<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:33.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fugly&amp;whore anonymous</title><subtitle type='html'>Jess. 3rd August. Singapore. Korea. Laughs. Food &amp; more.(:
Charlie. 12th November. England. Laughs. Food &amp; more.
(:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-116331801134242382</id><published>2006-11-12T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:53:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release...</title><content type='html'>A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was: "Would you please give your honest opinion about normal solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"&lt;br /&gt;The survey was a huge failure...&lt;br /&gt;In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant,&lt;br /&gt;In the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant,&lt;br /&gt;And in Australia they didn't know what 'normal' meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hunting,&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-116331801134242382?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/116331801134242382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=116331801134242382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116331801134242382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116331801134242382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/11/release.html' title='Release...'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-116239290032684894</id><published>2006-11-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:55:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE RABBIT.</title><content type='html'>White Rabbit. Pinch, punch, first of the month (no returns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-116239290032684894?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/116239290032684894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=116239290032684894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116239290032684894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116239290032684894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/11/white-rabbit_01.html' title='WHITE RABBIT.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-116230933018684898</id><published>2006-10-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:42:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down.</title><content type='html'>It's finally over. One piece of major coursework down, plenty more to go.&lt;br /&gt;The second most traded commodity in the world:&lt;br /&gt;-insert picture of person drinking coffee here-&lt;br /&gt;The inspired feelings I feel when having a warm cup first thing in the morning before an oral exam last a &lt;em&gt;looong &lt;/em&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone does well +that your face didn't look like this when you first pulled out your passage:&lt;br /&gt;-insert the expression one gets when has just walked into a glass door-&lt;br /&gt;(the button that allows me to post visual aids doesn't seem to be working)&lt;br /&gt;Time to breathe for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-116230933018684898?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/116230933018684898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=116230933018684898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116230933018684898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116230933018684898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-down.html' title='1 down.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-116197331133052359</id><published>2006-10-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:21:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ocean has scraped my knees.</title><content type='html'>I had no idea it was possible to actually be cut from kneeling on the beach. This mid-term break has hardly been exactly that (with the exemption of Monday). Monday was a good day :). &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; is the funniest person in the world. Actually no I am. But she has the most hilarious moments. I'd go in to it but the story is humiliating to me so I won't, ha. I just hope no one else at the beach caught on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameful. Just shameful and disgusting. You people of Brunei should be ashamed of yourselves. It's people like you who are to blame for the haze we have this time of year! How can they live with themselves after destroying our environment, polluting the air which other people breathe? I just wish &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Lai's &lt;/strong&gt;car didn't get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today I was transported back to the days where I got excited about presents and wrapping them. Being &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday I wanted to go all out; literally - I went out to get him the most coolest basketball you ever did see and an Adidas shirt. The ball is this dark brown sort of leather like it's been sitting on the shelf for about 11 years now. Authenticity at it's highest. Had this vision of classy black +white wrapping paper (what better than to use newspaper ON PURPOSE; i'm not cheap) with this kick ass sexy shiny ribbon that'll stand out. Oh baby did my vision materialize before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/pres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/pres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy. The cellotape used to stick down the awkward corners on the basketball just made it that much better. Had a bbq dinner for &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy &lt;/strong&gt;and the garden was beautiful. I wish I took a picture of the tikki lights lighting up the waterfall but I was too busy fanning the ice so it wouldn't melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/bbqpit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/bbqpit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken when joined with the masticulous power of sushi blew everyone's mind. It was due to this very chicken that everyone left 2kg heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture of &lt;strong&gt;Nita&lt;/strong&gt; and I wearing newspaper hats bbq-ing in the rain but for some reason it refuses to upload. I'm going to take that as a sign that if it does it we will loose the magical power of making newpaper hats.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to &lt;strong&gt;Lane's&lt;/strong&gt; treehouse with &lt;strong&gt;Ye Jin &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Min Jin&lt;/strong&gt; - got no work done but today/night was a good day/night. New task: Out with the old, in with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-116197331133052359?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/116197331133052359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=116197331133052359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116197331133052359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116197331133052359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/10/ocean-has-scraped-my-knees.html' title='The ocean has scraped my knees.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-116170699096448048</id><published>2006-10-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:23:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New World Phenomenon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Youtube &lt;/strong&gt;is becoming a world-wide phenomenon and it's getting bigger as we think. A fisherman in Greece will be able to watch a 2-year old boy in Japan practising Sumo wrestling. One day you will be surfing the digital waves of &lt;strong&gt;youtube;&lt;/strong&gt; your breath simply taken away by your easily available ability to watch videos of a man shaving shawarma slices without them knowing, to find a video of yourself taking a shit. . . Then you will curse such technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; coz I love her and miss her +'ve owed her a blog for quite some time - heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-116170699096448048?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/116170699096448048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=116170699096448048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116170699096448048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/116170699096448048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-world-phenomenon.html' title='New World Phenomenon.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115911879441367120</id><published>2006-09-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:30:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfortable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I want to be fucking good at photoshop. Ohhhh I WIIIIIIIIIISH. One day. I will be the &lt;em&gt;King &lt;/em&gt;AND &lt;em&gt;Queen&lt;/em&gt; of photoshop! I promise. Anyways. Good relaxing day at Empire today :). SO MANY WHITE FOLKS IT'S JUST MAAAAD. Crazy crazy la. Saw quite a few faces.. &lt;strong&gt;Ivan, Brian, Tassone, &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; Ms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anorexic, haha. Not much to say except. TIME IS GOING SO FAST. Even though I'm always wanting time to speed up to &lt;strong&gt;prom night&lt;/strong&gt;, it's still a fact that time is flying like fuck. I swear I'm still living in the mindframe of 2 weeks ago. Already the last draft for the History IA and 2nd for EE is due. Already deadlines for the TOK essay is set. Already &lt;strong&gt;Seamen&lt;/strong&gt; is back. AND ALREADY puasa is here. It's unfuckingbelievable. I'd post the photies from the beach today but... they're personal :) hehe. They're not for the world to eat off. Just for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe if you're &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;lucky you just might be able to bear witness to how idiotic we are together. One sexy + one funny = an unbeatable pair ;) hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Took this photo. It was just this bizarre and out of place seedling in the sand. It was SO cute. The chances of us spotting it was just puny so it must be some sorta sign hahah pfft. Anyways. I thought it was quite cool that it could survive in sand. &lt;strong&gt;Feast your eyes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/shooooooot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/shooooooot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There you are kiddies. No, it's been taken like that on purpose, you idiot. Ah yes, the subtle artisticity of it all.. Note the sharply focused background, signifying the vast space in which the lonesome shoot stands. Very observant; yes, the background is half focused and half not. Why? Ahh.. what with the different tones? Clearly giving the existing illustion of great distance and sand dunes, thus adding more importance to such an artistic shot. Clap clap clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/focus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This one's for those out there who can't handle the candle. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&amp; I just have to include this one coz.. not only is it marvelously cliché but it symbolizes our profound impression that we naturally leave behind ;) HAHA okay no. But it was a pretty shot and the footprints go deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/prints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/prints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I know the brown seawater ruins it haha but what to do? It's Brunei baby).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Speaking of Brunei ( ha ha not really but wahtever); I've decided. I'm gonna stop complaining (mostly) + just live with it coz I'll regret it if I don't make the best out of the time I've got left. I think today made me realize that. Here's a last one for the road, &amp; it just goes to show how beautiful Brunei can get sometimes. (keyword being &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/gorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/gorgeous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wish I didn't have to resize it coz at it's natural size... it's just so engulfing and fucking gorgeous. I'd like to think clouds weren't water vapour and that it is possible to sit and sleep on them. One day. I'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Somedays, I wish I was 6 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115911879441367120?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115911879441367120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115911879441367120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115911879441367120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115911879441367120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/09/comfortable.html' title='comfortable.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115894447945807533</id><published>2006-09-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:05:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage kicks all through the night.</title><content type='html'>I'd like to have no concept of time sometimes. That my days just blended into one, pure continuum of life. It'd be nice living without always looking for the time, making sure that you fall in step with it, revolving your life around it. One day time should be taken away so everyone can just take a breather and forget meetings, appointments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Been really on the edge these days and I have a rough idea why but I can't figure out how to solve it. I don't like being so pissed off. I miss having loved ones around me. I guess I'm still not used to things without &lt;strong&gt;Charlie, Hana + Lou &lt;/strong&gt;around. &lt;em&gt;Thank God for &lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's just that some people here are just so... eh. I wish I could delve into a group filled with love for each other where everything's not so dramatic, complicated and tiring. Drown myself in these people. Some people are just such hard work, you wonder whether it's worth it or not. Or whether they even appreciate the effort you put in. Some just don't give a shit I guess, &amp; yea okay not everyone will.. but I miss having those who do; plain and simple. As much as I hate to admit it, I can't stand on my own at the moment and not having loving people around results in.. well.. this. I think. I must say I've fucked up somewhat over here and being someone like me with 16 years here, it's inevitable. I'm not making excuses. I guess it's more that I can't wait to get the fuck out of here and start anew. Some people here are just so spiteful. Or claim to be so virtuous but refuse to do what they preach. Or maybe I'm just extremely sensitive. Who knows?.&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be a reflective blog so I might as well continue and round off in the same fashion haha. I don't believe in living with regrets but at this point I see where I'm standing and it's hard. Some moments, at least. So long as I don't make the same mistakes, then there's nothing to regret though, right? Even then, why is it I'm so unsatisfied with everything? I'm so incontent and restless and am having trouble to find peace of mind. It's sort of like.. everything's sort of just floating there ahead of me and I can't get to it to sort them out. Out of reach. Occasionally when something happens like, &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; comes back, one of the blurred objects floating there float slowly towards me and I smile and put it away somewhere nicely, but most of the time.. it's floating blurred objects. I hate empty conversation and I'm starting to realize how random these sentences are. I wonder if they'll make sense a few hours from now. I need to find a medium through which I can just get this shit out. I wish I took art sometimes. Or at least at time to do it. Either way, medium, + &lt;em&gt;soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss girly girlfriends, the ones you can just lie there and read old magazines endlessly. The ones where you can sit up having a drink with until your throat nearly catches fire from dehydration. The ones where you can call up at 2 in the morning to talk shit or just to have someone listen to your thoughts of nonsense. The ones you can go out with and get your nails + hair done and be the complete stereotypical girl for that day. The ones you can break down in front of. I guess that's why I'm not okay with things + myself at the moment. There's no where to vent to so everything's kept in aand that's... really not good. haha. I don't wanna wallow and shit and if it seems it's the exact thing I'm doing at the moment, forgive me. I just can't get my head round it and it's getting to me. Wait it out, you say? Yeah. