<?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-3966928007419033287</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:17:54.248-07:00</updated><category term='lovey-dovey'/><category term='toufu'/><category term='anorexic'/><category term='tequila'/><category term='devil wears prada'/><category term='HSA'/><category term='FNB'/><category term='sluts'/><category term='SW'/><category term='dope'/><category term='ungly bitches'/><category term='government'/><category term='MC'/><category term='school'/><category term='die beech you dumbdick'/><category term='wolverine'/><category term='NEA.'/><title type='text'>life is dope, screw me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5261060355754145096</id><published>2011-02-15T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:15:59.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dissecting an onion</title><content type='html'>im dying here...&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be a fairy,&lt;br /&gt;cos they wear pretty pastel colored dresses&lt;br /&gt;have shiny shimmery wings&lt;br /&gt;never grow old,&lt;br /&gt;and glow with ever-lasting,&lt;br /&gt;glittery, fairy-dust that leaves a trail&lt;br /&gt;behind em everywhere they fly to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wanna be a pixie. since the word 'pixie' sounds relatively cooler. but they're somehow relate to elfs. which slaves to the creepy Santa Claus. plus, they have pointy ears and would prolly have to stick to a seasonal range of ugly elf uniforms; consisting of: green, green &amp;amp; more green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~blank~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5261060355754145096?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5261060355754145096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5261060355754145096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5261060355754145096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5261060355754145096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/dissecting-onion.html' title='dissecting an onion'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-6806767284396698104</id><published>2011-02-15T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:57:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-6806767284396698104?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6806767284396698104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=6806767284396698104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/6806767284396698104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/6806767284396698104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-397753518856325456</id><published>2011-01-30T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:33:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYC-PwSxZI/AAAAAAAAADE/YjgJGvRZ19k/s1600/156101_160153427361564_147574971952743_310632_5820179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYC-PwSxZI/AAAAAAAAADE/YjgJGvRZ19k/s320/156101_160153427361564_147574971952743_310632_5820179_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568141257694430610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-397753518856325456?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/397753518856325456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=397753518856325456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/397753518856325456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/397753518856325456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYC-PwSxZI/AAAAAAAAADE/YjgJGvRZ19k/s72-c/156101_160153427361564_147574971952743_310632_5820179_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-7230705139913945761</id><published>2011-01-30T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:27:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;new boyfriend, new job, new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why so cold? well i guess that's cos ur not by my side ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hubby is heading to Malaysia for work tmr, im heading to malaysia tmr with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same destination. two separate paths. he's gonna be there for a month, n now, how am i suppose to survive??? not seeing you for a day might, truthfully, not be that hard of a thing to do :P but not seeing you for a MONTH??? GOD.. i think it's definate that i'll turn into a big-emotional-crying-machine.. that's cos i love you. OKAY!!! you're the cutest thing God ever gave to me. please rmb that n i'll promise i'll stick to our plan. engagement now, and wedding bells next year~!!!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, my goal for now is to work my ass off n SAVE UP!!! yup, SAVE UP. that has always been a word that i'd feared for years.. truth is, i really don't know get by a month without splurging on clothes, alcohol, entertainment &amp;amp; etc.. hence, to save up might be the biggest challenge i'll face in my life for now.. SOOOOOBSss T________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, im confident enough to know that saving up is the only way to get me through my dream.. to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mrs Parmonsut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;♥ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hoohooohooohooo!!! fgdsdfgfgsfghfg... being realistic is a lot better than to cheat your way to life.. that. i've had to learn it the hard way.. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Things have changed, people around me have changed in one way or another.. least what i've went through for the past years taught me to look at life in a different perspective. in which had benefited me in alot of ways. no more moving at the escalated speed of light, no more rooted deep into time's values; just take things once at a time. yup, more bumper sticker quotes to come ;D i love life, just the way it is; sweet. colourful. mundane. hard. savoury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just bring it on. i'll be more than happy to live life to the fullest &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i love you baby, miss you more as every second passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-7230705139913945761?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7230705139913945761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=7230705139913945761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7230705139913945761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7230705139913945761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains it pours'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2176023555444295311</id><published>2010-06-30T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:59:08.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dear laced underwear</title><content type='html'>i hitched a hike on the outskirts of LA,&lt;br /&gt;two nijas came out and scared the turd off my pants.