want to shop, play, eat(if i ever feel like since i always skip meals) and go out and 'tour' singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5568821898097319434?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5568821898097319434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5568821898097319434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5568821898097319434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5568821898097319434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-make-my-life-less-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2987110401614453723</id><published>2007-05-21T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:23:43.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Although I still failed maths and science(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck physics&lt;/span&gt;) and accounts(by 2 marks -.-) and passed the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not so whenever I think of my english marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65(but i counted 67) is what I was given, my marks were brought down to the 'fair' levels because of the paper screwup, and in the end, some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;loudhailer-guy&lt;/span&gt; got 70 and topped the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my situational writing, my essay was nothing fantastic, it's around 68% if you convert it i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my letter writing, the task fulfilment was 7/10, and the content(or language) was 16/20. That's like a straight A, plus my paper 2 was 32/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be an A, not a fucking mid B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say I'm jealous, because I really am. AND I AM SURE some people out there will be reacting "WTF" like I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am really happy because at least i improved most of my subjects and did not disappoint my godfather as much as how I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 'reward' he'll be finding alternatives to get me a laptop for the art coursework, and also plenty of moolah for me to go shopping during the great singapore sale season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My L1R4 improved from 32 to 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody owes me a treat ^_____________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sings a song, I can't remember the lyrics cuz i dont even know the song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What can I do to make you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOL _|_"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What can I do to make you happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"99999999999999 roses, like I said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OR THE MUSA BOOK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OKAY =D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your family go broke. HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really get chosen during the direct admission thing plus I can pass my maths smoothly by then, I can burn all my books and not study already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please grant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2987110401614453723?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2987110401614453723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2987110401614453723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2987110401614453723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2987110401614453723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-improved.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6546383078523921295</id><published>2007-05-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:59:19.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA TODAY ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm about to adopt a positive outlook on life because of the love my godfather showers on me. I would have been a sad fuck walking my way home from Felicia's house if he didn't bank in $50 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i am also a sad fuck because somebody owes me money and that $50 was meant for my Novo shoes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went off to Dewi's house, along with Mary, we both helped to bake muffins. Random : Her youngest brother is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err I am tired so I shall not blog in detail but Felicia's party is quite a success because there's great food and great company. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH YOU A HAPPY SWEETEST 16 IN ADVANCE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6546383078523921295?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6546383078523921295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6546383078523921295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6546383078523921295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're the only person who answered my call in the middle of the night when I called everybody, crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're the sweetest &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^______________________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3254717351174507154?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3254717351174507154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3254717351174507154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3254717351174507154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3254717351174507154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-for-being-there-for-me-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6512487686468662232</id><published>2007-05-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:18:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dreamt that i fixed it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bug 3 day 3 nights for them to fix it but I think it will take much longer because we have to firstly CALL them and arrange for them to come and take my pc off to their factory to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's fixed i will&lt;br /&gt;1)Install Audition/Photoshop etc etc&lt;br /&gt;2)KISS MY COMPUTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6512487686468662232?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6512487686468662232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6512487686468662232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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will die of gastric problems one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat, and when it hurts, I just eat my medicine. -.-..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6217991076905832732?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6217991076905832732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6217991076905832732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6217991076905832732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6217991076905832732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-very-convinced-my-life-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1777478418386717792</id><published>2007-05-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:15:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day started on a very crappy setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A borrows $30 from me, i go to her wallet to take it back since she doesn't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sees the entire scene, asks why the fuck(of course she didnt use those language) do I have so much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle gave me what, i withdrew but I didn't spend because I'm going to buy a pair of heels today,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT? YOU GOT SO MANY SHOES ALREADY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, but dad wash until....they are so spoilt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambles on and on about how much of a spendthrift I am yadda yadda. "Your shoes are all not cheap ones you know?! One pair is $80++"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THOSE ARE BRANDED SNEAKERS, what do you expect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cut my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go out on weekends, I NEVER ask for money. I only asked for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$10&lt;/span&gt; this week. The previous weeks I went out totally on my own expense(or my godfather's to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 MISERABLE DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i get all these shit slung at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost went out in tears. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I typed/smsed about what happened I wanted to cry too. It's so fucking unfair.&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank god I have a Godfather in this world and in this life. -.- At least when I tell him how unfair my mom is he shuts up and deposits more money because he doesn't want me to starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty much fucked, as usual, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say my family's treating me like this because they are jealous. I would say so too.&lt;br /&gt;But when my friends treat me like that too, another assumption being they are jealous, I will want to bang my head against the wall because there's nothing good in my life besides a very doting guardian who gives me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So money is the root of evil, still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;The lit seminar was crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went window shopping with Dewi, dined at Crystal's Jade, watched Blades of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie is freaking ass funny, go watch it. 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see A LOT of things I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes from Novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbag from Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSA book from PAGEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$___________$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something random to say, I believe it is 101% true. Girls might not like flowers per se, but they definitely love to receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random number 2 : Peachy is getting fucking old, I can see his age 'shine' through his furry little body. :( Please prepare for the time where I will call and cry on the phone, for those close to me. HAHHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1777478418386717792?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1777478418386717792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1777478418386717792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1777478418386717792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1777478418386717792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-started-on-very-crappy-setting.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-242697644281515787</id><published>2007-05-19T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:17:11.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. lack of concord or harmony between persons or things: marital discord.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disagreement; difference of opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. strife; dispute; war.&lt;br /&gt;4. Music. an inharmonious combination of musical tones sounded together.&lt;br /&gt;5. any confused or harsh noise; dissonance.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;6. to disagree; be at variance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagreements among friends often happen, especially between good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody will speak ill of one another, i don't deny that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOWING DISCORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a LOT of difference between how a person really feels towards the other, and how a person feels BECAUSE OF another person sowing discords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you try to break a friendship up, especially a long and stable friendship, the stronger the friendship will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the entry : Don't try to break people up. It won't work, ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are retards. They get jealous of people for reasons such as they are richer than them. If everybody had a choice there wouldn't be 3rd world countries, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how ridiculous is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I have not talked to _______ for many many days. I actually kept count. It's close to 2 weeks. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-242697644281515787?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/242697644281515787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=242697644281515787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/242697644281515787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/242697644281515787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2124976469861869290</id><published>2007-05-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:19:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rk2-sqPYisI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W4BVJYJ7gZk/s1600-h/LKYLKGU.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rk2-sqPYisI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W4BVJYJ7gZk/s320/LKYLKGU.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065914830324009666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rk2-sqPYitI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IO8X11mwWZ8/s1600-h/fdgdfgfg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rk2-sqPYitI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IO8X11mwWZ8/s320/fdgdfgfg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065914830324009682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh like a madman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its' showing a person covering his ears because there's a thunderstorm as he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking scared of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a storm halfway in my sleep and a thunder wakes me up, i will cover my ears, and fall asleep, while covering my ears, just like the first picture. The 2nd picture is retarded. HAHAHA =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2124976469861869290?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2124976469861869290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2124976469861869290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2124976469861869290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2124976469861869290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/these-2-drawings.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rk2-sqPYisI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W4BVJYJ7gZk/s72-c/LKYLKGU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1139331744477454137</id><published>2007-05-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:24:47.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through the evolution of my misery, it is starting to be immune to funny stuffs I hear from people who try to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like insects evolving and over a certain amount of time you realise they have gained resistance to the pesticides and repellants you use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1139331744477454137?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1139331744477454137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1139331744477454137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1139331744477454137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1139331744477454137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/through-evolution-of-my-misery-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2645799885606201492</id><published>2007-05-18T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:51:51.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kelly Clarkson - Never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A45C4XKllYQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A45C4XKllYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking cool video, I realised she is fat and far from the typical superstar look but her voice makes up for all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2645799885606201492?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2645799885606201492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2645799885606201492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2645799885606201492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2645799885606201492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/kelly-clarkson-never-again-fucking-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3894448296026912060</id><published>2007-05-18T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:56:09.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regarding my English paper, this is what a teacher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You scored 23/30 for your situational writing but we are going to have to moderate the marks because it is a different paper and we'll have to bring it down to those good ones in your class. They scored around 20-21. (FUCK LA, if they scored higher I could have remained at 23 =x) I don't understand, I told your class it will either be a FORMAL letter or a report, but for yours, it was an informal letter. And you could have informed me during the exam so I could bring you elsewhere and sit for the paper again. The informal letter was excellently written but we still have to bring it down. Your composition is okay because we can mark it based on sec 4 level and you gave the topic a very good twist. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those whom are academically weak but are strong in the arts or anywhere, you know, a special talent, take for instance, my aptitude in design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polytechnics will be opening their Direct Admission Programme on 11th July. Shortlisted applicants will be asked to go for an interview plus show their portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/education/admissions/post-sec/dpa/summary-schedule/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3894448296026912060?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3894448296026912060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3894448296026912060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3894448296026912060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3894448296026912060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-for-those-whom-are-academically.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1407899496563686641</id><published>2007-05-18T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:56:13.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling better because Uncle Giraffe made me laugh earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somebody&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(basket, be glad i didn't type your name LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me to go on Habbo to give him furniture, fine lor. Since I don't play already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked out my habbo page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised my habbo turns 2 today. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkyI56PYirI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NurlBXJHm_Y/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkyI56PYirI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NurlBXJHm_Y/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065574209352665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on the radio and the lyrics are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH BUT..It has no relation to me because I don't like anybody. ^_^ Carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble - Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the getaway car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the line in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I go to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On an august day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you play it coy but it's kinda cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a wishing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you light me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you ring my bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're from outer space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every minute of my every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't believe that I'm your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever comes our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll see it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1407899496563686641?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1407899496563686641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1407899496563686641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1407899496563686641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1407899496563686641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-feeling-better-because-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkyI56PYirI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NurlBXJHm_Y/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4309087583712546506</id><published>2007-05-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:29:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.What color is your bra?&lt;br /&gt;Your colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever lie about your age?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you prefer "sensitive boys"&lt;br /&gt;or "tough guys"?&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, but not to the point of being gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you prefer blonde or dark haired&lt;br /&gt;guys?&lt;br /&gt;dark haired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you currently single?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If so, who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;...none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many things in your past do you&lt;br /&gt;regret?&lt;br /&gt;Many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you&lt;br /&gt;grow up?&lt;br /&gt;But when will I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever kissed more than two&lt;br /&gt;people in one night?