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;strong&gt;8 months &lt;/strong&gt;til life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;40+ here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;31st saturday; here &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;waiting for &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; world to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He rocks my 'cranial jukebox'. LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/sunrise.jpg" 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/13191841-115894447945807533?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115894447945807533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115894447945807533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115894447945807533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115894447945807533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/09/teenage-kicks-all-through-night.html' title='Teenage kicks all through the night.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115867139371918696</id><published>2006-09-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:19:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ the 32nd Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Wowee it's been long. I really don't wanna study the Feb/March &amp; Oct/Nov Russian revolutions of 1917 so I thought I'd update. I wish I had time to do the things I wanted to without feeling so fucking tired. I also wish I never had to make decisions. + I wish I didn't think so much unecessary bullshit. No no no musn't think this way. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE IB :). &lt;/strong&gt;Oh yes. Thank IBO for your many blessings. I don't know how I could possibly live without the pressure of EE's and IA's and the constant nag of CAS and TOK. Shit. I think I'd just die from depression without IB. Deadlines man, it's what we all live for. Was supposed to go KB with &lt;strong&gt;powell&lt;/strong&gt; but sadly we had math, which annoyingly didn't happen in the end but guess it's all good coz I got to sleep in :D wheehee. Maybe I should do this somewhat more regularly, so there's a consistent stream of things coming in instead of chunks haha. Consistency. My favourite bloody word. Consistently inconsistent works though :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo yea. Good news. &lt;strong&gt;HANA HANA HANA :D :D :D &lt;/strong&gt;heheheh. 32 saturdays. I miss you like i miss you. Yea. haha. I wish I had a camera permanently attached to me so it wouldn't be a hassle to bring one around. Shit, i'm lazy. More good news .. hmm.. GOING SIPADAN IN DECEMBER :) shit that's gonna be amazing. Scubing in &lt;strong&gt;Sipadan&lt;/strong&gt; eeeeeeeeeeeeehehehe. &amp;amp; then there's that Singapore trip on October 15th. Hope &lt;strong&gt;qeema&lt;/strong&gt; can go. Shit that'd be so fun. I really need to stop saying &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. Then there's Vietnam possibly in November. Just gotta barrel my way through TOK presentations, Theatre research commissions, individual projects, oral commentaries, spanish orals and it's happy happy joy joy :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People piss me off really easily nowadays. My screen has this "&lt;em&gt;autofocus&lt;/em&gt;" button. IT IS THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS. It blurs my entire screen after "re-focusing" for 60 seconds. &amp; once the button's been pressed there's no going back. Either my eyesight's fucked or it's the button coz right now I'm all cross-eyed trying to type hahaha (yea, accidentally pressed the button :s). You make me wanna stab your fucking eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Had futie today with the little'uns. That made turned my day around definitely :). There's this kid HAAAHAHAHA I always call him &lt;strong&gt;Calem &lt;/strong&gt;+ I've just realised now that his name is &lt;strong&gt;Caleb &lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHA WOW that's embarassing. His parents are always watching. Mm right moving on haha. Today was wicked fun coz it was all muddy like trench/pond scum/drown if you don't walk carefully-muddy and it was just awesome haha. It was ironic coz all the kids were scared to run and get dirty and there were &lt;strong&gt;Brian &lt;/strong&gt;and I stomping around kicking bits of crap everywhere. They eventually got into though :) hehe. The best part I have to say is the &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt;. Not coz it's over but that's when the parents come over and tell you you're doing an amazing job and that the amount of frustration (plus post-day of IB frustration) you build up until that point just melts away and you just smile + say, "No worries". But now I'm just shattered with fatigue I think my kneecaps are gonna buckle in.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115867139371918696?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115867139371918696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115867139371918696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115867139371918696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115867139371918696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/09/32nd-saturday.html' title='@ the 32nd Saturday.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115496590987285729</id><published>2006-08-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:51:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the pen to the paper now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;the shit hitting the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;like the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. I didn't ask you to blog this time :p - you just can't resist the loveliness that is this blog haha. This layout makes me wanna blog. Wasn't supposed to go out today but saw &lt;strong&gt;grayamy&lt;/strong&gt; online and we decided to go watch Tokyo Drift, which was completely fine with me :D. Which was all pretty good timing coz was supposed to go with &lt;strong&gt;Adi, Dinny, Faadzil&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Razi&lt;/strong&gt; coz they all dressed up at yuppies for the day. That was pretty funny heheh they actually looked good haha. It was funny coz &lt;strong&gt;Adi &lt;/strong&gt;just can't be anything other than himself which is good coz not many people can do that but he was dressed in all black (&lt;em&gt;suprise, suprise &lt;/em&gt;hehe) and then I looked down and there's this huge belt with like bronze holes in it HAHAH. Sorry &lt;strong&gt;Adi, &lt;/strong&gt;but that ruined it :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freda&lt;/strong&gt; joined us for the movie. We watched. I ate a kebab and went to church. The speaker was awesome. Tonight was probably the best sermon of the year but when the day could've ended nicely there, got into a fight with the parentals. whupee.&lt;br /&gt;Something feels like it's missing. Unfinished almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-fug.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/Last_Kiss_by_Gwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/Last_Kiss_by_Gwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight for me translates to yesterday to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115496590987285729?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115496590987285729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115496590987285729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115496590987285729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115496590987285729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/08/put-pen-to-paper-now.html' title='Put the pen to the paper now.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115490230277197540</id><published>2006-08-07T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T06:13:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote anti-emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;listening to: knife party- deftones&lt;br /&gt;feeling: excited/bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay jess, you wanted me to blog so here it is.. i've got absolutely nothing to say so it's gonna be pretty boring. I reckon if it wasnt for good music.. i'd die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. yeah.. coming home in 8 days. holyshit, 8 FREAKING DAYS. i didn't realise it was that soon! Dude, jess. can't wait for our mash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say really, havn't been doing much.. just shopping shopping shopping and a bit of coursework here and there. I'm dreading going back to school uhg. We've got a new hostal master, i'm hoping he's a bit more easy going than the last one :\. they never seem to last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah. that's all there is to say from me. i'll see if i can figure out how to pictures on here seeing as the hello blogger thing seems to have vanished off my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisterly love haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/SH107122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-whore/charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115490230277197540?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115490230277197540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115490230277197540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115490230277197540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115490230277197540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/08/vote-anti-emo.html' title='vote anti-emo.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115488711772718522</id><published>2006-08-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:58:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the way a chameleon changes it's colour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Track 2 from One Morning Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be feeling that way alot recently. Not good. I know the summer's not over but the change of layout is due to the... sneaking feeling that before I know it I'll stand up and school will start tomorrow. + the previous layout was pissing me off with the size of the box haha. Don't feel like blogging but I'll do it coz I can't sleep :).&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw if the font right now is fucking small you need to change it by going to &lt;em&gt;View&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Text size&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Medium&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe clever I am. Anyways. &lt;strong&gt;Ummi's &lt;/strong&gt;last night was tonight. We had dinner at the food court. &lt;strong&gt;Hana, &lt;/strong&gt;- ACTUALLY WAIT REWIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Helped out at the charity bazaar at Pusat Ehsan which was pretty good :) NEARLY WON A FREE NIGHT AT EMPIRE haha with 100 points. That was quite annoying coz we were told that the free night was still available so my dad, &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;, and I running around in the midday sun like the idiots we are trying to get all these points only to find the room was taken by someone who moved alot faster than us hahah. We got a free high tea at Empire though.. &amp; a blender.. &amp;amp; a hairdryer HAHA the most random things, yes. Met some random person; a little more forward than your average person but he was nice. &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; was checking him out which &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; mean something, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW then. Where was I. &lt;strong&gt;Hana, Lou, Tai &lt;/strong&gt;were there for the dinner.. Then saw &lt;strong&gt;Adi, Z, Dinny, Kash, &lt;/strong&gt;the other &lt;strong&gt;Ummi&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Fudge&lt;/strong&gt; :). We went to the arcarde and attempted to dance. HAHA. That was funny. Then &lt;strong&gt;Adi&lt;/strong&gt; whupped my sorry behind at air hockey aaaand then... we left. &amp; I bought the soundtrack to F&amp;amp;F3: Tokyo Drift - bwwohhhh! the absolute fucking sexiest movie I've seen all year. Then went all indecisive for about 30 minutes when we could've been doing something productive somewhere haha (as if). Decided to go the studio - saw &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; huge motherfuckers of marines - then yea. Sat. Relaxed. Drove. Panicked when HAHAHA I was supposed to get picked up at centerpoint at 10.30 and my mom msged saying she was going early to have a drink with my dad but I only got that msg 15 minutes later so I panicked and asked &lt;strong&gt;Adi&lt;/strong&gt; to drive like there was no tomorrow. While in the car my mom kept on calling and she has this thing where she refuses to lock her keypad so at first I thought it was her phone lying in her bag and she was accidentally calling me so I left it, wanting to save 20c when she called again. That freaked me out. Then my dad called and thinking they were getting pissed off that I was late I was getting all panicky only to friggin find out my dad was trying to prank call me HAHAHAHAHA stpid~~. He wanted to pretend to be some random guy from dst and tell me that my phone bill was over $1,000 coz he recently bought me a prima line and he's been planning the prank ever since he bought me the line HAHA. How he thought he'd pull it off calling me with his bloody mobile I'll never know hahahaha but it was all good in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Chatted to &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kash&lt;/strong&gt; except... he's eating a bacon sandwhich. So yes. Okay this is finished there's nothing much to say accept &lt;em&gt;One Morning Project&lt;/em&gt; is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115488711772718522?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115488711772718522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115488711772718522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115488711772718522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115488711772718522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-way-chameleon-changes-its-colour.html' title='Like the way a chameleon changes it&apos;s colour.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115349249763023819</id><published>2006-07-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:34:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.07.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow me, I'm lost too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Driftwood - Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaate! haha I miss you too. Like how a psychic twin would miss its other half :D. Got back from Singapore today.. finally! It was fun but I really missed the comfort of not having to worry about your laundry, meals, etc. But on the + side.. no curfew felt so damn good haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; haha she's so funny sometimes. Had alot of good food :) mmmm.. Okay I'm starting to miss Singapore. So I've just decided to stop talking about it. Only those special few can hear about it ;) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF WHICH! Shit &lt;strong&gt;HANA&lt;/strong&gt;. ONE FUCKING WEEK! We are going to sit on my balcony til we fall through, I shit you not haha. I've missed the good times of just sitting, chilling and talking absolute shit til the sun rises and having laughs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start taking more pictures if I wanna remember this summer haha. Mmmm I wanna go back to clubbing in Singapore, which, by the way, is WAY too expensive, fuck. I'm suprised the whole country's not in poverty. To go clubbing is paying through the nose. Luckily we had free flow and free entry for ladies on one of the nights, but the drinks were cheap there so that was kinda useless haha.&lt;br /&gt;Flew home in one piece, was worried would end up in Uzbeckistan &lt;sp?