&lt;br /&gt;they bought me a slinky voldermort at the Bimbobeech Bar&lt;br /&gt;i fought the atlas looking for a place to rest my huge fat-ass butt&lt;br /&gt;but hooked up with one of those duel masters dude..&lt;br /&gt;he rocks my sockx ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people may think that it's red,&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's just ugly.&lt;br /&gt;tha's cos im just boreeed ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye starstrucked aliens,&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in startrek tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2176023555444295311?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2176023555444295311/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-3614253697293595988</id><published>2010-01-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:53:44.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die beech you dumbdick'/><title type='text'>To: Ethan the soon to be dead guy</title><content type='html'>okay, BANANA you..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why of all time must you do this to meeeeee.. dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you and youR stupid nonsense mang! stop, stop, STOP....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahaha.. not funny ETHAN!!! this is all your fault lah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll kill you, i swear.. you bloody banana.. and im not gonna buy you MadJack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana pies anymore.. cos you don't deserve to eat things with bananas in it.. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jrkerjgbjknfgjkn, dfs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;i&gt;go cook all your maggie mees and die in camp of starvation!!!! muahahahahahaa... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it means, i'll stuff something up your ass cos you look retarded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dfs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stands for " &lt;i&gt;ethan&lt;/i&gt;, you're dead!"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrr.. okay, maybe i don't really mean it luh.. but hahahaha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR TIMING MAN.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you seem to always say the wrong fucking things at the wrong fucking time, i hope you're reading my blog now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos im gonna tell the whole damn world you still digg pokemons even thou you're like 24, have hairy arms and you're half PHILEEPEENO.. haha!! beat that duuude.. come, you can now call my mum &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sweety-pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;say sorry to my boyfriend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hahahaha.. joking lah beech ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;im still gonna b there at your ORD partaaaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-3614253697293595988?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-7808353217625113788</id><published>2010-01-19T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:26:22.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a roborovski hamster.. cos it looks like an ah beng with bleached hair..&lt;div&gt;im soo lazy to blog, need to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is so hair fuzzily boraaangg... went to work at The Cathay from 12-10, but pretty much spent my time doing sudoku.. like the whole damn day man, you know how much damage it causes to your brain cells?? and since my the battery in my cellphone is dead i couldn't waste my time texting away..besides, there isn't much prepaid value in it anyway.. WEIII.. who could be an awesome darling for me and treat me to some wallet wrenching top up cards??? i'll love you to death, promise ;DDD haha, random random random.. ohh, and i how lucky i was from jean.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im like, woahhhhh.... when michelle told me how badly she screwed her cos she was absent-minded and careless.. cos i'd have been a bigger victim since im soooo damn bad at accounting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh yeahhh... baby:DDDD thanks for being such and angel for me these few days yeah.. lending me your spare hp when my hp is crappy and all screwed up, buying food for me and delivering them to my place... and picking me up from work ;DDDD hahahah... really think im a super lucky gal to have you as my boyfriend... dun worry, i won't go all michelle on you ;D i luv uuuuuuu babyeeeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-7808353217625113788?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7808353217625113788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=7808353217625113788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7808353217625113788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7808353217625113788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-roborovski-hamster.html' title=''/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-7187535072119900041</id><published>2009-12-30T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:29:00.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW EARS RE-SOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is super awesome, according to my resolutions below.. i can say i'm starting to think a human... and not like an ice-cream stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1; Go for sunday services, love God&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2; Exterminate the Love-handles, think Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3; Save enough for a Holiday trip to Bangkok, "Trip for TWO" ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4; Get a BETTER job, screw F&amp;amp;B bitch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5; Appreciate life, like seriously.. LOVE life cos it's like the shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6; Join Singapore idol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7; Start financing, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;abit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8; Buy a new phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9; Love my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10; Love you more each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11; Try to catch more sleep every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12; Enjoy life like a whore.. haha.. but only with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-7187535072119900041?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7187535072119900041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=7187535072119900041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7187535072119900041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7187535072119900041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-ears-re-solutions.html' title='MY NEW EARS RE-SOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-4580468949374490060</id><published>2009-12-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:01:48.