&lt;br /&gt;Nahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was the last person who told&lt;br /&gt;you they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. It's either B or D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;....I can't name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever had your heart&lt;br /&gt;broken?&lt;br /&gt;No, my heart is made of diamond. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever thought about having&lt;br /&gt;plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you shop at hollister?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Has one of your friends ever&lt;br /&gt;stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Has one of your friends ever&lt;br /&gt;stabbed you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;Literally, no. Figuratively, it happens everyday. It's common, especially as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you forgive them?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have more friends that are&lt;br /&gt;girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How long have you had myspace?&lt;br /&gt;NO MYSPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever slapped a boy in the&lt;br /&gt;face?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is one of your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;ghosts, thunder, darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you the single type or the&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend girl?&lt;br /&gt;How I Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Has anyone close to you ever&lt;br /&gt;passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever cried yourself to&lt;br /&gt;sleep?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever not been able to get&lt;br /&gt;someone out of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you prefer your guy to&lt;br /&gt;be "city" or "country"?&lt;br /&gt;City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What color are your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;YOUR COLOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your screen name?&lt;br /&gt;Verbiagelover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who is your dream date?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Let's see. .....Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever had a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;about something and it turned out you&lt;br /&gt;were right?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you ever wish you were a man?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Do you think any men will open this&lt;br /&gt;just because it's labeled female quiz?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4309087583712546506?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4309087583712546506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4309087583712546506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4309087583712546506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4309087583712546506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4662098406140064088</id><published>2007-05-17T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:49:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BIG ENOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT AFTER ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:220;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F U C K     L I F E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought i can cool down and forget about it, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same person fucking pisses  me off over the same thing, AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help the people around me are not only helping(which i'm perfectly fine with btw), they contribute to the amount of stress i am facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run, but there's no place I can run to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, but there's nothing to cry about. It's the same fucking thing happening every fucking day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4662098406140064088?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4662098406140064088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4662098406140064088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4662098406140064088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4662098406140064088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6011085382063768506</id><published>2007-05-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:18:41.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a burning question to ask God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is sooooooooooooooooo fucked as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be something called a 'fairy' godfather who is supposedly making my life better but at the same time worsening it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite like a catalyst, but not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some interesting guy left a comment saying my blog is interesting o____O..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6011085382063768506?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6011085382063768506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6011085382063768506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6011085382063768506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6011085382063768506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-burning-question-to-ask-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5854312711602016425</id><published>2007-05-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:02:57.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ask me what's wrong, I'll tell you nothing is wrong. It's simply because I don't want you to know about it, not like it concerns you, but I don't think telling you will help, that's why I would rather YOU and I shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore if you don't know what it is about, please shut your hole and get yourself laid, do NOT, i repeat, DO NOT assume because it's something totally unrelated to SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;My life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it, how will you feel towards your day when the bus zooms past your face for the 2nd morning in two days consecutive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you curse, and you get into a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fuck, $2.50 plus extra surcharge cuz it's the peak period. $4.50 the moment you get in! Total = $6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this happens for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you lose your motivation and mood to do anything in school, and when the schoolbell rings, you cab home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$20&lt;/span&gt; spent on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt; in two fucking days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherfuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My dear girl, spending precious money away on useless things are not going to make you feel better. It's only the thrill of buying things. I know you get thrills from asking and getting what you want when you don't really like it, but you must stop this habit you know, you have to face the problems and not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run away&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I met the sweetest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Vivi really resmbles Fifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi, when he was younger, he loved to just sit/sleep/slack on the running wheel. Vivi is doing exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix my computer soon and upload the photos. Not gonna upload those in my phone. Close up shots of animals ought to be macro-ed for maximum viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will die someday if I don't get cured of this unhappy illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I face so many nabei-cheebye problems I don't even know the reason why I cry. I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I just die, why why why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, drop dead? Not suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5854312711602016425?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5854312711602016425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5854312711602016425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5854312711602016425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5854312711602016425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-dear-girl-spending-precious-money.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1781714529326502662</id><published>2007-05-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:41:42.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I try to be happy but I can't, I'll always revert back to the unhappy FifiGirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised shopping and buying whatever I like is not the cure. It fills up the voids, but it doesn't remove them permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tell me to cheer up and just look at the bright side of life. I tried, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like bursting into tears again because of the same reason again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the person who has annoyed the fuck out of me and made me cry trying to redeem himself.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;It has allowed me to see things from a different perspective and appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it looks uncommon and illogical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ART/DESIGN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everybody were to conform to the usual rites of life there wouldn't be anything new, there won't be any advancements in technology because there is no creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever thinks out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think this is a whole load of bull, suit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will just never have that brains, just that little bit of common sense to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish my computer will be fixed really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Photoshop and come up with some spanking nice but simple layout. Seeing so many amazing works at the bookstore yesterday has opened up my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1781714529326502662?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1781714529326502662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1781714529326502662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1781714529326502662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1781714529326502662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-has-allowed-me-to-see-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1590855669561133352</id><published>2007-05-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:53:19.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw all the insensitive fucks around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will understand the frustration I am feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1590855669561133352?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1590855669561133352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1590855669561133352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1590855669561133352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1590855669561133352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/screw-all-insensitive-fucks-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-623984505705723352</id><published>2007-05-16T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:54:28.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I..have a lot of things to buy. I wonder how much I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MUSA book - $63&lt;br /&gt;2) Heels - $40&lt;br /&gt;3) New shorts (probably the same one as somebody's present) - $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's $130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget i need about $110 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfather's bringing me to buy a new pair of Adidas, hopefully. Because I complained that the ones he got me AGES ago are seriously in very bad condition already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's $240.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to save up on my own, to get that sum of money I will need 2-3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him to buy me the shoes and complained, he said "Did I say I'm not buying?" and I jumped for joy. He said he'll also look at my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................My results are fucked lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-623984505705723352?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/623984505705723352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=623984505705723352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/623984505705723352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/623984505705723352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-684295668177735684</id><published>2007-05-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:42:01.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN IS SCREWEDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didn't call macdonalds in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shy&lt;br /&gt;2) Reluctant because I am shy&lt;br /&gt;3) I kept delaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to call only when they serve breakfast, which was 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead tired by then, so I said "Fuck it" and went to bed, for that miserable 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper today was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topics i mugged for came out, but the mark weightage sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off by the same thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I deemed retail therapy as the cure for my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to buy a new pair of heels today but i ended up buying a magazine and bath sand for my hamsters. -.-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivocity's PAGE ONE bookstore has this book in their graphic design section, called the MUSA book. It's $63. It's pure love because it features AMAZING work from alot of designers worldwide and trust me, every page is worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not so to my godfather because he doesn't think we should pay to see the works of others. Well, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is great. It serves as inspiration and it will set my mind to think if I can do the same and think of methods, GOOD WHATTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear it will keep me VERY entertained, for..hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to save up and buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-684295668177735684?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/684295668177735684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=684295668177735684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/684295668177735684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/684295668177735684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/msn-is-screweddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3922061745363261371</id><published>2007-05-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:50:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a sucker who is refusing to eat the food at home because the rice has a funny overnight smell due to the ricecooker not being cleaned of the previous overnight rice. But the rice is not spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the rice cooker, opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell greeted my nostrils and damn it, I am not hungry already. But it's just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now contemplating to call MacDonalds delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$8 plus, alot of money you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3922061745363261371?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3922061745363261371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3922061745363261371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3922061745363261371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3922061745363261371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-sucker-who-is-refusing-to-eat-food.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2019469132680444867</id><published>2007-05-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:20:26.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crappy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got totally pissed off and I broke down and cried my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried desperately to call people and tell them what's going wrong but everybody was asleep, and that explains how wtfbbq my previous entry was. I don't blame anybody for sleeping. Blame it on how desperate I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still crying, the only person online was.......Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining and all he said was "COME ON BABY, TALK TO PAPA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't mean for it to be funny, he was hoping that I would tell him what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED and yeah, i'm back to normal, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still quite fucked up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally okay now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2019469132680444867?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2019469132680444867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2019469132680444867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2019469132680444867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2019469132680444867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i_15.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3639327573682439173</id><published>2007-05-15T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:13:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family is fucked up, especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am AMAZED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not even 130am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there would be some people staying up to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WELL EVERYBODY IS DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT WHEN I AM CRYING MY EYES OUT AT THE PROBLEMS I AM FACING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING PEOPLE, AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there would be people up to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3639327573682439173?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3639327573682439173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3639327573682439173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3639327573682439173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3639327573682439173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-family-is-fucked-up-especially-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-191437970662348198</id><published>2007-05-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:10:27.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my godfather lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, i was plain kidding about asking him to give me $50 to pay me back for the phone protectors and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they only costed $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in my bank account, $50 deposited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what I did in my past life to deserve such a nice fairy-godfather. One who purely dotes on me and buys me whatever I want without thinking if his wallet actually agrees to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I am, wasting his money and my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will disappoint him like I always do with my results, which i think are going DOWNSLOPE even when my computer is spoilt. -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;s&gt;buy a Mac computer and become a game-freak&lt;/s&gt;.................try to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through this i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shouldn't focus on their negativities and on the pessimism in life. They should look at the good things they have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you don't even know when you'll die, might as well be happy and &lt;s&gt;spend money&lt;/s&gt; live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of relates to SAW II which I watched last week. The weirdo said something like people only taste the water they drink and enjoy even a walk in the park, when they realise they are dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-191437970662348198?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/191437970662348198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=191437970662348198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/191437970662348198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/191437970662348198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-godfather-lah-please.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3226047193200645882</id><published>2007-05-14T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:08:28.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The theory of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIPLOMACY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like diplomats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. Nobody is a fucking diplomat. Everybody is a fucking hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that includes me, in case you decide to say, "HA! This bitch, always say people never say herself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, i live by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I don't like you, I don't even bother interacting or SMILING at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? I mean you don't like the person, why do you bother socialising, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather use the energy needed to smile/interact with idiots to bat my eyelids fiercely at them(which people know as 'diao').