&gt; or some random place like that. Got given gifts!! FOR COMING HOME!! I am way. way. way. way spoilt. Found a sexy LV bag on my dresser :D (dark brown would have been nicer though.... heh). Spent way too much money. Unpacked. Watched TV. Back into sloth-Bruneian lifestyle - oh yes baby. &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; cooked the most amazingly superly tasty wickedawesomely crab in the world, finished it all but came out of the dinner with cuts on my fingers :( but oh, &lt;em&gt;oh,&lt;/em&gt; was it worth it, hehe. GOT A CALL FROM &lt;strong&gt;HANA&lt;/strong&gt; eeeeeeee ehehehehehe I AM SO EXCITED LIKE OH. MY. fuck. Words can't even begin to describe how ecstatic I is feeling. Numsayin' ?&lt;br /&gt;Okay started this blog like really in the mood to blog and then... it changed. haha. I think it's coz I got all excited and shit. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie! &lt;/strong&gt;Come online soon yea :D.&lt;br /&gt;Love you scummy bastards. Haha it sounds so wonderfully mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115349249763023819?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115349249763023819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115349249763023819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115349249763023819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115349249763023819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/07/21072006.html' title='21.07.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115291722018366096</id><published>2006-07-15T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T06:47:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sand sand sand camel.</title><content type='html'>jess! haha another blog! maate! i miss you like a fucking bitch! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto, i'm in doha at the moment, i'm so sick of all the "where's doha?" questions, so to put anyones mind at peace it's smack bang in the middle of qatar, i think. all you really need to know is that it's in the middle of a great bloody desert in the middle of no where.. in the middle east. WOOO!! ANNND IT'S A HOLE! jeez, what i wouldnt give to see a fucking tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but putting the sleezy guys aside, and the lack of people our age, the fact that it rains for one day a year (that i missed), the heat, the fact you have to cover up.. which for anyone that knows me, knows that that virtually impossible for me, but the worst bit is that there's no fake dvd's over here! i paid what would be 70 fucking bucks for a metallica cd! you wouldve thought i'd be more intelligent and just download the album.. prooved you wrong there didn't i! ha ha.(and dude, jess :( no fucking thread over here what so ever) it's not too bad. the shopping's a damn sight better that brunei, i went mental in the mall. Jess, you have to come visit me sometime, the guys here are so fucking hot! sorry liam.. but it's purely for looking only, their right sleezbags anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha what did make me laugh though was when we went to this arcade thing, it's massive btw! snow slides and everything! anyway.. you know those arcade games where you have guns and you have to shoot at the people on the screen? There were two arab men in the whole dish dash dress with these two machine guns screaming at laughing while shooting the little virtual men on the screen silly. It was the weirdest thing. haha okay.. maybe you had to be there but i was standing there with my mouth open like a complete fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already run out of things to say, so i hope everyone has a fantastic holiday :D ahh! year 12 is over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss all you c*nts (: .. thought jess put it nicely!&lt;br /&gt;charlie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115291722018366096?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115291722018366096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115291722018366096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115291722018366096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115291722018366096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/07/sand-sand-sand-camel.html' title='sand sand sand camel.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115229543169529603</id><published>2006-07-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:03:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry that you turned to driftwood.</title><content type='html'>FIRST BLOG OF THE SUMMER :).&lt;br /&gt;As you can see the layout's been changed to something somewhat more appropriate to the occasion :D. SUMMER 2006! May you be a blessed and fuckin' rockin' one. The layout's real simple and it's was put up on impulse for the next 7 weeks. The &lt;strong&gt;blogNav&lt;/strong&gt; bar above just ruins though I reckon. Anyhu.&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE YEAR 12 IS OVER?! I mean.. fuck mate! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cliche (note the emphasis on "so" haha) but it really does seem like just a couple of weeks ago I was sitting in Bio complaining to &lt;strong&gt;Seamen &lt;/strong&gt;to make the year go by as fast as possible coz it was "&lt;em&gt;so fucking far away&lt;/em&gt;". Well shit man. What do you know it's here. AND THE SINGAPORE GRAND SALE IS ONE TIL the 23rd :D. The relevance of the just made statement is that I'm flying over on Monday :D :D ee hee hee happyhappyjoyjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Did some intense diving the past four days. It's finally over. I miss it :(. I wanna go diving. AHAHAHAH &lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; cleverly found a coneshell (they are fatal apparently), which, what do you know, was FREAKIN' HUGE for a shell and he told me there was a crab in it. So &lt;em&gt;cleverly&lt;/em&gt;, while waiting for the rest to get past the surface current we're sitting there like idiots shaking around the cone that could harpoon us to death :). Isn't that lovely. I really wanted to see the crab and he was saying that if you shook the cone and - get this - put it to your eye you can see a little crawly limb of whatever's inside. Ho ho ho, we shake, we oggle, we see, then &lt;strong&gt;Joanne &lt;/strong&gt;tells us off :(. We could've died and we had no idea, tsk tsk life is fragile man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Yea. I miss diving. I MISS &lt;strong&gt;CHARLIE&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope Doha's just as shitty as Brunei so you'll want to come back :(. Anyway, making this a short one because the only point of this blog is...&lt;br /&gt;to officially announce this summer, to be a fucking awesome one :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115229543169529603?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115229543169529603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115229543169529603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115229543169529603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115229543169529603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry-that-you-turned-to-driftwood.html' title='i&apos;m sorry that you turned to driftwood.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-115029721366672102</id><published>2006-06-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:06:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.06.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;choleric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Misery - Greenday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH GINGER PRIDE! CHARLIE! wtf mate? Funny how no one else can see that but me. But now that I've typed it here everyone's seen it... Right. Moving swiftly on. You blogged : - that really is amazing haha. Did I see you last weekend? Don't remember but DUDE. STOP RETURNING TO WHEREVER LATE. It freaks me out so quit it haha. Be more punctual, missy!&lt;br /&gt;I love the Green Day album &lt;strong&gt;Warning &lt;/strong&gt;:). Reminds me of good "old" times. Recently it's been something that has definitely been sorely missed. I'm so sick of this place it's unbelievable. Anyhew. Nothing I can do about it but keep my head down and get my shit done. LIKE my IA which is far from completion. So annoying I left all the work I've done so far on my computer and on my desk just as it was before I stopped before I went to bed and woke up &amp; left to school thinking when I get back it'd still be there but NOOO it was all put away and my computer was turned off :(. I was mighty annoyed. Not like I got much work done anyway, tee hee. Okay. Must focus. Ever since the exams finished it was like the rubber band snapped, the stomach fat that's been tensed and tucked in this whole time has popped the button and rolled out all over onto the floor. There's just no will to work buttt. I'm gonna in the end whether I like it or not :/ - the complaining helps make it easier :) hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta hold on to yourself. &lt;/em&gt;Today was kinda annoying. Still is - guess that's why I'm feeling choleric. It's still running through my system. Why do some people get pissy so fucking easily? CHILL MAN. shit! Just relax and stop being so anal sometimes. No one's perfect, you're definitely evidence of that. Sheez.&lt;br /&gt;On a better note though, going back to yesterday. IT WAS GOOD! (referring to CAS week), the common room looks effin' ACE man! I must admit. When we work... &lt;strong&gt;WE WORK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Simon &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; I were at school for a bloody 13 hours til 8:30 at night. My body was aching so freakin' much I tried to stay awake for the whole &lt;strong&gt;SOUTH KOREA -heartheartheart- &lt;/strong&gt;vs. TOGO match but WOULD YOU BELIEVE, &lt;strong&gt;THREE &lt;/strong&gt;minutes for the end of the match I fall asleep. There was just no way my body could continue alive anymore it was craaaaaaaazy. But I caught all the juicy bits and we won HEHEHE. Was woken up by the Dad at midnight to go to bed and I was mumbling to him to wake me up at 3 for the BRAZIL match. &amp; apparently he did and I was all like, "yea okay, I'm coming" and went back to sleep. Don't you hate it when you do that? Especially if you don't remember anyone waking you up at all haha. &lt;strong&gt;BRAZIL &lt;/strong&gt;won in the end ee hee hee but by one goal only :(. It was funny, during the year 1 futie training on tuesdays, we simulated the "WORLD CUP FINAL MATCH" between yellow (BRAZIL) and blue (ENGLAND) HAHA and the &lt;strong&gt;blues&lt;/strong&gt; won 2 - 1, their second goal was scored IN THE LAST 30 SECONDS WOULD YOU BELIEVE. &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Simon &lt;/strong&gt;was going on about how it was fate and a sign well.. PFT. Brazil wonnn~ It was so sad though! One of the kids, &lt;strong&gt;Frankie&lt;/strong&gt; (who reminds me of like.. mini Mafia, WHY I don't know haha), and at the end of the match he was like, "I'm not coming to football anymore because we keep loosing!" And it's so not his fault! He just happens to always be on the team that looses :/ poor guy. &amp; this other kid, &lt;strong&gt;Shaun&lt;/strong&gt;, took the loss SO HARD. I think it was cause I pumped them with so much energy in the beginning about Brazil being the best and all that :/ heeeeee whups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dread futie traning until right before it ends and once we start it's just like.. you get so into it. On good days the kids are awesome really and the sweetest things. &lt;strong&gt;Ayden's &lt;/strong&gt;a bit dodgey though with smacking my ass and it's really... uncomfortable? To say the least. Especially with all the parents watching :. Goodness, I mean, teach your kid some manners man. SPEAKING OF WHICH! We have this game I inventeded - HOLY SHIT I JUST REALISED I DIDN'T TURN UP FOR GYMNASTICS TODAY. FUCK! Oh fuck a duck my bad.... Shit. I really need to get myself organized. I'm so busy with so much crap but I don't have the memory abilities to remember what I have to do and when I just forget everything I need to do. It really fucks things up, big time. I think I'm gonna have Alzheimer's &lt;sp?&gt;disease soon. I think I have it now :/. heh. Okay I'm not gonna bother finishing my excellently, thrilling futie story, I'll save that for a rainy day ;). Mm, the length of this blog ain't too bad eh? hehe. I HAVE SO MUCH TO DOOOOO~ It makes me wanna cry :(. Okay. Seeing as how this is an online journal (and I don't have an offline journal I actually look at. I'll type my shit out and hopefully it'll help me remember what I've gotta do :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGENT THINGS TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buy ice for the social this friday &lt;strong&gt;(for anyone who needs to know: 16th June, @ School hall, Traffic Lights theme, 8 - 12 as usual).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buy decorations for the social - again, friday (streamers, etc. Make traffic light thingoes out of cardboard or no time? Just buy more? BUDGET = $50).&lt;br /&gt;- PRINT OUT SPEAKING BANK AND GIVE PERSONALLY TO SENORA &lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;muy importante! (for THURSDAY)_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not so urgent things to do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish IA, straight to Powell for second draft.&lt;br /&gt;- Get the two bio practicals done before week is over (intolerance to salt SL + transpiration HL).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Start&lt;/em&gt; first draft for Extended Essay.&lt;br /&gt;- Get some studying done? (I highly doubt but whatever).&lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;em&gt;Must do not so urgent jobs before end of week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY &amp; remember every week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TUESDAY; year 1. futie. 4 - 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;- WEDNESDAY; gymnastics. 4 - 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. that's not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; bad right? :/. &lt;em&gt;Up yours, you may not see it but I cover my end. &lt;/em&gt;People go through worse. Yea. It's okay. It'll be done in no time :) .... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARLIE &lt;/strong&gt;I really miss you man. You being in the hostel "num chucks" (haha, I hope you got that e-mail) some MAJOR BOLLOCKS! No MSN is bullshite. As soon as I get credit I'll msg. Since you can't say shit in e-mail write something here :). Let me know how you're doing my lovely :D.&lt;br /&gt;Mwaaaaaah, love all you c*nts! heeeeeeehehe. I don't actually. I just said it to make you feel falsey warm and fuzzy inside. -insert heart here-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-115029721366672102?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/115029721366672102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=115029721366672102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115029721366672102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/115029721366672102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/06/14062006.html' title='14.06.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114966299538474972</id><published>2006-06-07T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:49:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ginger pride.</title><content type='html'>jess! you should be proud of me! i'm actually blogging! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've jut lost the motivation to type up a really long one, so i'll keep it short so you don't get too bored (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto, well it's 2.31 and i pretty much just got up, went to a fucking awesome party last night, davids back so it's been party party party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much has been happening actually, a few odd things but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;had my last exam on monday night, thank fucking god the exams are over! i have a nice week off now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents left on thursday, they've decided to pack up and move to doha, i'd like to see how their getting on there seeing as it's about 45degrees and rains like once a year. might be joining them after year 12, but i don't fancy sand and camels so if i stay i'll be living in the hostel and with james on the weekends (: I'm living with ze german neighbours at the moment which is pretty wicked cos they don't really care if i come home or not haha, and the food, holyshit it's fucking good. i love their amah, she's a genius in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so besides the fact half of jis is leaving, life is pretty fucking good. i would post pictures from last night but the photo blogging thing isnt working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all i have to say so i'll leave you here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114966299538474972?