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand people who tell me they dislike ABC and minutes later I see ABC and that fella sharing some joke or interacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in "Don't like, still can be friends mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prepare to get shit thrown in your face if you're a friend of mine and you're doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for guys/girls who cheat, and i have ZERO tolerance for people like that. I'm sure you'll agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine finding your boyfriend fucking another girl in your room. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3226047193200645882?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3226047193200645882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3226047193200645882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3226047193200645882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3226047193200645882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/theory-of-diplomacy-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7957657779810660113</id><published>2007-05-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:54:02.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats your name spelt backwards?:&lt;br /&gt;eeyam HAHA WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night?:&lt;br /&gt;Went out, caught a movie in a tiny room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you downloaded onto your computers?:&lt;br /&gt;Not my computer, my sister's. Themes for my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?:&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you swam in a pool?:&lt;br /&gt;...............not in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;human skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cars have you owned?:&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of music you dislike most?:&lt;br /&gt;techno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you registered to vote?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have cable?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you use?:&lt;br /&gt;Dell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever made a prank phone call?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like anyone right now?:&lt;br /&gt;No. I am as neutral as pure water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthest place you ever traveled?:&lt;br /&gt;Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite comic strip?:&lt;br /&gt;NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know all the words to the national anthem?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, morning or night?:&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month?:&lt;br /&gt;...none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pizza toppings?:&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips or popcorn?:&lt;br /&gt;chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cell phone provider do you have?:&lt;br /&gt;Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells?:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice or apple?:&lt;br /&gt;orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were the last people you sat at lunch with?:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Saturday, it was JT and Caryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite chocolate bar?:&lt;br /&gt;kinder bueno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?:&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite arcade game?:&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF THE DEAD ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ordered from an infomercial?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7-UP?:&lt;br /&gt;7-Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work?:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought at Walgreens?:&lt;br /&gt;no walgreens here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public?:&lt;br /&gt;If throwing up at the carpark downstairs counted, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?:&lt;br /&gt;For now, a millionaire. Because nobody's on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss and it's very serious and passionate for people like me :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have long hair as a young kid?:&lt;br /&gt;Sort off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What message is on your voicemail machine?:&lt;br /&gt;don't have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the name of your pet?:&lt;br /&gt;I have many. Fifi, Peachy, Vivi, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it?:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7957657779810660113?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7957657779810660113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7957657779810660113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7957657779810660113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7957657779810660113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-your-name-spelt-backwards-eeyam.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7700574614268015402</id><published>2007-05-13T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:24:10.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVI IS A GIRL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means i can name her YiYi if I like, but Vivi is nicer, though i always pronounce it as FIFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, hamster boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are trying to find that certain 'perfection'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it and eat your shit, you'll never find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid naive, gullible morons around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiots trying to criticise an individual without realising it's generalised criticism. N00B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to bitch about people, SURE! But at least make sure your stand is well-argued for. i.e At least anticipate what people who will say to oppose you and share it. NUUUUBBBBBBBBBCAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7700574614268015402?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7700574614268015402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7700574614268015402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7700574614268015402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7700574614268015402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-1217291279035488381</id><published>2007-05-13T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:01:39.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I have been doing last night :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkYApC23f0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BFjQ3tjeD_8/s1600-h/12052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkYApC23f0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BFjQ3tjeD_8/s320/12052007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063735536166338370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And this is how adorable that Vivi(i've changed its name again) is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkYAvi23f1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1lmVkGDDdS8/s1600-h/12052007%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkYAvi23f1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1lmVkGDDdS8/s320/12052007%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063735647835488082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-1217291279035488381?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/1217291279035488381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=1217291279035488381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1217291279035488381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/1217291279035488381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-what-i-have-been-doing-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkYApC23f0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BFjQ3tjeD_8/s72-c/12052007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3684817859492236328</id><published>2007-05-13T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:29:28.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 3 things in your purse/bag/pocket.&lt;br /&gt;- wallet, pouch of neccessities, hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you do when you're really&lt;br /&gt;stressed.&lt;br /&gt;- EAT, CRY, .......basically isolating myself and keeping quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 favorite places to shop.&lt;br /&gt;- Bugis Street, yes, i am a cheapskate. Errrrr.....nowhere in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;3 favorite fruits:&lt;br /&gt;- Apple grape ....and i dont know, tomatoes?&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is in the house with you?&lt;br /&gt;- mom and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Belinda. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose birthday is next?&lt;br /&gt;- Er let's see. Jiefeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you were with right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody, except my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did u sms last?&lt;br /&gt;- Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;- In your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;- To my left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt&lt;br /&gt;you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the last place you took a&lt;br /&gt;ride to?&lt;br /&gt;- To your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in your house are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Cheesy pork chop spaghetti. Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Light pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the closest item near you that&lt;br /&gt;is blue?&lt;br /&gt;- NOTHING, EXCEPT BLUE PEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- White black pink silver gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of surgery have you had?&lt;br /&gt;- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear more jeans or shorts?&lt;br /&gt;- Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- If an old movie called SAW II counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you currently hear?&lt;br /&gt;- P.Diddy Ft Keyshia Cole "Last night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- I dreamt of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you start school?&lt;br /&gt;- when i was five years old, to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- August 7th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last go to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;-  5 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you bought a&lt;br /&gt;pair of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;- AGES, EONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last burn a candle?&lt;br /&gt;- ..cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see your dad?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see your mom?&lt;br /&gt;- She is beside me now&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see your best friend&lt;br /&gt;(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- A very very short while ago, less than 2 days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3684817859492236328?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3684817859492236328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3684817859492236328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3684817859492236328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3684817859492236328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/name-3-things-in-your-pursebagpocket.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6643531600857041871</id><published>2007-05-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:11:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a spanking good time today but I am lazy to elaborate because I am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jinteck and Caryn at BMC, went to the library to study. That's if you consider reading just act 1 scene 4 of the Macbeth text, without memorising anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the girl he used to be crazy over. I used to hope I could just meet her and see how pretty she actually is. Today, after I have totally stopped giving a damn to him, I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEY, not pretty one lor. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to tiong while JT left, met Raymond. Wanted to watch 200 Pounds Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to town and met JF later, but the tickets were sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BORED, we rented a tiny room to watch SAW II. The room had 2 computers as well and this girl forgot to sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and disturbed the contacts in the girl's account. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAW II is very very very gory and I kept covering my eyes, but looking back, I enjoyed the gore. Sick but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at HK Cafe. THE FOOD IS AWESOMEEHHHHHHHHH I'm so going to bring my godfather there, if he is willing to go to such crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really appreciate the ride home. Thank you Caryn. ^_^ and Caryn Papa, Mama, Didi. ...Something very retarded happened. Because I was on the phone with Belinda I didn't pay attention while going in the car. And i banged my head. HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Caryn's Kor's Gf's hamster, I don't know if it is a guy or a girl. His/her sexual organs are too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to give it an unisex name, BELBEL. I have not confirmed yet. Maybe I will come up with something ridiculous like...FifiJunior(But that's PEACHYBOY's side name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peachy thinks I don't love him already. He's so wrong. I love all of them. Except that I have 3 cages to clean every weekend. Peachy, another hamster, UN-NAMED and 'BelBel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other hamster has no name because I don't know her at all. She always bites me, so there's hardly any bond. I hate it when I have such relations with hamsters because it's hard to love them if there's no bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, please do not kill me if i sms you and after waiting for hours for your reply, I ask the same question again because my phone seems to be having problems letting people receive my messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6643531600857041871?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6643531600857041871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6643531600857041871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6643531600857041871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6643531600857041871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-spanking-good-time-today-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5512598735527554171</id><published>2007-05-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:10:41.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still very angry with the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family over friends, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't even understand me when they're my fucking family members, how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when my anger starts to rear it's ugly head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just jealous. You'll always be wondering why the fuck am I always above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll forever be complaining that i'm doing it on purpose, well, it's substantially true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you ASKED and DARED me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's once again, like the many fucktards out there who asked for shit, received them, and then go on to lament that they got shit in their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look, if you asked for it, live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that motherfucking woman is trying to atone for what she has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked me noodles for breakfast, and is apparently trying to get me to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY 'MOM', I'm so fucking angry I don't think I'll ever talk to you nicely. I yell back as a reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5512598735527554171?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5512598735527554171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5512598735527554171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5512598735527554171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5512598735527554171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-very-angry-with-both-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8625595144565744180</id><published>2007-05-12T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:02:47.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All angst-y entries removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8625595144565744180?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8625595144565744180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8625595144565744180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8625595144565744180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8625595144565744180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-angst-y-entries-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6930549686359235960</id><published>2007-05-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:33:47.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something random to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking forgot, I missed the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH SORRY BUDDY =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I still don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the one, like seriously? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vertical Horizon - Everything you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's speaking, it's already coming in&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's rising in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;You never could get it unless you were fed it&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here, and you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But under skinned knees and the skid marks&lt;br /&gt;Past the places where you used to learn&lt;br /&gt;You howl and listen, listen and wait for&lt;br /&gt;The echoes of angels who won't return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything you want, he's everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone to put you together&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone to push you away&lt;br /&gt;There's always another wound to discover&lt;br /&gt;There's always something more you wish he'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything you want, he's everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind&lt;br /&gt;It's only what you're asking for&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be just fine with all of your time&lt;br /&gt;It's only what you're waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the island and into the highway&lt;br /&gt;Past the places where you might have turned&lt;br /&gt;You never did notice, but you still hide away&lt;br /&gt;Anger of angels who won't return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything you want, he's everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am everything you want, I am everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;I say all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;br /&gt;But I mean nothing to you, and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6930549686359235960?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6930549686359235960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6930549686359235960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6930549686359235960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6930549686359235960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8625091401178235255</id><published>2007-05-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:54:33.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not in a good mood, so I shall guailan + dont care + talk cock, all i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I want, I literally open my mouth and I get it, all within a week, or maximum, a MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like my spendthrift ways? I like leh, I got the money to waste, what can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading my blog then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are you still here? Are you sick or what? You feel good as you get more and more upset reading my blog right? Okay, let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this arrogant attitude of mine. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it, what can you do? Give me a slap, trust me, I can still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if i like, maybe get my god-of-fortune to find a lawyer and sue you, in the most extreme cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the money, I like what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't enjoy the luxury I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people want to challenge with me my english marks. You guys are so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People top, you not happy, want to chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know, you were always so far away, you never ever caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE LEH, CANNOT ISIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you cheated for, I can simply ask and have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting any gadget seriously was never a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8625091401178235255?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8625091401178235255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8625091401178235255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8625091401178235255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8625091401178235255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-not-in-good-mood-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2153248419071863692</id><published>2007-05-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:42:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the concern regarding the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I enjoyed more, was the attention showered on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fuck's sake the question is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of finding out &lt;br /&gt;1) The question&lt;br /&gt;2) What I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teachers reassured fair marking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you all please think before you speak? Stupid moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult me for fuck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2153248419071863692?