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114966299538474972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114966299538474972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114966299538474972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114966299538474972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/06/ginger-pride.html' title='ginger pride.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114943458470431233</id><published>2006-06-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:27:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04.06.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;fookin' tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Walk away - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/Brooke_by_vanlec.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/Brooke_by_vanlec.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted es tan agradable, querido :). Entendia el gist de lo que usted dijo, pero realmente no entiendo porque usted lo dijo, heh. Soy que falta algo? :/. Mi espanol es regular, no muy bien. Usted debe e-mail y ponerme al dia! Por favor, :(. Le falto tengo gusto loco, no puede esperar para verle en agosto. Te quiero mucho, mi amor! mwaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Back to bahasa inggeris. Dude were you saying something about someone's dark eyes? I got what you said but I'm not sure why you said it :/ haha. Lo siento, senora! Holyshit I have the worst pins and needles : AAAAHAHAHAHA FACK HAHAHAHAHAHA oh fuck they hurt/tickle haaaahahahahaha. eeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; I have wicked news. We've got the fully green light for you staying during the summer :D:D:D my mum said everything was cool with her and whatnot so long as you follow our &lt;u&gt;house rules.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Then she was like, "hmm, yea, &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt;'s a good girl." HAHA. &lt;em&gt;pft&lt;/em&gt;, I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;you should see her now! &lt;/em&gt;hehe ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail me bitch, I wanna know what's happening. I love you :).&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw, in quick reply to your e-mail, the pain was purely physical haha. Not from jogging like you thought but diving. DUDE there is so much to tell you. Kinda. haha okay whatever I'm just bored as a duck stuck in a truck. wow there's some rhyming skills for you hAHa).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114943458470431233?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114943458470431233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114943458470431233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114943458470431233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114943458470431233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/06/04062006.html' title='04.06.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114908287789814200</id><published>2006-05-31T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:41:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31.05.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Cuando cuando - Michael Buble feat. Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily dose of imagery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/DSC00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/DSC00286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been circulating the streets in the pulsing heat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I scoured your town, completely aroused,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making love to your memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is the last time that I'll hold your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you I'm your biggest fan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114908287789814200?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114908287789814200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114908287789814200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114908287789814200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114908287789814200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/05/31052006.html' title='31.05.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114884149827396937</id><published>2006-05-29T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:53:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29.05.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you think you can tell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven from hell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue skies from pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell a green field,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a cold steel rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Wish you were here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114884149827396937?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114884149827396937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114884149827396937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114884149827396937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114884149827396937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/05/29052006.html' title='29.05.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114830210636918017</id><published>2006-05-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:50:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.05.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've got the dreamers disease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening: &lt;/strong&gt;She's got a ticket to ride - The Beatles :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling:&lt;/strong&gt; full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical me - I magically manage to find time to blog when the exams start when I should be studying. I HATE THESE EXAMS. Man, they've never been important in the past WHY NOW. They've never been regarded as more than random mock exams to give the teachers something to put in our records without sounding like we've done jackshit all year. But noo, now it determines whether we go into year 13 or not. Unecessary fucking stress man. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She-duu-bii, &lt;em&gt;shattereddd. shattereddd.&lt;/em&gt; HOKAY. Uhm yes. So IB's sucking the life out of me, what's new. OH ON FRIDAY eeeeeeeeehehehe &lt;strong&gt;grayamy &lt;/strong&gt;was the freakin' sweetest thang and got me a rose from her mummy's garden TEEEEEEHEHEHEHE ISN'T THAT SO SWEET OF HER?!! I wish I took a picture of it before it wilted :( it was so gorgeous and smelt so niice. &amp; it was so spontaneous I &lt;em&gt;looove &lt;/em&gt;it. More people should live like that. It makes life so much more interesting :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice today's first "exam" was theatre arts which really wasn't an exam. We delivered out powerpoint presentations and then sat around after each one talking about these dead theatrical revolutionaries. It was a nice way to 'ease in' into the exams. OH MAN. THAT REMINDS ME. HOLY SHIT. YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE. &lt;strong&gt;Toebs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I were talking about dreams in history and shit AND DID YOU KNOW EATING CHEESE BEFORE YOU GO TO BED GIVES YOU DREAMS?!!! I had no fucking idea it's awesome. I haven't had a dream since the beginning of IB and it was really starting to piss me off coz I like having dreams haha anyhew. Uhm, yea. So i had cheese on saturday night AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT I HAD A DREAM. &amp; the weird thing is in the dream I was like thinking, "haha wouldn't it be funny if today (sunday) my internet fucked up and i've left my drama presentation til last minute i'd be so fucked, ha ha ha". Then in the dream I freaked myself out and got paranoid so I went downstairs (in the dream) to check the internet and it was okay thank goodness. Then! In real life I wake up and walk downstairs and my dad walks out of the office and says, "hmm.. the internet is down". &lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU BELIEVE?!! WHAT WERE THE FUCKING ODDS! &lt;/strong&gt;I tell you. I'm freaking psychic. hehe. yes. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history papers were... kinda shit? I don't know. Feels like I didn't write enough. &lt;em&gt;I wanna kiss you on the mouth and tell you I'm your biggest fan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shafum! &lt;/strong&gt;: He's got me addicted to that song. The name is so ironic, ha. Only managed to get hold of one picture from last weekend so I shall post it so you losers may entertain yourselves for a few more measley seconds :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I need to cuss less. Ha, like that's gonna happen during the exams. SHIT. SHIT BIO. OH MY FREAK I'M SO SCREWED. Why the hell did I take higher Bio. What on Earth possessed me to do something so ridiculously insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go rounddd~. &lt;/em&gt;Oh man. Good news. Another good weekend coming up hehe I fuh-reaking LOVE YOU harlotte. HAHA. Harlotte. Harley. That's hilarious. What were the odds? ;) hehe. Okay. That's something to get me through the week. Concentraaaaaaaaaaate. Shit i should be studying. Man I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo another photiemahotie to feast your eyes on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/DSCF0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/DSCF0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy playing &lt;strong&gt;Paul's &lt;/strong&gt;voice was amazing. Okay this is a little late but whateverrrrr. Shit must study. Caffeine has no effect whatsoever anymore. That's sad :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhh. Love love.&lt;br /&gt;Fug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114830210636918017?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114830210636918017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114830210636918017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114830210636918017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114830210636918017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/05/22052006_22.html' title='22.05.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114813089821177961</id><published>2006-05-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:15:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.05.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love this little turd :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114813089821177961?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114813089821177961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114813089821177961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114813089821177961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114813089821177961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/05/20052006.html' title='20.05.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114754095038594811</id><published>2006-05-14T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:25:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.05.2006</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lou!&lt;/strong&gt; I freakin' miss you. I can't believe you're leaving :(. De'fountain, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hana:&lt;/strong&gt; Got the most recent msgs you left me on msn :( they made me cry. I miss you like you wouldn't believe! Counting down the days until you arrive :D. Love you so much lepri, you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah anytime ;). Is it all sorted? :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARLIE &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;HAM&lt;/strong&gt;. You two are &lt;em&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ham&lt;/strong&gt;, you're never ever gonna read this but it's the thought that counts haha. You're wicked stuff :). &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for today. It's something that has been well overdue. It's been too long since I had such a wicked day. I love you whore. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;What and where would I be without you people to keep me sane -insert hug here-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; I finished all the bloody knowledge reviews today. Those things are a bitch. &lt;strong&gt;Farid &lt;/strong&gt;was an uber sweetie for saving us from death by starvation. Went straight to yacht club from there (detour to the yacht club in KB ha) then finally managed to reach the right yacht club. Saw my absolute legend of a &lt;strong&gt;whore&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ham &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Cam &lt;/strong&gt;(hey that rhymes haha). Can't be fucked to go into the details. But it was a fucken good day. I STILL WANNA KNOW IF THAT WAS BYRON &lt;sp?&gt;with the lambchops haha. &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;, I love you, you stupid cow :D. If you even &lt;em&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/em&gt; leaving again I shall have to zap you with a cowprodder thing and paralyze you forever. I'm fully serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy freakin' Mothers' Day. x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snapsnap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You almost always pick the best times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To drop the worst lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You almost made me cry again this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another false alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Red flashing lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well this time I'm not going to watch myself die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think I made it a game to play your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And let myself cryI buried myself alive on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I could shut you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And let you go away for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess it's okay I puked the day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if you want me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think the chain broke away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I felt it the day that I had my own time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I took advantage of myself and felt fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But it was worth the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I caught an early flight and I made it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And if you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nicer than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114754095038594811?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114754095038594811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114754095038594811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114754095038594811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114754095038594811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/05/13052006.html' title='13.05.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114621611262135903</id><published>2006-04-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:21:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS YOU JESSICA CHEOK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114621611262135903?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114621611262135903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>15.04.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/658breaking_tvs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/658breaking_tvs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal for the year:&lt;br /&gt;- become a social recluse :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114507573923780771?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114507573923780771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114507573923780771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114507573923780771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114507573923780771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/04/15042006.html' title='15.04.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114477190726439767</id><published>2006-04-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:19:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.04.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/sunflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hana darling, &lt;/strong&gt;sorry this has to be quick. I'm exhausted from crying (from a movie, don't worry haha. Pathetic, I know). Anyways. Don't 'lose the faith' - even though you suffer because of selfish/insecure/rude/inconsiderate people, be thankful you're not one of them. I love you hun :). &lt;em&gt;"Buck up, soldier. It's not our fault we were created stronger than others and have to suffer for their faults, just gotta accept it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114477190726439767?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114477190726439767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114477190726439767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114477190726439767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114477190726439767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/04/11042006.html' title='11.04.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114454901575206166</id><published>2006-04-09T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:18:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.04.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/110two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/110two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too many sensations for a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; feeling. Maybe I need to take a step back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114454901575206166?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114454901575206166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114454901575206166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114454901575206166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114454901575206166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/04/09042006.html' title='09.04.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114380925375409247</id><published>2006-03-31T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:47:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31.03.2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRAP.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not 4 weeks of school I gotta survive. It's eight. &lt;em&gt;EIGHT!&lt;/em&gt; EIGHT FUCKING WEEKS WITHOUT A BREAK ARE YOU ALL FUCKING MAD?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toebs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt;, and I established today during math that there is an IB disease, which is where you completely stop doing homework at home. You squeeze it in here and there and you just really don't and just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; bring yourself to give a shit. Thank God it's not just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114380925375409247?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114380925375409247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114380925375409247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114380925375409247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114380925375409247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/31032005.html' title='31.03.2005'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114330374102042338</id><published>2006-03-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:25:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a smoking-drinking-swearing Buddha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Redraft my world lit.&lt;br /&gt;- Print my extended essay research.&lt;br /&gt;- Clean the shit off my table.&lt;br /&gt;- Survive school for another 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really. really. really really really. don't wanna go back to school :(. Still kinda stuck in that lazy-do-fuck-all rut. I have one day to get out of it. &lt;strong&gt;Liam/Dom's &lt;/strong&gt;was fun, swam, ate, laughed bla bla blaa. It ended too soon though. Chilled with &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Adi&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards aaaaaaaaaaaaand yea. The rest is history? What the fuck am I talking about. Chilled with &lt;strong&gt;Grayamy &lt;/strong&gt;just now. Was funny :). Then later rendevouzed (well, not really, we went to pick him up) with &lt;strong&gt;Ibanez&lt;/strong&gt; then went to &lt;strong&gt;Kern's.&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty routinely night but all in all it was fun. This is the most boring most pointless shit (&lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt;, I really hope you get alot out of this blog coz I'm only doing it for you haha). There's really nothing much else to say. &amp; since this blog is abso-fucking-lutely a waste of freakin' space, I'll be ever so considerate and spice it up. Man I'm in a weird mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try and focus on the blurs though the window. As you desperately try and grab some form or thought out from the black infinite void inside your mind. Finally one emerges. Struggle to push it back in. Get distracted by the ever increasing droplets that further distort your vision. Still the thought forces through. As you slowly exhale you close your eyes. A tear drops because you know when they reopen the thought is dead. Fallen back into the infinite void it came from. You killed it. It can never come back. That tear tells us you have no choice. Time to breathe in. You look out once more through the window. It is finally over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can focus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Inspired from a bus ride from &lt;strong&gt;the land of a thousand flowers&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Ho Chi Minh City&lt;/strong&gt;. How, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/bvb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/bvb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/charliedigicam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/charliedigicam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just can't help but miss the good old fucken days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114330374102042338?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114330374102042338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114330374102042338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114330374102042338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114330374102042338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/25032006.html' title='25.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114313335823054772</id><published>2006-03-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:03:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess it's just another night all alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114313335823054772?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114313335823054772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114313335823054772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114313335823054772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114313335823054772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/24032006.html' title='24.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114269536701891758</id><published>2006-03-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:22:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard luck you've been trying to tame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from &lt;strong&gt;Nina's&lt;/strong&gt; thing. It was fun :). Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Nina&lt;/strong&gt;. The music was pretty trippy but I liked it haha I wanna hunt it down. Such nice chilling music.&lt;br /&gt;Ehh deviantArt won't let me submit a wicked picture :(. I'll just post it here it's so awesome haha.&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been &lt;em&gt;fun.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;happy the end of the term has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; come. I swear. I was going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;DIE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (okay maybe I'm exagerating but pft, whatever). Last day of school was nice. Slept late so woke up feeling like shit and decided to skip higher Bio, nyaha. Sleeping those extra two hours felt so amazing, I swear. Sleeping in is the absolute shizniz. Went into school at 9.30, saw &lt;strong&gt;Hannah &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Semen&lt;/strong&gt; coming across the bridge, stole &lt;strong&gt;Semen&lt;/strong&gt; and went across the road. I love him man! Just sitting and talking with him is so nice :) I love iiitttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;We were contemplating on the idea of skipping math as well, just to end the term with a "bang" haha but we decided to be goodie two shoes and go. Something I &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; regret - there was a suprise test on bloody Biomial whatsits which I missed most on coz I had to resit the exam and bla bla blaaa. Anyways. I think I failed :). Whoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. This break is when I can just fucking relax the shit outta myself and clear everything out of my head and go back into school with the right 'attitude' and just pull my shit together. Now I know you're thinking, "AAAAHAHA PFFT I wonder how long that's gonna last!" Well, no suprise there I'm thinking that too but for &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt;, all I can say to that is I'm gonna, &lt;em&gt;"keep the faith"&lt;/em&gt;. Nyeh. Will I? OH WHATEVER. This blog is full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, (not the shit, &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; haha), I'll just send you the photies you want via MSN coz something tells me posting them &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; up here isn't a good idea. Why, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My foot has fallen asleep. Anyways. Yes. Friday. &lt;strong&gt;Grayamy&lt;/strong&gt; stayed the night :). We bought tupperware for &lt;strong&gt;Ceaser &lt;/strong&gt;aaaahahaha it was funny. Then we went to &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lai's&lt;/strong&gt; house for &lt;strong&gt;apple crumble and ice-cream. &lt;/strong&gt;HOW GOOD DOES THAT SOUND. My goodness it was heaven. &lt;strong&gt;Keeran&lt;/strong&gt; is nasty man! And &lt;strong&gt;Ms Lai&lt;/strong&gt; is a friggin' good cook. Then we went home showered whatever and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION: the shisha at Mamih is fucking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fuck man it really pissed me off. The dinner was great. But when the shisha came the guy asked me to try it and I did but the water wasn't bubbling which meant something wasn't right. But &lt;em&gt;noooo,&lt;/em&gt; fucking stupid guy telling me I didn't know how to do it and that I wasn't sucking hard enough. NYAAARGHH it makes me so mad! &gt;:\ . So I suck like there's no fucking tomorrow and I feel like shit on my tongue and what is it? &lt;strong&gt;ASH! &lt;/strong&gt;I was inhaling fucking ash! So I tell the guy to try it and he says in malay, "no, diesease" and I was thinking that I was gonna take off the foil before he put it in his mouth coz he must be fucking dieseased. IN THE HEAD. ARGH so angry. Anyways I tell him that it doesn't friggin' work so he walks off all pissy and this chick comes back and says this one'll work. Everything's set up and bla bla blaa and inhale I go and I get this fucking mouthful of ash. &lt;em&gt;Complete fucken ash. &lt;/em&gt;I mean I wouldn't be so pissed if there some shisha that came with the ash haha but UGH! And &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; eyes are so wide so there's so much ash it went onto my lips and my face hahah it's pretty funny actually. But yea I spat out this freakin' wad of ash @?#^?#$&amp;* it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nasty. And what makes it even worse was that Sugar &amp;amp; Spice was closed :(.&lt;br /&gt;Went for nasi katok the next morning. And holyfreakin'moly was it good. Heavenly. We sat watching &lt;strong&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/strong&gt; but we fell asleep. Theeeeeeeeen.. went rba. Ran. Sweated. Ran somemore. Saw &lt;strong&gt;Maenpa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;sp?&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Duce. &lt;/strong&gt;Ate. Chilled. Laughed. Went home. Went to &lt;strong&gt;Nina's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so wait for the holidays to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/Copy%20of%20SH104061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/Copy%20of%20SH104061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//@ Charlie's. Wednesday 15th March 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114269536701891758?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114269536701891758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114269536701891758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114269536701891758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114269536701891758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/18032006.html' title='18.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114227880363446784</id><published>2006-03-14T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:40:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I really wanna say, I can't define. What I really wanna say is I've got mine. And I'll make it, yes I'm going up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:39 am. Great. Two and a half more hours til school. I'm gonna be so fucked. At least I've done my stupid world lit. Haven't dont the bio prac write up tho. Or studied for the math exam I've got just waiting for me at lunch time. Whoopteedoo tomorrow will be &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll email you the weekend, don't think I should really talk about what I did here since &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; can read this site. All I can say was that it was one &lt;u&gt;wicked&lt;/u&gt; friday, a day I really wouldn't mind repeating over :). Half an hour! Whooo, that's what you call skill bebeh. This blog is dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;Grayamy&lt;/strong&gt; coz she's such a sweetheart :D hehe. Mwaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;I'd post a pic we took but haven't uploaded it yet. They all look so professionally stupid haha. My head hurts. Chilled with &lt;strong&gt;Zul&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;his cousin &lt;/strong&gt;just now. FUCK THAT WAS SOME GOOD NASI KATOK! May there be more to come :) haha. Can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;Charlie's&lt;/strong&gt; project to commence &gt;:) heehee. I just hope I can get out alive tomorrow. Gotta see Hollis about my EE too. Ach shit.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Ama &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Bilz&lt;/strong&gt; should be fun fun &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song to download: &lt;strong&gt;Sublime - santeria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114227880363446784?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114227880363446784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114227880363446784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114227880363446784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114227880363446784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/14032006.html' title='14.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114202516088793762</id><published>2006-03-11T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:12:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would blog the day because it was awesome but I'm &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; fucking tired. Maybe I'll have energy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Liam. I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/untitled.1.jpg" 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/13191841-114202516088793762?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114202516088793762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114202516088793762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114202516088793762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114202516088793762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/11032006.html' title='11.