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2153248419071863692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2153248419071863692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2153248419071863692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2153248419071863692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-be-honest-i-feel-very-insulted.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-186918098348326299</id><published>2007-05-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:18:01.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a very happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them and went to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn fun at ToysRUs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT was looking at toys, so A, C and myself decided to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE RAN AND HID, but we didn't know JT was behind us. So he boo-ed us and all of us screamed and died on the floor, DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired lahhhh, thus i'm lazy to blog in detail, but really I enjoyed myself to the max today. Thank-kee-you to all. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even happier because they've agreed to buy me E65. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-186918098348326299?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/186918098348326299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=186918098348326299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/186918098348326299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/186918098348326299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-very-happy-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7027729486703993824</id><published>2007-05-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:21:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My english paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover page stated SEC 4 EXPRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the 2nd sheet behind was wrongly stapled. I didn't spare a thought it thinking the page had a problem, because THE COVER PAGE said sec 4 express what. I thought it was merely stapling error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the paper wasn't from Sec 3 NA as well, I don't know where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I can't re-test, they'll just mark according. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HAHA THAT WAY FUCKERS CAN STOP COMPARING MARKS WITH ME YAYYYYY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you want to ask stupid questions like why did i realise it after the paper is over, HOW I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover page said sec 4 express already, what you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7027729486703993824?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7027729486703993824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7027729486703993824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7027729486703993824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7027729486703993824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-english-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5490594893353720097</id><published>2007-05-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:33:41.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fifi is bored, and I came up with that. It's not referring to anybody, just...a...piece of writing to warm me up for the paper later. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Crimson red roses lay gently against the gray, worn out stone slab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dried leaves beneath my feet cracked into pieces as knelt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, a long, long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember vividly how my heart skipped a beat when I first saw you. You're like the Sun, and I'm the coldness of the night. Warmth that radiated from you enveloped me. I was drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the cause for the tears that flow so freely at night as I gaze at the moon and stars, wishing you were one of them. The only one I want to behold beautiful sights of lights at a harbour with. Logic and reasoning is lost in the realm of you, the variant of love. With each glimpse of you, my heart twitches uncomfortably as I try to make you notice me, the girl that blends in with the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as the moon peeps behind the huge willow, making the branches seem visible in the dead of the night, I was wishing you would live, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5490594893353720097?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5490594893353720097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5490594893353720097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5490594893353720097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5490594893353720097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/fifi-is-bored-and-i-came-up-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6875413287205719827</id><published>2007-05-09T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:03:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored. Yes I keep doing surveys nowadays. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What Curse Word Do You Use The Most?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do You Own An Ipod?&lt;br /&gt;No. Ipods are overrated, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which Person On Your Featured Friend&lt;br /&gt;List Do You Talk To The Most?&lt;br /&gt;Belinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What Time Is Your Alarm Clock Set&lt;br /&gt;To?&lt;br /&gt;530am everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You Want To Fall In Love?&lt;br /&gt;....I AM in love, with a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do You Wear Flip-Flops When It's&lt;br /&gt;Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would You Rather Take The Picture&lt;br /&gt;Or Be In The Picture?&lt;br /&gt;Be in it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What Was The Last Movie You Watched?&lt;br /&gt;...Shit, i cant remember. Er, it's either no.23 or 40 year old virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do Any Of Your Friends Have&lt;br /&gt;Children?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Has Anyone Ever Called You Lazy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did You Ever Take Medication To&lt;br /&gt;Help You Fall Asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What Cd Is Currently In Your Cd&lt;br /&gt;Player?&lt;br /&gt;No CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do You Prefer Regular Or Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Milk?&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Has Anyone Told You A Secret This&lt;br /&gt;Week?&lt;br /&gt;..yeah, they confessed their love for me. HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When Was The Last Time You Had&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;..Ages ago. I don't like starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Can You Whistle?&lt;br /&gt;nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do You Have A Trampoline In Your&lt;br /&gt;Back Yard?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have either a trampoline or backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do You Think People Talk about you&lt;br /&gt;behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;Human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did You Watch Cartoons As A Child?&lt;br /&gt;No, i watched porn. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What Movie Do You Know Every Line&lt;br /&gt;To?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is There Anything Wrong With Girls&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Girls?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do You Own Any Band T-Shirts?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What Is Your Favorite Salad&lt;br /&gt;Dressing?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is Anyone In Love With You?&lt;br /&gt;..Belinda ah. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do You Do Your Own Dishes??&lt;br /&gt;hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever Cried In Public?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are You On A Desktop Computer Or A&lt;br /&gt;Lap Top?&lt;br /&gt;Desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are You Currently Wanting Any&lt;br /&gt;Piercings Or Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;I want a nape piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would You Ever Date Anyone Covered&lt;br /&gt;In Tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What Did You Do Before This?&lt;br /&gt;Bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When was the last time u slept on&lt;br /&gt;the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How Many Hours Of Sleep Do You&lt;br /&gt;Need To Function?&lt;br /&gt;4 hours and it's enough to keep me energetic the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are Your Days Full And Fast Paced?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do You Eat Breakfast Daily?&lt;br /&gt;Noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do You Pay Attention To The&lt;br /&gt;Calories In The Packg?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Yes why not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are You Picky About Spelling And&lt;br /&gt;Grammar?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have You Ever Gotten Beat up?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do You Get Along Better With The&lt;br /&gt;Same Sex Or The Opposite?&lt;br /&gt;Both, it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do You Sleep On Your Side,&lt;br /&gt;Stomach, Or Back?&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do You Watch The news?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How Did You Get three Of Your&lt;br /&gt;Scars?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who Was The Last Person To Make&lt;br /&gt;You Mad?&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6875413287205719827?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6875413287205719827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6875413287205719827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6875413287205719827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6875413287205719827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4041674188412764631</id><published>2007-05-09T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:43:23.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkHN6C23fyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XXxJeAX8f2o/s1600-h/01_e65_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkHN6C23fyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XXxJeAX8f2o/s320/01_e65_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062553853224255266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept taking the model phone out at the Singtel shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sliding it open for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left, my hand was still mimicking the sliding action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, I borrowed JinTeck's handphone and kept sliding the phone open and close open and close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am so lucky to ever have it, I will save up and bring it to G*Mask to modify my phone, stick crystals and all. Because by then everybody will have it, since everyone wants to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!~!~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4041674188412764631?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4041674188412764631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4041674188412764631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4041674188412764631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4041674188412764631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-fucking-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RkHN6C23fyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XXxJeAX8f2o/s72-c/01_e65_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3022612804058557284</id><published>2007-05-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:53:45.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths and Physics killed me, well well, cliche as it sounds, "WHO ASK YOU NEVER STUDY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, yah lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;By the way, I fucking lost my EZ link again, this is the 3rd or 4th time All hail me.&lt;/s&gt; And i'm dying of guilt because whenever I lose stuff like this, I don't bear the consequences. My godfather always pays the replacement fee. &lt;_____&lt; happy =" Another" sad =" NAGGINGs/Scoldings/Guilt" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true love because I..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really like it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had alot of fun today, despite the horrible papers. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pet Safari today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend hours in that shop, looking at hamsters and hamster products. I wouldn't say I like all kinds of animals, but I am generally an animal-lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me, why don't I become a vet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I lack the intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i can do is to design with Photoshop and hopefully improve on my own like how I did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something very random to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the people I dislike win something, be it a cheapskate $2 cardboard box found in Daiso or some expensive gadget like the LG Chocolate, I will off course say negative things, because I feel negative towards the winner, DUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not act LIKE a saint and say no matter how much we hate a person, we still must be happy for them when something good happens to them. It RARELY happens. If it applies to anybody I know then my name isn't Lee May Ee. It's Fucking Horny Mayee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, morons will say I am eating sour grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my P.O.V, I most certainly do not think this way, it's a very warped reason but no matter how screwed it is, my reason is this : Why should I be jealous? I can also ask for it or work for it, or maybe win it too. But then again, I wouldn't want to use the same thing the people I dislike use. Probably something even better/different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3022612804058557284?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3022612804058557284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3022612804058557284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3022612804058557284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3022612804058557284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/maths-and-physics-killed-me-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2401005506371863290</id><published>2007-05-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:21:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;x ..With. Although i know without feels better. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer black or blue pens?&lt;br /&gt;x Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;x once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to travel?&lt;br /&gt;x yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Someone?&lt;br /&gt;x No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know?&lt;br /&gt;x 'They' don't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;x PEACHYBOYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;x Yes, I SAY I CHIO MEANS I CHIO. AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;x NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;x If i ever do, to the guy i love, DUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good student?&lt;br /&gt;x I'm your typical average kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;x im calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated?? Been cheated&lt;br /&gt;on?&lt;br /&gt;x Nuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace?&lt;br /&gt;x singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas or Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;x Christmas, but hey, it doesnt have much diff actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored or black-and-white photo?&lt;br /&gt;x Coloured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;x I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;x No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;x Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself the life of&lt;br /&gt;the party?&lt;br /&gt;x no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;x i dont like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make fun of people?&lt;br /&gt;x All the fucking time =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think dreams eventually come&lt;br /&gt;true?&lt;br /&gt;x Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fictional character?&lt;br /&gt;x ...Huraffes. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the movies or rent?&lt;br /&gt;x go to the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;x no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;x no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;x Fine, windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;x Months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the&lt;br /&gt;phone?&lt;br /&gt;x Godfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered?&lt;br /&gt;x An hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud or soft music?&lt;br /&gt;x Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;x Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;x night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano or guitar?&lt;br /&gt;x Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future job?&lt;br /&gt;x Graphic designer / Copywriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current job?&lt;br /&gt;x None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current read?&lt;br /&gt;x NO I'VE STOPPED READING =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current longing?&lt;br /&gt;x Nokia E65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;x ...nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;x Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;x Kokokrunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;x kokokrunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing you are looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to?&lt;br /&gt;x Buying new phone =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;x FM Static - Tonight (WTF why is this song always playing at the time I do surveys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;x STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;x mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a lyric, any lyric or song?&lt;br /&gt;x Let's go to the park, I want to kiss you underneath the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2401005506371863290?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2401005506371863290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2401005506371863290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2401005506371863290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2401005506371863290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleep-with-or-without-clothes-on-x.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5001069778144969010</id><published>2007-05-08T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:43:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck everybody for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog, maybe because I am so bloody tired now I'm off to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, picture this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stepped out of the lift at your block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....You looked down, and saw a decapitated cockroach. HECK, ITS HEAD WAS MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All squashed, eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the horror. I "EEE"-ed in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, midnight, I went to the kitchen. I heard a sound, a sound of something going into a container of water to my left. My acute hearing tells me "A lizard has just dived into it,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my amusement and amazement, there was a lizard inside. My eyes were directly above the tub of water, apparently fascinated that this creature resembled its relative, the crocodile. It's able to go underwater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watched, for 3 seconds, before that fucking thing decided to stun me and it just JUMPED OUT of the water and landed on the floor, right beside my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more surveys to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm not easy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do wear make up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I walk by mirrors, I can't&lt;br /&gt;help but look.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear toe nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cried at a movie theater&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've purposely talked to a&lt;br /&gt;guy my boyfriend didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate covered pretzels&lt;br /&gt;[x] Getting a flower makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;especially for no reason.  ( YES YES totally. If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the hate of my life ever gives me flowers I think i'll change my mind and marry him. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muacks dear&lt;/span&gt;" AHAHHA)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wrecked a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't put mascara on without&lt;br /&gt;opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'd do anything for a special&lt;br /&gt;guy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think Johnny Depp is hot in&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten suspended&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rock.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I like rap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like techno&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry a purse.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a "party girl".&lt;br /&gt;[x] I did own a Spice&lt;br /&gt;girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I did own a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Football isn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love athletic boys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love skater boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love ghetto boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love emo boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love BOYS&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sweet guys are better than hot&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been called a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lip gloss is better than&lt;br /&gt;lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;makeup.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a bitch. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games, even&lt;br /&gt;when there are other people around.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My friends are the best, and&lt;br /&gt;they're important to me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I really want to be with a&lt;br /&gt;certain someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke way too much&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo or I want one&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been to more than 5&lt;br /&gt;concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;[01] Is there anyone you like at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;I am neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Have you ever given or been given&lt;br /&gt;roses?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] What is your all-time favorite&lt;br /&gt;romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;...It has got to be..the princess diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] How many times have you honestly&lt;br /&gt;been in love?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you believe that everyone has a&lt;br /&gt;soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Do you think that you should put&lt;br /&gt;your friends first?&lt;br /&gt;friends over love, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Have you ever had your heart&lt;br /&gt;broken?&lt;br /&gt;...No, my heart is made of diamond. ...Duh, it's always broken. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] What do you think about&lt;br /&gt;long-distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never have the maturity to handle them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Your thoughts on online&lt;br /&gt;relationships?&lt;br /&gt;no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Would you rather date someone five&lt;br /&gt;years older or five years younger?&lt;br /&gt;5 years older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Have you ever seen a friend as&lt;br /&gt;more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Do you believe the&lt;br /&gt;statement, "Once&lt;br /&gt;a cheater always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll pamper HER or abuse HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you usually fall for the right&lt;br /&gt;boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Black White Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] What are your views on gay&lt;br /&gt;marriages?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Imagine you're 79 &amp;amp; your spouse&lt;br /&gt;just died, would you re-marry?&lt;br /&gt;No, definitely. Marriage = sex&lt;br /&gt;Sex at 79 = HEART ATTACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am crappy. Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] At what age did you start noticing&lt;br /&gt;the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;The moment i had my eyes opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] What song do you want to hear at&lt;br /&gt;your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;National anthem. MUAHAHA er...hamster song? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Do you think that someone likes u?&lt;br /&gt;...I leave it to my friends to answer. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5001069778144969010?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5001069778144969010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5001069778144969010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5001069778144969010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5001069778144969010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-luck-everybody-for-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-909695078326988230</id><published>2007-05-08T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:55:05.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ ] I Talk A LOT when I get really&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish. (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep in a room if the&lt;br /&gt;door is open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]I can't sleep in a room if the door&lt;br /&gt;is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dont kill bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped and fell in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real&lt;br /&gt;conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have worn pajamas to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want a better job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like multiple people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have smoked a pack in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cough drops when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a lot of scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider&lt;br /&gt;in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am not comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games when I'm&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed and had some type of&lt;br /&gt;beverage come out of my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an&lt;br /&gt;elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts on&lt;br /&gt;purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drank a whole gallon of milk in&lt;br /&gt;one hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Crashed into a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who&lt;br /&gt;didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New&lt;br /&gt;Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slept with a co-worker, and/or&lt;br /&gt;employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a list of people you want to&lt;br /&gt;kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ridden in a car over 400 miles in&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked purposely into traffic with&lt;br /&gt;your eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Liked someone even though you knew&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought of someone a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hate the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-589019906987773734</id><published>2007-05-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:28:22.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No point buying a new phone if everybody has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I shall wait for the $1.8k phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-589019906987773734?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/589019906987773734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4041015060693243368</id><published>2007-05-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:20:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we are utterly engrossed in an online game, although we know it is so virtual, we tend to abandon the realist in ourselves and go forth and immerse ourselves in that fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet 'awesome' people, we find them so alike and we can get along because we are both equally absorbed into the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when one of the players lose interest, it's like losing the bond you have with your in-game friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the realist in us strikes back, "Aiya, who ask you! You know very well online friends play a marginal role in your life after all,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I really can't keep them for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very good friend, I think we even planned meeting up after he returns from his studies overseas. Over that 2 years we lost contact, and I 'found' him again, but we totally drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he's finally back in Singapore. But I am not even bothered to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Peachy is dying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Fifi died, his sleeping posture changed. Sometimes he appears to look SO DEAD but actually he's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is happening to my Peachy baby now. &lt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4041015060693243368?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4041015060693243368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4041015060693243368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4041015060693243368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4041015060693243368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-we-are-utterly-engrossed-in-online.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7905365756903881041</id><published>2007-05-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:07:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWHAWHAHWHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a generally good day today, although there were some bumps during Chinese lesson and I almost lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger I felt just now had to do with nobody, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random : I love Miss Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sort of agreed to buy me the Sirocco Gold phone.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I want the $1.8k phone, gold plated, 18 carat gold.&lt;br /&gt;Him : ..I buy you the shit plated one, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i do well during my prelims or something. MUAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, we're trying to find cheaper alternatives to buy the e65 because it's close to $700 everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the phone is currently very high on demand, so it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT OF STOCK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I have 2 alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather : What?&lt;br /&gt;Me : 1) Buy me Chanel Sunglasses, $650. Or the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather : ...Crazy. I rather buy the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS HOW...i sort of sealed my deal. LMAO =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me personally if you want to know who Miss Fuckface is. I really hate her pretentious self. I mean, don't like the person, just flame her. &lt;s&gt;Like me&lt;/s&gt;, no need to be so sarcastic to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for her......boyfriend. (LOL wth he just signed in =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like your girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the bold parts, i SWEAR i'm not interested in him. How is it possible when he is shorter than me. AWWWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7905365756903881041?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7905365756903881041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7905365756903881041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7905365756903881041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7905365756903881041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/awhawhahwha.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5740740854939429302</id><published>2007-05-07T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:33:53.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to a boy/girl you like?&lt;br /&gt;YES, I TALKED TO BELINDA. If it's in 'that' context, no lah duh. I don't even have anybody in mind in the very first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn anything new?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always learning something new. it's just remembering it that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;NO, NEVER. HAHAHAHA =X No, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last Person Who-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Was in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;PeachyBoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. I think Fifi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Dewi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to the mall with you?&lt;br /&gt;Belinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You showered with?&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Right at this very moment : Trent + Jf + MR.S.V, sorry i cant reveal =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;BELINDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--General stuff--&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite location?&lt;br /&gt;..Anywhere. It's the people that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you most scared of this second?&lt;br /&gt;Mid years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;everyone fucking likes me. &lt;-- LOL i love the previous previous person's answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like being around people?&lt;br /&gt;people i like, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever cried?&lt;br /&gt;No, i wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you lonely right now?&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;FM Static - Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Been on radio/TV?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ever dated someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What color shirt do you have on now?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name three things that you do every day?&lt;br /&gt;talk to hamster, play with hamster, feed hamster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;$55...........to be deposited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;If i wasn't i wouldnt be doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. whats your favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who got you to join Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;haven't joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Wish someone was next to you this morning when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What web site do you visit the most?&lt;br /&gt;Blogs i like such as ohamsters and beautifuk @ blogspots.com OOH, Daphne's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;I CANT REMEMBER, AWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHAT IS YOUR DISPLAY NAME ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;Verbiagelover. Private message....(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHERE WAS YOUR DEFAULT PICTURE TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHATS YOUR HEADLINE MEAN?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELL YOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;How they felt about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHATS YOUR CURRENT MOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. RAIN OR SNOW????&lt;br /&gt;rain loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW ARE THINGS IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, AND CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. EVER HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;yea, almost got banged.......&lt;s&gt;by a giraffe&lt;/s&gt; by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE SONG THAT'S STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHO DID YOU COPY AND PASTE THIS FROM?&lt;br /&gt;some sad fsck on blogger. my sister to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. HAVE YOU EVER SANG IN FRONT OF A LARGE AUDIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Size matters. HAHAHA.....looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY ORDER FROM STARBUCKS?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like star&lt;s&gt;f&lt;/s&gt;bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU STILL WATCH KIDDY MOVIES OR TV SHOWS?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU HAVE BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded "FUCK YOU GO AWAY" by a giraffe whose parents just got poached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;mainly english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IS THERE SOMEONE/SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND NOW?&lt;br /&gt;definitely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT HURTS YOU AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your most recent 'ex' and You are&lt;br /&gt;ah, thank goodness for quotation marks. we are fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to&lt;br /&gt;Cassie - Me and You remix feat P.Diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost my respect for&lt;br /&gt;my dad. sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I last ate&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. with rum. hooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I smell&lt;br /&gt;funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Someday..&lt;br /&gt;i will.........die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Politically, I believe&lt;br /&gt;there shouldn't be politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Love seems to..&lt;br /&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to lose&lt;br /&gt;... too many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My myspace is&lt;br /&gt;non-existent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed at&lt;br /&gt;mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are&lt;br /&gt;depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are&lt;br /&gt;depends on who you are kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I&lt;br /&gt;kept laughing and getting irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I hope&lt;br /&gt;you'll have a rotten day. thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5740740854939429302?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5740740854939429302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5740740854939429302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5740740854939429302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5740740854939429302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4656807428890520939</id><published>2007-05-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:21:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I face 2 conspiring + biased bitches at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see fuckers in school too, and practically everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cues Michelle Branch's "Everywhere" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;______________________&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3041115479524335051</id><published>2007-05-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:17:17.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U TEACHING ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SO MUCH SICK THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOR HOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YOU WHORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOR HOR YOU WHORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;o h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;aosphfo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;ahfdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I WHERE GOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;TEACH U BAD THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SEX EDUCATION IS GOOD OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O.O..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i can impress my husband in futureHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;THE WORD IMPRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME TINK OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;DEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U CAN DEPRESS UR HUSBAND NEXT TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o.o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SIT ON TOP OF HIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHD o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'impressed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;then after i do my thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;phdaophdaopHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;aHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'depressed' lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3041115479524335051?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3041115479524335051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3041115479524335051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3041115479524335051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3041115479524335051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/verbiagelover-ill-strangle-you-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2590401676158128670</id><published>2007-05-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:04:55.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That corny "I touch myself" song which Trent happily downloaded and sent me...i don't know how it ended in my sister's media library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be thinking I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my godfather was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Have you registered your mp3?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh..havent.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Like that how to send for repair? Don't have proof that you got the warranty you know. You should have registered it asap bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...nvm what, got the box.