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114192372533312202</id><published>2006-03-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:02:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stop the world and melt with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:59 am. I can't sleep. I have to be up in 5 hours. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lassie: &lt;/strong&gt;(: I just.. find them? ha. mwah.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hana:&lt;/strong&gt; I know it'll pass but it sure as hell is taken a fucken long time. Love you too :) can &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; wait to see you either. The summer seems so &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; away :(. &amp; I know, I fell in love with the layout at first sight too :D. Miss you maaaaaaaaaaan. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/leave.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving forward, using all my breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making love to you was never second best&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world thrashing all around your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst.. I &lt;u&gt;miss&lt;/u&gt; you Charlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114192372533312202?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114192372533312202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114192372533312202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114192372533312202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114192372533312202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/10032006.html' title='10.03.2006'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-114152673987238329</id><published>2006-03-05T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:45:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;vapour on your body, glistens in the shower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to change the Christmas layout, it was beyond old. And by changing our layout it's given me motivation to blog just because. Life has been pretty mental recently.. but a slow, non-hectic kinda mental. If that makes sense? Like alots happening but it's taking it's sweet as time and it's actually pretty annoying. BGIC is over, my homestay are gone and they were soo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweeeet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so quiet and empty now haha. Even though it was only 3 nights they were here, we talked a whole loada crap hehe. It was nice :).&lt;br /&gt;Oliver rehearsals later on. &lt;strong&gt;Ms Swan&lt;/strong&gt;'s gonna go ape again. I swear one day she's just gonna spontaenously combust.&lt;br /&gt;In a way this blog is to &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; because she's like the perfect person to get shit out to :D haha. But yea, &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt;, get me away fromm hereeee :(. I CAN'T WAIT TIL YOU COME :D:D It's gonna be fucken awesome like you wouldn't BELIEVE! &lt;em&gt;Let the good times roll ;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Yea. I'm getting real sick of this place, most of the people and just this damn country. I know everyone's all, "but it's home. It's safe, bla bla bla" but there's is absolutely nothing for me here. Maybe a handful of people but they're all leaving soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot cannot cannootttt wait for the summer :D. Shit haha. My mind's being random now so bear with it but.. I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE SUMMER :D:D. &lt;strong&gt;Chills, Ibanez, Alex...&lt;/strong&gt; fuck it's gonna be the summer from heaven heheee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. In a nutshell, life's being a bitch. But then again when is it not eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-114152673987238329?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/114152673987238329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=114152673987238329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114152673987238329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/114152673987238329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/03/vapour-on-your-body-glistens-in-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113855628811211223</id><published>2006-01-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:04:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hana's 17!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sweet&lt;/u&gt; seventeen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; please don't hate me for this but I watched &lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt; before doing this blog and I'm all tired out and my eyes are all glazed from staring at the screen so long without blinking. ha. ha. ANYWAYS. OMG. OKAY. You are like, &lt;em&gt;fucking seventeen&lt;/em&gt;. That's.. &lt;u&gt;TWO DIGITS&lt;/u&gt;. That's.. well.. a prime number. MMMMMMMMMMM Yea. You know I've just realised.. chances are you're not seventeen yet. Like you were born at 6 in the evening or something like that. SO technically I could sleep and do it when I wake up? .... Actually no I know I wont. Okay okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just no other words. Why do I love you? Coz you're silly and blonde. HAHA no kidding. Uhm. Becauseeeeeeeeee.. You're there for me whether you want to be or not. You're patient when I'm being an annoying little shit. You're understand when I'm being an unreasonable bitch. You care when I'm being a moody cow. You listen when all you wanna do is talk. You give the best hugs even when you're feeling absolutely shitty yourself. You can put things into respect without patronizing the person. You are both a "mom" at times and a fucking good friend. You don't freak out like a headless chicken when we're stuck in the jungle and it's getting late while &lt;strong&gt;Fang &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Crackers&lt;/strong&gt; are lost somewhere and we have no light. You give in when you know you really shouldn't coz you're the one who's actually right. You say sorry when you aren't and shouldn't be. You think about things. You don't judge. You can't cook (which doesn't make me feel more useless than I already am haha). You are in love with mee goreng (those who aren't are just plain mad). You care about what's inside more than anything else. You not only have sympathy, but empathy which is just as important. You've helped achieved great moments of epiphanies (and the best part is you don't even know when you do). You aren't shallow. You don't mind saying you don't like what's happening and that you don't agree with it but you'll stay because you're loyal (waterfall jumps, anyone? hehe). You know when to call or send a msg just saying, "&lt;em&gt;Love you&lt;/em&gt;" or&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;or even just a little smiley because those little messages brighten up whole days.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think someone could type all that about me but nah. It's only heaven-sent angels who could possibly be so much all at once. . . (has anyone else noticed how this blog seems to have gotten very mushy. .? :/).&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut the crap and get straight to the point :p. I love you, i really do as a friend, mom dad brother sister WHATEVER you name it. I'm always here for you (which I'm hoping applies vice-versa wise haha). I hope you had a fucking wonderful day. Loiiiike fantabulous-meet-the-one-for-you-who-immediately-sweeps-you-off-your-skinny-feet kinda birthday hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp; STOP WITH THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY BLUES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Be 17 and love it :). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mwah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and opened me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;And then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;These words are coming from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;In good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sound familar? It's one of the year 6 graduation songs we had to sing hehe. It still applies).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4921/1150/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113855628811211223?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113855628811211223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113855628811211223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113855628811211223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113855628811211223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2006/01/hanas-17.html' title='hana&apos;s 17!'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113560964560810733</id><published>2005-12-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:07:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.12.2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll dance in the pouring rain until the water drowns us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Technology has decided tonight to turn on me and bite me in the ass. Bring it on &gt;: grr. Just spent the last hour trying to get pixies from the laptop to my computer but the internet/iPod is being a bitch so yea. Boring old blog with no pictures today :). Such typical holiday pictures too haha :D. Ehhh so I finally went out today :D first time I've been to gdg in nearly a month and shit. there's still absolutely nothing to do there. I hate going on a holiday and doing all the things the country has to offer and coming home and having nothing.): Except for &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; I guess which make having jackshit to do all okay in the end :D. Finally saw &lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt;! Yayayayayayay it was good :). &amp;amp; saw &lt;strong&gt;Koo&lt;/strong&gt;, uhh and other people. haha I remember him clearly coz I haven't seen him in friggin' ages and he had a weird blonde thing sticking out at a odd angle from under his cap. Okay I think I'm gonna go watch Arsenal vs. Liverpool now. Yadioos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113560964560810733?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113560964560810733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113560964560810733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113560964560810733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113560964560810733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/26122005.html' title='26.12.2005'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113553813841088076</id><published>2005-12-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:29:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people rushing left to right, there's pretty faces left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would you believe it, it's Christmas already. My how time flies. In 3 days &lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt; gets back, in 1.5 weeks &lt;strong&gt;Naz&lt;/strong&gt; is leaving for good to KL and so many other things are happening that I thought would never get here. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Singapore today, and already miss everyone there but ehhh what to do. Brunei is so fucking empty! : I can't remember the last time I saw such empty roads.. (well, it was 3 weeks ago to be exact but whatever haha). On the way home with our 50 billion bags there were like absolutely no cars driving. Like a ghost town :\. . . hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, even though I've been complaining that I had quite a shitty Christmas it started off great coz &lt;strong&gt;whore &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;adikAdi&lt;/strong&gt; came over and I got COUNT THEM, three, THREE presents from her :D:D hehehehe God I love you &lt;strong&gt;Charlie &lt;/strong&gt;:D. Your presents are always the nicest haha. Can you believe, I HAVE A ROPE LADDER NOW HAHAHAHA, my route of escape shall forever be secured with this weapon of FUCK IT'S OUT ON MY BALCONY!!! @!?$ Yhg%*. Well that's clever, it's now soaking wet haha shit my memory's brilliant. Okay anyways, yea &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt; basically, I'm trying to say I love it :D haha. "Jeremy will appreciate it so much :D" HAHA. &amp; I looooooooooove the picture you framed coz a). I don't look &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid and it brings back wicked memories :) hehe. And the framing's so nice and black :D, haha I like! Can't wait to put it up. You should get me a framed picture with every occasion that comes by. Omg that'd be so cool my room would be so nice :O HAHA YEA! I think I'll do that on my own.. when I'm bothered that is, heh hehhhhh. &amp;amp; the 3rd present which must not be named nearly made me faint :p haha damn straight don't open it infront of my parents, holyfuck. But thankyou coz those presents made my day :D:D teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the two 'married' lovebirds nearly beat each other up, got ready for church which didn't even happen coz we were so clever and forgot that it was cancelled hahaaaaaaaaaaa, clever cheok family 8). What's more, the car roof is caving in and the aircon doesn't work and the tire's flat SO! my parents didn't feel like driving me to &lt;strong&gt;Liam's&lt;/strong&gt; :( and I really unbelievably wanted to see him. Eish. Anyways, went online after takinga miserable nap and chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Toebs&lt;/strong&gt; made my night for some reason :D haha. We combined our lazy-ass forces to go and make ourselves some indomee, yum yum &lt;em&gt;yum.&lt;/em&gt; It was goood stuff but I felt bad after eating it coz it's so friggin' unhealthy. I think... when the holiday's over, I'm gonna have to start running and sit-ups and all that :(. OR I'll become this pudgey thing. Alright! It's decided.(: When school starts it's clean healthy eating for me :D. . .(pfft, says you and you're probably right haha).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea I was watching America's next top Model when the storm got in the way of my signal so I came up with &lt;strong&gt;Jellybean&lt;/strong&gt; and started chatting to &lt;strong&gt;Kenny &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Dian&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kenny&lt;/strong&gt;, I've missed you! haha. Then just helped &lt;strong&gt;Dian &lt;/strong&gt;with my d&amp;amp;c superskills (HA, right, yea) haha and yea. Now I'm bored and feel like drawing. Think I'm gonna be helping &lt;strong&gt;Dian &lt;/strong&gt;put up a site soon, I sense it coming haha. So I'll just post this now before it erases itself or something stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess this Christmas wasn't that bad after all.(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113553813841088076?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113553813841088076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113553813841088076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113553813841088076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113553813841088076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113548874695084853</id><published>2005-12-25T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:32:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! :)</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK! I'm BACK!  heheheehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113548874695084853?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113548874695084853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113548874695084853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113548874695084853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113548874695084853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas! :)'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113543916953529844</id><published>2005-12-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:46:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm good to go, all i need's to hear a song i know.</title><content type='html'>BBBRRUUUUNNNNEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII         HHHHHHHHEEEEEEEERRRRRRREEEEEEE       IIIIIIIIII        CCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE! :D:D:D Yes finally. Clearing out some really old mail from my account and shit we used to type real funny when we were young. &amp;amp;quite weirdly too.. hahah man we were strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113543916953529844?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113543916953529844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113543916953529844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113543916953529844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113543916953529844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-good-to-go-all-i-needs-to-hear-song.html' title='i&apos;m good to go, all i need&apos;s to hear a song i know.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113535504491967601</id><published>2005-12-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:24:04.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIR, YES SIR!</title><content type='html'>Wow. This holiday is giving me definite reason to blog, I've been totally bored shitless and I just wanna go home.)': I have a feeling this blogging business is probably gonna stop the minute I get back tho, hah, knowing me :D hee. I miss everyone :'(. I miss my bed my room my bathroom my dogs my cats my living room my balcony my hamock my computer my everything.): It's kinda boring constantly being with people who've stopped doing crazy things haha. Oh well, I've shopped a bitch load! :D. VIETNAM IS GREAT TO SHOP IN. LIKE REALLY. I got a pair of Roxy shoes (original) for just $35! Now that. is. a. bargain. haha. And bargaining in the markets are simply the best hehe. You ask for a price then they say no and you look all, "fine, your loss" and start to walk away and then they call you back and give in, muahaha. Oh fun fun.(: The people there are quite violent though :\. I got to model there too, for a supplier. It was great haha. I was paid with free clothes hee. Okay now I'm hungry. . . &amp;amp; being kicked off the computer so yeeeeeeeeeaaaa.. gonna go read &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Man&lt;/strong&gt; (Frank McCourt), good book. Bought so many books too - happy happy joy joy hehe. Can't wait to get back. Made dates with so many people, wheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113535504491967601?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113535504491967601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113535504491967601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113535504491967601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113535504491967601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/sir-yes-sir.html' title='SIR, YES SIR!'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-113521807341263365</id><published>2005-12-22T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:21:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a photograph, as the last train is leaving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHARLIE!!! I MISS YOU!!! )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-fucking fugilicious fugbug. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-113521807341263365?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/113521807341263365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=113521807341263365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113521807341263365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/113521807341263365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-photograph-as-last-train-is.html' title='Take a photograph, as the last train is leaving.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111918830476969301</id><published>2005-06-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:38:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is a special post for parents. &lt;/strong&gt;(stop making us clean our rooms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this room is straining to go to the center of the Earth. It's being pulled there by gravity, the primary organizing force of the universe. Because stuff on the floor is closer to the center of the Eearth that stuff on shelves or in drawers, this room is deeply organized, and for that the owner should be commended. Any effort at defying gravity, such as picking things up, wastes nonrenewable mucles energy. Lifting a sock changes useful muscle energy to useless room heat. When all the useful energy is converted to useless heat, the universe will die. As a result, putting away a single thing hastens the heat death of the entire universe! And certainly none of us wants that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: And by the way, the science is accurate. No fooling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 DAYS TIL PROM :D &lt;3!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mwah, fug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111918830476969301?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111918830476969301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111918830476969301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111918830476969301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111918830476969301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/06/save-universe.html' title='Save the Universe.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111858455936032707</id><published>2005-06-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:55:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long and goodnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 days til freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 days til prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111858455936032707?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111858455936032707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111858455936032707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111858455936032707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111858455936032707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-long-and-goodnight.html' title='So long and goodnight.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111790609962830480</id><published>2005-06-05T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:33:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acapulco sunrise.</title><content type='html'>Was just looking through a CD with all the photos of &lt;strong&gt;whore&lt;/strong&gt; and I. Holy fuck it was depressing. It's pretty much confirmed she's going to bloody JIS. I blame IB for being so fucking expensive. RAWR!! Shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfucker. (&lt;strong&gt;Whore!! &lt;/strong&gt;Singapore better be good!! ): hehe).&lt;br /&gt;It probably wont fully sink in until the first day of IB.): I'll probably start bawling my stupid eyes out. Anyways. I'm in no mood to go into a long blog of memories coz... yea. coz. I shall save it for another day.(:&lt;br /&gt;Btw &lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;!! You burnt me SO many but you still didn't put the one with my sillouhette on the beach hahah ;p. I wanna see it.(:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHH I'm so bucking fored out of my mind it's insane. On a brighter note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 10 FUCKING DAYS TIL END OF EXAMS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &amp;19 FUCKING MORE TIL PROM!! ........PROM!!&lt;/strong&gt; AAW?R$?&amp;amp;m4*?@?*#?~!!! yeesh. It seems like yesterday (sounds so cliche but whatever :p) we were just "graduating" from year6, where we were the "rulers" of the primary area (hahahha i kno :p) into year7 where we were back to the bottom. And we'd always be like, "Awwman year11's so far away!! We're never gonna get there! Coursework? Ha? Come again? Woahh.. look at the year11's, So hardworking" - HAHA right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, before I end this, everyone out there should kno that whenever you can, MAKE SURE you watch &lt;strong&gt;Stefan&lt;/strong&gt; jam. It is so fucking incredibly amazing it's not funny. Seriously ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-mwah, fug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111790609962830480?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111790609962830480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111790609962830480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111790609962830480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111790609962830480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/06/acapulco-sunrise.html' title='Acapulco sunrise.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111777965029218081</id><published>2005-06-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:20:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a deep breath, i know i'm gonna regret it &lt;3</title><content type='html'>just got home from school (: i'm fucking freezing my ass off. I was supposed to study, but ended up doing none and messing around in the music room :\. Oh! the guys were jamming, they were doing some of the songs theyre gonna do for prom.. it sounds fucking good! :D can't wait to see them perform :D:D. speaking of prom :D went for a fitting for my dress yesterday.. it's pretty much finished, they just need to alter it a bit (: i wanted to wear it home! haha. fuck i &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; wait till prom!! yeah. hah i'll go before i launch into a full essay on prom :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah&lt;br /&gt;-charlie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111777965029218081?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111777965029218081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111777965029218081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111777965029218081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111777965029218081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/06/take-deep-breath-i-know-im-gonna.html' title='take a deep breath, i know i&apos;m gonna regret it &lt;3'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111755473692915545</id><published>2005-06-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:29:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play my mother fucking song.</title><content type='html'>Aw man!! Rawr!! Reading &lt;strong&gt;Charlie's/whore's &lt;/strong&gt;post has put me into such a state of depression it's not funny. ): Maann.. Every fucking thing in that post is true and before I launch into a trip down my memory lane, I'm gonna stop myself and leave it for another boring day ;p. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I miss you guys already )': sniff).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jess/fug &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111755473692915545?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111755473692915545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111755473692915545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111755473692915545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111755473692915545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/06/play-my-mother-fucking-song.html' title='play my mother fucking song.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111754661068574270</id><published>2005-06-01T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:36:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would i be out of line if i said i missed you?</title><content type='html'>wooo!! two weeks left! Just imagine.. two weeks of studying.. then complete fucking freedom till september :D:D 2 and a half freaking months of absolutely no school/hwk/studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss isb though :\ it's gonna be so weird without seeing everyone everyday. I had so many fucking good times just sitting round the pta with everyone. Even when we went in to study, those were some of the best times.. the stupid things we talked about are the things i'm never gonna forget, like how you &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; need to heat a cake for it to rise, and how tadpoles have forcefields or why the language in Holland is called Dutch and not Hollish? (&lt;strong&gt;Fugly&lt;/strong&gt;! we will figure that one out!) I hate the thought of leaving, i know i'm not the only one.. but the selfpitty's kicking in so give me a break! It's the thought of not seeing the people i grew up with that's the worst, like &lt;strong&gt;Naz&lt;/strong&gt;! i've known her since my first fucking day in isb, thats a freaking decade! or how i used to think &lt;strong&gt;Hana&lt;/strong&gt; was strange cause she always used to wear that same purple Kuching tshirt in grade 6, and how &lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt; used to wear those tarten pants that reminded me of Rupert the bear, or how in grade 3 &lt;strong&gt;Robert&lt;/strong&gt; used to sit opposite me, and i used wonder why his green tshirt had buttons on the side of his collar. and how in grade 5 me and &lt;strong&gt;Sarah.w&lt;/strong&gt; used to call &lt;strong&gt;Izzi&lt;/strong&gt; gayguy, i didnt even know what that meant! sorry &lt;strong&gt;Izzi&lt;/strong&gt;, if you ever read this! or when me and &lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt; in grade 5 drew horrible pictures of someone (i will not name!) in soap on the mirrors, she had smiley faces on her boobies, the whole packet! and how &lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt; used to be half my size, but she caught up! and now she's taller than me! grr. and FOBISSA! i swear.. whoever stole BOTH my longsleeved bee's tshirts, i &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; find you! ..i miss those :( haha. Even the things we got in trouble for i'm never gonna forget.. like how we used to devise plans to not wear uniform.. one of the best ones i think i was "i got my period in my uniform" worked everytime (: and how we used to write stupid comments and converstaions in text books when we ran out of paper.. who ever gets my physics textbook next is gonna have a laugh :p. I'm gonna miss&lt;strong&gt; mrs. Sanderson's&lt;/strong&gt; stories, &lt;strong&gt;Jess's &lt;/strong&gt;hugs every morning, &lt;strong&gt;Hana's&lt;/strong&gt; silly spelling :p, &lt;strong&gt;Jo's&lt;/strong&gt; random comments, watching mr. cox[he doesnt deserve to be in bold x)] making a complete fucking dumbass out of himself, converstaions with &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt;.. how no matter what they were about they were interesting, &lt;strong&gt;Liam's&lt;/strong&gt; random actions (like eating a spoonful of salt for 5 bucks :p) &lt;strong&gt;Naz's&lt;/strong&gt; monkey face, &lt;strong&gt;Brian's&lt;/strong&gt; perfectionism, "tattooing" &lt;strong&gt;Izzat&lt;/strong&gt; during math and science, how he was the only one that never complained. eating my heart out at the pta, singing random blink 182 songs with people down the corridors and not giving two shits how bad we were, true blink fans! How &lt;strong&gt;Miel &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Javan&lt;/strong&gt; never fail to insult each other accross the physics lab every lesson. &lt;strong&gt;Tai's&lt;/strong&gt; "hey charlie, SHUTTUP!" ..the list goes on. I'm gonna fucking miss almost everything about isb, i cant imagine life without you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats enough from me, i could go on.. but i think i've bored you all to death!&lt;br /&gt;mwah&lt;br /&gt;-charlie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111754661068574270?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111754661068574270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111754661068574270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111754661068574270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111754661068574270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/would-i-be-out-of-line-if-i-said-i.html' title='would i be out of line if i said i missed you?'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111755594091644835</id><published>2005-06-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:12:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, this sucks :( -whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/640/PICT4454.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/320/PICT4454.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111755594091644835?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111755594091644835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111755594091644835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111755594091644835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111755594091644835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-this-sucks-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111746126422760027</id><published>2005-05-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:54:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided! i'm sick of my hair and i'm gonna cut it to this length. obviously wont look as purdy.): haha. yes. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/640/drfyn%20rd.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/320/drfyn%20rd.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111746126422760027?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111746126422760027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111746126422760027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746126422760027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746126422760027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-decided-im-sick-of-my-hair-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111746065135016289</id><published>2005-05-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:44:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something i found.. whore and i had a "productive" studying day :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/640/jaya.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/320/jaya.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111746065135016289?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111746065135016289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111746065135016289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746065135016289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746065135016289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111746052880012172</id><published>2005-05-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:42:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my baby jack daniels! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/640/jack.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/320/jack.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111746052880012172?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111746052880012172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111746052880012172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746052880012172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746052880012172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-baby-jack-daniels-333.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111746048135464727</id><published>2005-05-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:41:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brian looking... serious? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/640/brian.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/148/6079/320/brian.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111746048135464727?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111746048135464727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111746048135464727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746048135464727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746048135464727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/brian-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111746041065231694</id><published>2005-05-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:40:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you do something to me that i can't explain</title><content type='html'>boom bada boom. just gonna post more pics :D. i miss my digiCamera. ): heh.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! before i go.. does anyone kno why holland's language is called dutch? i mean, you have the country of england with the english language and then you have poland with the polish language. why isn't holland's native language hollish? haha. someone please answer if u kno why.&lt;br /&gt;xo.(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111746041065231694?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111746041065231694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111746041065231694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746041065231694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111746041065231694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-do-something-to-me-that-i-cant.html' title='you do something to me that i can&apos;t explain'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727488588531176</id><published>2005-05-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:08:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>layla</title><content type='html'>just spent 15 minutes trying to remember the password, great start i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. i dont really have much to say so heres some photos from mabuhi, the beach and kiulap, from the last few days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i saw Jess' prom dress, she looks fucking gorgeous in it.. i'd post the photo, but i have a feeling she might beat me up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727488588531176?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727488588531176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727488588531176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727488588531176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727488588531176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/layla.html' title='layla'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727389973379137</id><published>2005-05-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:51:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fug and lou in kiulap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4796.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4796.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727389973379137?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727389973379137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727389973379137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727389973379137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727389973379137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/fug-and-lou-in-kiulap.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727384805057792</id><published>2005-05-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:50:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha looks like my finger :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4791.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4791.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727384805057792?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727384805057792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727384805057792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727384805057792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727384805057792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahaha-looks-like-my-finger-p.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727375262641784</id><published>2005-05-28T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:49:12.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4789.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4789.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727375262641784?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727375262641784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727375262641784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727375262641784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727375262641784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727354952305231</id><published>2005-05-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:45:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jess and my godson, Jack Daniels. fucking cute i wanna eat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4730.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4730.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727354952305231?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727354952305231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727354952305231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727354952305231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727354952305231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/jess-and-my-godson-jack-daniels.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727340859724417</id><published>2005-05-28T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:43:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S A STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4704.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4704.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727340859724417?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727340859724417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727340859724417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727340859724417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727340859724417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-star.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727333106216438</id><published>2005-05-28T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:42:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hana and hannah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4709.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4709.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727333106216438?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727333106216438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727333106216438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727333106216438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727333106216438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/hana-and-hannah-d.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727328004580352</id><published>2005-05-28T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:41:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4697.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4697.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727328004580352?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727328004580352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727328004580352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727328004580352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727328004580352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/jo.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727323832917662</id><published>2005-05-28T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:40:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4702.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4702.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727323832917662?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727323832917662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727323832917662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727323832917662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727323832917662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727320194834223</id><published>2005-05-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:40:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the pool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4707.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4707.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727320194834223?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727320194834223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727320194834223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727320194834223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727320194834223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727314806215152</id><published>2005-05-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:39:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha the chandler smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4757.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4757.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727314806215152?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727314806215152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727314806215152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727314806215152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727314806215152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahaha-chandler-smile-d.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727307025614466</id><published>2005-05-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:37:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a starfish in there somewhere (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4782.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4782.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727307025614466?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727307025614466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727307025614466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727307025614466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727307025614466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-is-starfish-in-there-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727298313215642</id><published>2005-05-28T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:36:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha fugly (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4781.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727298313215642?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727298313215642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727298313215642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727298313215642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727298313215642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/haha-fugly-3.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727290652983054</id><published>2005-05-28T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:35:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/PICT4769.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/PICT4769.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727290652983054?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727290652983054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727290652983054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727290652983054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727290652983054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/d.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111727268314070198</id><published>2005-05-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:31:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/640/Copy%20of%20PICT4775.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/6053/320/Copy%20of%20PICT4775.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111727268314070198?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111727268314070198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111727268314070198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727268314070198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111727268314070198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/us.html' title=''/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13191841.post-111721070400356884</id><published>2005-05-28T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:18:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna break down and cry.</title><content type='html'>okay. here it is. fugly&amp;whore anonymous. something that probably wont last very long, knowing us, heh. for people who don't like us, stop reading and fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;much spanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw charlie! you're doing the next layout! my brain can't handle it haha ;p. i'm in such a bad mood after doing all that :p.&lt;br /&gt;mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this first ever blog on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is dedicated to superman.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-fugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13191841-111721070400356884?l=fuglywhore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/feeds/111721070400356884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13191841&amp;postID=111721070400356884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111721070400356884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13191841/posts/default/111721070400356884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuglywhore.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wanna-break-down-and-cry.html' title='i wanna break down and cry.'/><author><name>fugly&amp;amp;whore anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791832728403874769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