&lt;br /&gt;Him : And yeah. Old man very easy to bluff people. I can always ask them how to register on a computer, what is a computer, why no card, and all sorts of stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : I've checked the phone already. The guy said can upgrade plan to 3G plan, around $40.&lt;br /&gt;Me : That's good what, get it lah. I won't use 3g.&lt;br /&gt;Him : I trust other people but not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a..very, drifty sunday. I always hibernate on sundays. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am in love with the Nokia E65. It's like how I fell in love with my bag. Walk pass the shops, see it on display, and then like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S SO GODDAMNED EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2590401676158128670?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2590401676158128670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2590401676158128670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2590401676158128670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2590401676158128670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-corny-i-touch-myself-song-which.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3380757673002397394</id><published>2007-05-06T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:41:38.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ne Yo - Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-FdoZdfpmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-FdoZdfpmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Want to, but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;just kinda stuck between my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;and what is real&lt;br /&gt;I need it when I want it&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I don't&lt;br /&gt;tell myself "I'll stop" every day&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem and I&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;even If I didn't I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I would quit but I doubt it, I’m&lt;br /&gt;takin' by the thought of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;baby you have become my addiction&lt;br /&gt;I’m so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;I can barely move&lt;br /&gt;but I'm likin' it&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because&lt;br /&gt;never get enough&lt;br /&gt;she’s the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;think of it every second&lt;br /&gt;I can't get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;only concern is the next time&lt;br /&gt;I’m gon get me some&lt;br /&gt;know I should stay away from&lt;br /&gt;cause its no good for me&lt;br /&gt;I try and try but my obsession&lt;br /&gt;wont let me leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I got a problem and I&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;even If I did I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I would quit but I doubt it, I’m&lt;br /&gt;taking by the thought of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;baby you have become my addiction&lt;br /&gt;I am so strung out on you&lt;br /&gt;I can barely move&lt;br /&gt;but I'm likin' it&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;all because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;never get enough&lt;br /&gt;shes the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't no doubt&lt;br /&gt;so strung out&lt;br /&gt;ain't no doubt&lt;br /&gt;so strung out&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;never get enough&lt;br /&gt;she's the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;she's the sweetest drug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3380757673002397394?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3380757673002397394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3380757673002397394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3380757673002397394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3380757673002397394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/ne-yo-because-of-you-verse-1-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3706883688330876927</id><published>2007-05-05T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:12:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my previous entry was damn emo, but immediately after posting it, Trent came(oh god it sounds wrong already) and I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the chat logs, but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Check out Divinyls - I touch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story to why we heard that song last night and laughed our asses off. Go check out the lyrics and the song. TRUST ME, YOU WILL FIND IT AMUSING, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..from what I can remember, we said bye to each other for like 7 times before I finally went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I said I'm tired, we would say bye and all, and SOMEHOW we just find something funny, when there isn't. So we would end up laughing, and this just keeps repeating. It was so bad, the 7th time, i finally signed out, but I was STILL LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Trent "Man, I came 4 times within an hour!" or something like that. HAHAHHA our idea of cum = Spamming in laughter, as in, REALLY LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were supposed to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we ended up doing&lt;br /&gt;1) Visiting Changi Airport and stopping their escalators&lt;br /&gt;2) Flying kites&lt;br /&gt;3) Eating steamboat&lt;br /&gt;4) And having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone has miraculously recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I DONT CARE, i want e65. $650 without contract, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about what happened last night. It didn't happen because I was in a bad mood. It happened, when i was feeling 'neutral', so whatever's negative, well, it's plain negative. I was emotionless, so nothing could ever contribute to that outburst I had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3706883688330876927?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3706883688330876927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3706883688330876927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3706883688330876927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3706883688330876927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-my-previous-entry-was-damn-emo_05.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5054383635739015558</id><published>2007-05-05T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:40:30.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want is to have people telling me things I'm not interested to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already so bored, so no point talking to me about what happened to you bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....But he doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was SO excited to go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke. -.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I finally know, opposites don't attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girls always fall for the jerks. Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5054383635739015558?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5054383635739015558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5054383635739015558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5054383635739015558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5054383635739015558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-of-you-are-over-reacting-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5751053363579435828</id><published>2007-05-05T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:04:59.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't love me enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hate me enough.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I don't want to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz my sister's being a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12AM&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can I use? (The computer)&lt;br /&gt;Sister : So late already, go to sleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : .. you also use it at this time, or even later what.&lt;br /&gt;Sister : Well it's like "Mine" what, you do the same to your computer also.&lt;br /&gt;Me : EXACTLY, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;Sister : Go and fix your computer lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : It's not within my control this time, I'VE ASKED THEM TO.&lt;br /&gt;Sister : Eh? I thought you always get what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH DOH! Fucking even said she'll be waiting to see my new handphone. Erm actually I am not very confident of getting it within May but I know i'll have it...i dont know when. Godfather says after holidays. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like, if you don't want me to use(as evident from the plug being hidden ftw), just say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was so beautiful. Reminds me of the moon-gazing session. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5751053363579435828?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5751053363579435828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5751053363579435828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5751053363579435828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5751053363579435828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-dont-love-me-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7840012192639745124</id><published>2007-05-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:39:14.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling crappy so I shall write nonsense. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING in this entry is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with a graphic designer. Actually, I know I always say my criteria is fucking high and he must have looks bla bla bla...... But if he's really a designer, and he's much much better than me at it, WOOOOOT my dream has come true. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished my godfather still had his job, because I can therefore spend more money(duh) and really point and get whatever I want. Life was like that for me when he had a job and TRUE: I really miss life like that, asking to go on a holiday, and really go. Casually saying I want a new phone, and really having it.. However, it screws up my character, and as if it is not screwed up enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am materialistic when I am insane, as in angry, but alright when i'm alright, and maybe even FRUGAL, if i am upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry A.L, that hotttttttt prolific designer. But he's 11 years older than me. I used to say I'm marrying him when I'm 18/19, or right after i get a diploma in design. Then our kids will be 'designer kids' and we'll be a happy designing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God I can't believe I said those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never ever made sense, do they? How much sense is there when everybody will probably be like WTF and hate me for being such a spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random but it's from my heart : I love Belinda =XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7840012192639745124?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7840012192639745124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7840012192639745124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7840012192639745124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7840012192639745124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-feeling-crappy-so-i-shall-write.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5499448079110214661</id><published>2007-05-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:14:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all those meeting me tomorrow, I don't know if I'll see you guys online, because right now nobody is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just confirm a time with me and sms me by today, because I won't have my handphone with me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5499448079110214661?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5499448079110214661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5499448079110214661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5499448079110214661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5499448079110214661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-all-those-meeting-me-tomorrow-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-9154274597333520651</id><published>2007-05-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:20:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......Today was the best day in 2007, in terms of LAUGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even better than Trent and Mayee's "Greatest HAs." This is probably our "Greatest HAHAs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only post a few. The whole chunk is enough to kill just with SCROLLING. Oh he also said if we were to sms, and each sms was only a 'sentence' of our spammings, our phone bills will hit 4 digits. LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Strangulation will get you expelled, boys and girls. So don't ever do it unless you are..... (1,2,3) A GIRAFFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;year 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;poly guys and girls are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he go touch their ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;their, as in girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to touch his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he say no feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;then the girl was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;U NO FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*SLAPS BACK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IF I WAS THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HEY BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;u noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHY U SO LAME ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o.o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;wad i would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;if i was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HSUT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FLAP UR EARS DOWN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;i would flap down my ears, dick slap him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHA&lt;br /&gt;hopashdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O.O...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;p ahDPH OPAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;APPRENTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;HA Dpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I'LL STRANGLE HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY NECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;DEN I'LL GET BANNED FROM POLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) NECK/THROAT INFECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;i went doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;to get mc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;coz today nvr go sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;did he check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;fake one la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how long ur long was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OKOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;DEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;neck infectionfp]a jspo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;dhaspo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;THROAT INFECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;THE SAME LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;ONE IS INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;ONE IS OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NECK INFECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;L O L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SOUNDS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I DEEP THROAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;OP&lt;br /&gt;hasdo hdop has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DEEP THROAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;[dhsao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) "I want to bang your dickhead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I, GIRAFFE CHUA, HEREBY VOW..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o.o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FAMILY OF BELOVED HURAFFES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT TODAY SHALL BE THE LAST DAY I SMOKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAFOP h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;apo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FOR THE SAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OF OUR KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AND THEIR GENDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;ahdaoHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LATER ALL FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AOH idsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PEOPLE SAY I DUNNO HOW TO 'SHENG'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHA OMG OMG OMG LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NOT DUNNO HOW TO GIVE BIRTH MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SHENG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;GIVE BIRTH SO EASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;POOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;REMINDS ME OF UR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SHENG QIAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SHENG HAI ZI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WHERE GOT PPLE WILL SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;"HEY U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;"U DUNNO HOW TO SHENG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AFHs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;po hfdaspoh dap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GO WHACK HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;COZ HES INSULTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;OUR LITTLE HURAFFES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHI Fdaspo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;HES SAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;U MAKE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TO BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U'RE NOT MOTHER HURAFFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MY HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AGAINS TTHE SCREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;gafishah AHAHHAha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;BANG IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AGAINST UR BED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;OR PILLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;OR MY BOTTOm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;[lo fdhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;p hasop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;BANG HEAD HA HAHAH AI HFDa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;WHICH HEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*CLIMAX8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;U WANT TO BANG MY OTHER HEAD LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY TILL *CLIMAX* SOMEMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UR DICKHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Verbiagelover I'll strangle you with my neck and get MYSELF expelled says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SDFSDF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Procrastinator says:&lt;br /&gt;apodha podhaspohdA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-9154274597333520651?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/9154274597333520651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=9154274597333520651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9154274597333520651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9154274597333520651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2899730937302427717</id><published>2007-05-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:49:28.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG this is from my last year entry. I wouldn't say I still live by it, but yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I would love to talk to people who are very prolific with Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My designer boyfriend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My designer boyfriend shall be very prolific with graphic design. He shall be like the Hejz, Mr Peter Jaworowski who is in Poland, Warsaw right now. He will know how to do 3D interfaces without programs like Cinema4D and other graphic-making programs except Photoshopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be the one who gets approached by big time companies like Nokia to do their webpages and phone-cd packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And he shall propose to me 'graphically' and wow me with his graphic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we get married, instead of making love, we shall make collaborated graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the designer boyfriend, i'm serious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHIC DESIGNERS - HOT. (To me anyway)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH INTERESTING, to see how much those views are so different now. Not exactly all different, but I think that's impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2899730937302427717?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2899730937302427717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2899730937302427717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2899730937302427717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2899730937302427717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-this-is-from-my-last-year-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8227164097173277911</id><published>2007-05-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:32:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this entry on &lt;a href="http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-my-name-is-fifi.html"&gt;Fifi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/666/3088/1600/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/666/3088/320/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Fifi. I am close to 2 years old, and all of my owner's friends are asking her when I'll die. I wonder too, and death is inevitable.......&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that the date was EXACTLY a month before he died. That's like so fucking sad. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I believe Mimi(Belinda's hamster) is Fifi's sister. Both of them have a fat butt that sways from left to right each time they move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i really see a Fifi in Mimi. Maybe that's why I feel a bond towards Mimi, because she reminds me of Fifi. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmy7S23fxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VL0bsH6nuxA/s1600-h/CIMG0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmy7S23fxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VL0bsH6nuxA/s320/CIMG0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060272388071456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RjmyHi23fwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WBc9LwKNu5k/s1600-h/CIMG0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RjmyHi23fwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WBc9LwKNu5k/s320/CIMG0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060271499013226242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmx6y23ftI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Lf4j6zcHQBk/s1600-h/CIMG0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmx6y23ftI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Lf4j6zcHQBk/s320/CIMG0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060271279969894098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmx7C23fuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eHgPpsSYhKA/s1600-h/CIMG0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmx7C23fuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eHgPpsSYhKA/s320/CIMG0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060271284264861410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HAMSTERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting mine from Caryn's Kor's Gf very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NAME HIM/HER...FIFIFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyi for girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Guy, i dont know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8227164097173277911?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8227164097173277911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8227164097173277911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8227164097173277911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8227164097173277911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/read-this-entry-on-fifi.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/Rjmy7S23fxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VL0bsH6nuxA/s72-c/CIMG0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7921688961806479762</id><published>2007-05-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:15:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I..found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, someone is making him/herself out to be something so rich and awesome, when he/she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying to me just to cover his/her pride? ...You gotta be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flat broke. I finally touched the $50 that has been in my purse. ....I was supposed to bring it to the bank, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of people, who, do not have that much cash on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they love to live extravagantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If their money can't cover their expenses = FRIENDs lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7921688961806479762?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7921688961806479762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7921688961806479762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7921688961806479762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7921688961806479762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8020672700858777144</id><published>2007-05-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:03:18.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CL oral was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how good can it be when I was the last, when the teachers have all set their standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fifi seriously hates buggers la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it bugging her for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugging her for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugging her for ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8020672700858777144?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8020672700858777144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8020672700858777144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8020672700858777144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8020672700858777144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/cl-oral-was-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8367690260688921930</id><published>2007-05-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:34:37.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to fix my computer and change this gay blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so deprived of Photoshop. I wonder how my next piece will look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will bang my head against the wall...........................if I decide to not do a new blogskin once my computer is back, just because i am LAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8367690260688921930?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8367690260688921930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8367690260688921930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8367690260688921930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8367690260688921930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-fix-my-computer-and-change.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3943145775203150042</id><published>2007-05-02T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:25:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think, to you, i am so INsignificant, so much, till the point I didn't even know I worthed so little. I've had enough lah, fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always getting pissed for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I go, running away to the same person for the same reason, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling her how angry I am with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never learn and never change no matter how many times I tell them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3943145775203150042?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3943145775203150042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3943145775203150042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3943145775203150042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3943145775203150042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-always-getting-pissed-for-same.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-4554994075964776217</id><published>2007-05-02T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:55:21.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.fucking irritated&lt;/span&gt; with the way people talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just don't seem to bother with making themselves sound better, as in, the ideas that their words will make me have on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...so....annoying, i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I possibly am turning into a giraffe. I have..a...spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my face. A fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born with it, it came last week or something. Initially i thought it was just a black head, until even my mom said it was a mole after observing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What if it gets bigger and pops out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to call and ask my godfather to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this mole issue got me so distressed last night. I buried my face into my pillow, and cried out, without tears, just screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling people about it and somebody actually said he's willing to marry me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my mole had a idea its going to be so close to your &lt;s&gt;disgusting&lt;/s&gt; face it would probably just...vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking up such a big fuss because i wasn't born with that horrible thing on my face. And boy, it's getting more and more visible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do anything about it, I am not Verbiagelover. ...I'm going to ask the god-of-fortune to pity me and let me go for plastic surgery. MUAHAHAH anyway, he gives a big damn about my appearance. He wants me to look like a shu3 nu 3 : Long hair(ironically he disapproves of extensions) , fair skin, AND HE HOPES i'll tone down and be less crazy, impossible though. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless something very.... serious happens to me. Like my hamster passing away, my 'husband' divorcing me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___________________________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-4554994075964776217?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/4554994075964776217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=4554994075964776217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4554994075964776217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/4554994075964776217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6567711566095527909</id><published>2007-05-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:43:25.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....I am repeating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PHOTOSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I used to suffer from laziness and not make anything, but now, MAN, looking at graphics on Deviantart just make me want to photoshop right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I really thank God i persevered and didn't give up when i tried it for the first time. I wonder what made me hold on and love it for like 2 and a half years already man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my computer crashed, so alot of my artworks/resources are gone. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6567711566095527909?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6567711566095527909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6567711566095527909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6567711566095527909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6567711566095527909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6858302611540667563</id><published>2007-05-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:46:01.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Painter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/painter.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the vision, patience, and skill to bring your unique visions to canvas.&lt;br /&gt;And you're even tempered enough not to cut your ear off in the process!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sort of Artist Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Skeptical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howskepticalareyouquiz/skeptical-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personal motto is: "Prove it."&lt;br /&gt;While some ideas, like life after death, may seem nice...&lt;br /&gt;You aren't going to believe them simply because it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;You let science and facts be your guide... Even if it means you don't share the beliefs of those around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howskepticalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Skeptical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are a true listener and totally present.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your joy and passion.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The True You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be a little selfish. You only do what interests you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do think alot before I spend, but that doesn't mean i spend little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a slacker - though you can pull it together and live a somewhat normal life.&lt;br /&gt;If you're young, this is probably phase you'll outgrow. And if you're already grown up, you need to get off the couch a bit more!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6858302611540667563?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6858302611540667563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6858302611540667563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6858302611540667563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6858302611540667563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-should-be-painter-you-have-vision.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-159101456893475234</id><published>2007-05-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:00:59.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verbiagelover is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;IRRITATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate days spent at home with Mom lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment my sister steps out of the house she starts lamenting, and MIND YOU, she has no fucking idea the fucking things she's nitpicking on were not fucking done by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of this?!?!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-159101456893475234?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/159101456893475234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=159101456893475234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/159101456893475234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/159101456893475234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/verbiagelover-is-fucking-irritated-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8922571642206212500</id><published>2007-05-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:53:59.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's talk about nape piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have one, but I am sure it will come off very soon because it's a surface piercing, and it hurts ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I pierce the back of my neck, as expected, I won't be able to sleep on my back for quite awhile, and I have to be careful nothing ever disturbs the newly pierced hole(sounds wrong eh), such as collars, hair, PEOPLE, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it costs around $60 and up? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a really good thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8922571642206212500?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8922571642206212500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8922571642206212500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8922571642206212500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8922571642206212500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-talk-about-nape-piercings.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-9129909996921160374</id><published>2007-04-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:24:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone bill has been hung up. The price is for the past 3-4 months has been constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was below $50, I would be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it was close to a $100. Which may not be alot considered to all you lucky rich fucks out there and myself, but to my MOM, it's ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm hiding my bill from her and I need to seek financial assistance from my godfather again, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help myself, I shall &lt;s&gt;eat grass/leaves. I dont know which one I am. Trent says I'm a giraffe but then again, im a HUMAN, but if i eat grass, i should be a cow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL...well, sms less. And that means i might not reply some messages if i think it is not needed, so don't think i'm dao-ing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-9129909996921160374?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/9129909996921160374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=9129909996921160374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9129909996921160374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9129909996921160374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-phone-bill-has-been-hung-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3336272671240480339</id><published>2007-04-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:47:27.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...I forgot what Trent and I talked about, anyway, I came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loose? Let me screw you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3336272671240480339?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3336272671240480339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3336272671240480339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3336272671240480339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3336272671240480339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-6186392157718286865</id><published>2007-04-29T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:56:15.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so tired, i didn't bother blogging in detail, and now I know I missed out some misc. things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love moon-gazing at the breakwater area, nobody talking, just listening to songs and lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) UNCLE TECK is actually a very funny guy. He is not as nerdy as what he seems to be. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-6186392157718286865?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/6186392157718286865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=6186392157718286865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6186392157718286865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/6186392157718286865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-so-tired-i-didnt-bother-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5814634447496005701</id><published>2007-04-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:29:22.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for the people who talk to me out of the blue, for the sake of benefiting themselves. If you are stupid, i respect intellectual property, especially when it's photoshop-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My creativesuite is registered under my name, and some fucknut talked to me out of the blue because he wanted my software. If we get caught, I GET INTO DEEP SHIT. And moreover, i was pissed enough....so i was being damn arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;do you have illustrator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i wont lend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;lend me install la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;i use different key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$1500 big fuck to me leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;who ask u go buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cannot buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;i can find crack cant find software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my godfather got alot of money to burn ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u want i ask him throw at u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pure mind will cease all evil thoughts. says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5814634447496005701?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5814634447496005701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5814634447496005701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5814634447496005701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5814634447496005701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-for-people-who-talk-to-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-7686739082414590471</id><published>2007-04-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:08:09.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a blast. Thanks to all who made me laugh ,REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Caryn's hamsters are lovely. FIFI~!~!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Caryn at 1pm, bused together to Harbourfront's Macs. While we were there, there was this lunatic who kept taking the drinks of others, and as a result, this very selfish indian lady decided to leave her dirty trays on OUR table, which DUH, was occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against it if the table was vacant, BUT HELLO, MY BAG WAS ON THE TABLE, was it not obvious enough or????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..Laichoon came first, followed by andylow + dewi, jinteck, jiefeng, jieneng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked, joked, played with all 3 of the hamsters. We were being sadistic, by giving Peachy tissue paper to rip apart. Well, i only know he LOVES tearing paper apart. Once there was a toilet roll or was it a packet of tissue on my bed. ...He crawled...and he left bits of paper everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to Pet Safari to buy Belinda's present. :D Bought cage, and went to the rooftop to put the hamsters in and settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i put Peachy inside, initially, everything was peace and then both hamsters fought. WE WERE ALL PANICKY and were trying to separate the hamsters, but gave up when AndyLow kept screaming, ALL TALK NO ACTION =X Everybody was laughing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Dewi to buy her shorts, and then met up with Andy and Caryn. Walked about until the guys called to ask us back to the rooftop because they were baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at the arcade before taking MaxiCab to ECP. $35, no metre charge and all. Fixed price. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was....quite a thrilling experience. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOMENT WE REACHED THERE.........we ran towards the sea. Splashed water..yadda yadda. Started collecting water and pouring on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a LONG distance to the arcade, on our way, we had our drinks with us. So anybody who jogs past us, the guys would be making those slurping sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched people dance/made fun before walking back. I was DARN TIRED and i felt feverish so I kept mum all the way. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, they ate a little, before i suggested, going back to the water again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS WHERE THE REAL FUN began. Basically, we ran around screaming/laughing/pouring water over each other and running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yadda yadda.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the shore with Caryn and shared a little before Jiefeng and Andy joined us. Decided to go to the breakwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, we hopped/ran/skipped/etc. .....I stepped on a HUGE HOLE in the sand and i fell down. -________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the shores, listened to the waves, before we sat on this platform for awhile and laid down and looked at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some fucker called us and got us RUSHING back to the pit, RUNNING ALL THE WAY, for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...after the cake cutting session, went to eat supper with Andy, Caryn and Jin Teck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I've always thought girls knew alot of gossips, but I WAS SO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we girls know are just the tip of the icebergs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, happy birthday Belinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-7686739082414590471?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/7686739082414590471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=7686739082414590471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7686739082414590471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/7686739082414590471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8321762807785457108</id><published>2007-04-27T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:24:30.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my bag. =D But I'll have to go back to the shop, because they only had 1 stock, and they displayed that bag, so I took the one on the display but the additional sling strip thingy wasn't inside, so i'll go back to collect it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought stationeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Fortune spent a fortune today. HAHHA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CORNY&lt;/span&gt;. ...He saw this electronic encyclopedia on sale. It's...$698. He bought it. So he spent $800 today. Power. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;, that $700 is good enough to buy me a new handphone/mp3 lah. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound very w-t-f again, but HONESTLY I feel so blessed to have a godfather like that. Literally point and get what I want, though not all the time, it's very often. And I feel even guilty whenever I thank him sincerely and tell him how happy I feel and he just asks me to study and get good grades. That's all he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I almost came home to find my home in flames and everything I have wiped out, except a new schoolbag. The moment I stepped in i smelt something burning. Went to the kitchen and turned the stove off. When I opened the pot, SMOKE was billowing out of it. .....It was so bad, the kitchen was foggy. Poured water and my God it sizzled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, there's still a slight hint of that burnt smell. Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really lazy to post the chat log up. Anyway I shall tell you what we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...Do you realise that when we spam, it's like the Christians speaking in tongues?&lt;br /&gt;Trent : ......*Bursts out laughing* I find speaking in tongues satanic..&lt;br /&gt;Trent : WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I JUST SPOKE IN TONGUES, I SAID FUCK YOU MAYEE HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Me : ......&lt;br /&gt;Me : God is going to kill me today &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent : Nah, he didn't invent tongues so he takes no insult&lt;br /&gt;Trent : THEN WHO INVENTED TONGUES? HAHAHHA x *394875395....&lt;br /&gt;Me : ....OMG SHIT SHIT SHIT I THOUGHT WRONGLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......It's up to you to guess what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's honey's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie - Glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are you ready?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah&lt;br /&gt;G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;We flying first class up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Pop the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Living the life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;And I won't change&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] [2x]&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear them gold and diamonds rings&lt;br /&gt;All them things don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Chaperones and limousines&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for expensive things&lt;br /&gt;I be on the movie screens&lt;br /&gt;Magazines and bougie scenes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not clean, I'm not pristine&lt;br /&gt;I'm no queen, I'm no machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still go to taco bell drivethrough&lt;br /&gt;Raw as hell&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm still real no matter how many records I sell&lt;br /&gt;After the show or after the grammys I like to go cool out with the family&lt;br /&gt;Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;We flying first class up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Pop the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Living the life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;And I won't change&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] [2x]&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ludacris:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams&lt;br /&gt;You deserve nothing but all the finer things&lt;br /&gt;Now this whole world has no clue to do with us&lt;br /&gt;I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Brother gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetish&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles so rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;Robin Leach will get jealous&lt;br /&gt;Half a million for the stones&lt;br /&gt;Taking trips from here to Rome&lt;br /&gt;So If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah&lt;br /&gt;G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;We flying first class up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Pop the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Living the life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;And I won't change&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] [2x]&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;We flying first class up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Pop the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Living the life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;And I won't change&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] [2x]&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous&lt;br /&gt;The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;By the glamorous, oh&lt;br /&gt;The flossy flossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got problems up to here&lt;br /&gt;I got people in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;(f*ck y'all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank all the fans&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank&lt;br /&gt;Thank you really though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days&lt;br /&gt;When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope&lt;br /&gt;Damn, It's been a long road&lt;br /&gt;And the industry is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my daddy told me so&lt;br /&gt;He let his daugther know&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy told me so&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;He let his daughter know&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy told me so&lt;br /&gt;(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)&lt;br /&gt;He let his daughter know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8321762807785457108?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-2795131183217155630</id><published>2007-04-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:30:58.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys and girls, this is YET ANOTHER awesome 'HA' album, which I'll post up another day. ALOT of spam to clear. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i've ever seen a guy comparing his mood changes as he quarrels with his girlfriend, and sees the other FUNNY chat window he's having with a MORTAL. He compares it with erection(The funny window) and withering(The quarreling window).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RjDTBi23fsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YmQ81J5c_h8/s1600-h/HL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RjDTBi23fsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YmQ81J5c_h8/s320/HL.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057774405027331778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely took a screenshot, just so you have an idea of how much we spam. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-2795131183217155630?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/2795131183217155630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=2795131183217155630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2795131183217155630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/2795131183217155630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/boys-and-girls-this-is-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/RjDTBi23fsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YmQ81J5c_h8/s72-c/HL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5488264980635869552</id><published>2007-04-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:52:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHWAHSSHSAHDASHDQAIWDAHDA I AM DYING OF JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........God-Of-Fortune has played the game of suspense with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to meet him at the shop tomorrow, but he "don't know" if he'll buy the bag or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always makes me wonder/surprises me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can bet 80% I'll have it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 20% goes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)His choice&lt;br /&gt;2)My choice - GUILT. I admit i really like that bag, but I am such a funny person. I am 'easily-contented', in the sense when I know i've won the 'chase', i'll be happy to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moreover, I know i will disappoint him with my horrible results. BUT therefore, i should buy it now, because i'll be thrown into the 'cold palace' for about a week before he finally cools down and buys me the bag. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on the top of the world again, because I feel so loved. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to honey's birthday. MUAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5488264980635869552?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5488264980635869552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5488264980635869552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5488264980635869552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5488264980635869552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahwahsshsahdashdqaiwdahda-i-am-dying-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-9170205846147105264</id><published>2007-04-26T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:42:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, The Irk is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll listen to you and play the game. The best is yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-9170205846147105264?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/9170205846147105264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=9170205846147105264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9170205846147105264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/9170205846147105264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-irk-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-26528378001335199</id><published>2007-04-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:25:32.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought a little too much on my way home after lunch with honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buses all came at the same time, an entire line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped onto the last bus. The bus in front and the one I was on had the same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering..is it possible if both buses went back to the terminal together? At the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly not. Because there are traffic junctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me : Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might start of as a pair of perfect lovebirds, but we still might not make it to the end because there are many obstacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-26528378001335199?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/26528378001335199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=26528378001335199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/26528378001335199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/26528378001335199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-thought-little-too-much-on-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-5403021245826900890</id><published>2007-04-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:05:41.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School...aiyer, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people are very fucked up. You got scolded, I laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; my friend, we wasn't laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know why in the world you're so fucked up so as to hit me with your MP3 wire deliberately and then ignoring me when I flashed a smile and said goodbye to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool, EVEN MORE BORING. =X On the way there, Karen ordered Mr Softee, and she went to make it herself. HAHAHA she thought it was automatic, and it wasn't. So her icecream was EXTREMELY HUGE, it was like an umbrella to the cup. As expected, some spilled over, DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat somewhere and listened to lame jokes, before going to Tiong with Belinda. Ate, Jiefeng came, copied chemistry notes and walked around before going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At LongJohn's, I saw somebody who resembled you alot. But I have no faith in you already. You can go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rot&lt;/span&gt; for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw the gorgeous bag again. Maybe, I'll be grabbing it this Sunday. I REALLY LOVE IT omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda honey, don't care about the party spoiler appearing at your party. She is&lt;br /&gt;1) Too short for us to notice her&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WILL BE VERY PREOCCUPIED WITH OUR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt; SURPRISES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snigger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-5403021245826900890?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/5403021245826900890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=5403021245826900890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5403021245826900890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/5403021245826900890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/school.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-3565005454466256525</id><published>2007-04-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:21:04.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fifi feels very ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say she's heartbroken, cuz in the first place nobody has her heart, unless they buy her &lt;s&gt;the gh3y schoolbag&lt;/s&gt; a Lamborghini. (Digress : I am $60 richer because the god-of-fortune suddenly surprised me by giving me money o_O and we'll be going to buy the bag after my exams, promised. Now it's up to me because I'm keeping my eyes peeled for better bags. I'm sure i can get nicer designs for a bag worth $90. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, but I can't share much about it because most people would wonder WTF am i so disappointed over something that seems so trivial.....to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I don't know lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-3565005454466256525?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/3565005454466256525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=3565005454466256525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3565005454466256525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/3565005454466256525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/fifi-feels-very.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8543578128556569281</id><published>2007-04-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:25:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everbody is so emo today. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. Keeeeeeeeeeep Holdingggggggggggggg Onnnnnnnnnnnnnn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. Keeeeeeeeeeep Holdingggggggggggggg Onnnnnnnnnnnnnn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;entertain u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. Keeeeeeeeeeep Holdingggggggggggggg Onnnnnnnnnnnnnn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i must go already -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*PRESSES THE RED BUTTON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY U STUPID MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;U ATE MY MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbiagelover. Keeeeeeeeeeep Holdingggggggggggggg Onnnnnnnnnnnnnn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o.o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;*SHAKES MACHINE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHERES MY LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tReN^ says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8543578128556569281?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8543578128556569281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8543578128556569281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8543578128556569281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8543578128556569281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/everbody-is-so-emo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-8772591059809332938</id><published>2007-04-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:54:34.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with 2 ex-bm girls before and we talked about the most annoying girl in my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...I wonder how her church mates can stand her.&lt;br /&gt;G : They must have lived by the "Love Your Enemies" verse in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-8772591059809332938?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/8772591059809332938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=8772591059809332938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8772591059809332938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/8772591059809332938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-went-out-with-2-ex-bm-girls-before.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25297562.post-268071124301677678</id><published>2007-04-24T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:34:33.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've grown out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm currently not into anybody, I do get quite irritated when the people around me start telling me how much they love their crush/boyfriend/target/WHATEVER YOU CALL THEM, worse still, like what happened a week or so ago, this fucking retard was being one hell of a bitch because i talked to her "aiai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i know, i've been so cynical about things ever since that horrible emotional+physical torture happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..school was so-so. Everyday's monotonous, even when Peachyboy scared Felicia today. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25297562-268071124301677678?l=nobodytotrust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/feeds/268071124301677678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25297562&amp;postID=268071124301677678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/268071124301677678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25297562/posts/default/268071124301677678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodytotrust.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-grown-out-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mayee the pro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ghCJQC37dFQ/SkIYI3n1X0I/AAAAAAAABV0/hhdINqwJe8A/S220/5104_220398370092_829020092_7443494_4531719_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