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walltes are curses from fucking hell</title><content type='html'>im in HELL...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just kill me moron..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die, die, DIE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im dying of hell.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna kill myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD BAD BAD BAD day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD BAD BAD BAD mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD BAD BAD BAD PMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why, why oh fucking why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i have such bad taste in everything i do????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wallets? Shoes? Bags? Guy stuffs? Girls stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i always do the FUCKING |WRONG THING AT THE WRONG FUCKING TIME??!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE DIE DIE.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST KILL ME, JUST FUCK OFF AND DIE IN MY HOLE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isuckballsofhell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me alone, let me die of PMS.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-4580468949374490060?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4580468949374490060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=4580468949374490060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/4580468949374490060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/4580468949374490060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/walltes-are-curses-from-fucking-hell.html' title='Walltes are curses from fucking hell'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5695652525431879528</id><published>2009-12-13T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:54:15.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the way you look at me, it turns me on so much</title><content type='html'>Go honey, make me horny..&lt;div&gt;I'll ride you like a dildo bunny ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im full of random-hornyness, and that's a good thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many days have passed since i last kissed and hugged your sexy belly, miss you more than ever ;D texting and calling and spamming your phone and msn with random, mushy messages.. it's the thing i do, and that's what i do the best ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you, my King, love is over-bounded.. restricted to the four lonely walls of my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the simplest thing you say or do for me creates the biggest, grandest fire-work display within me.. miss you crazy, love you overload ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5695652525431879528?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5695652525431879528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5695652525431879528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5695652525431879528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5695652525431879528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-way-you-look-at-me-it-turns-me.html' title='i love the way you look at me, it turns me on so much'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2199833000082580342</id><published>2009-12-11T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:05:12.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hang-sung song</title><content type='html'>why does everything have a ripple effect on each other.. a small thing changes everything when it comes to the big picture, changes it's meaning altogether..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sick of how everthing is so different just because of that small little thing.. i hate you, "small little thing".. you screw up everything.. and thanks for always being there for me when i didn't need you and and never showing up when the time comes.. it's not just a different world we're in, it's like a different dimension, two separate entity..&lt;b&gt; while the world's pushing forward, you're moving on, leaving me behind.. rooted in time's useless values..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao, im sorry im too tired of this wait and hatch game.. always facing this new facade of yours, so dead and cold.. it's like a new language we communicate in, like it's the new trend or something.. why? give me an answer before you just turn and walk away.. if you insist, the door is always there.. i'll be obliged to show you the way out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm an unhappy girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2199833000082580342?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2199833000082580342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=2199833000082580342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2199833000082580342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2199833000082580342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/hang-sung-song.html' title='The hang-sung song'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2173923953698024840</id><published>2009-12-10T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:26:13.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anorexic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ungly bitches'/><title type='text'>The paramore song was on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://file037a.bebo.com/5/large/2007/10/23/09/4456355499a5900795295l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 500px;" src="http://file037a.bebo.com/5/large/2007/10/23/09/4456355499a5900795295l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe the world's coming to an end with it's people looking like this.. &lt;div&gt;Starvation, under-fed, stupid hair and a 12 year old kid's stick-on skull tattoo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and did anyone realise the fact that ppl are now taking near-naked pictures of themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing their underwear and posting em on the internet? i hope your mom sees this, cos you're asian.. asian people like us don't look as good as blondes or blue eyes with a crazy hairstyle like that.. anyway, i'd have to say that that's a pretty effective way of publicising your moblie number on a nation-wide scale.. Then have 70% of the male population calling you at 3am asking for discreet services for em cos they're too poor to afford a whore.. Once again, i sincerely hope that your mum sees this shit that your doing to yourself.. maybe she'll give you a tip on getting tattoos that won't gross people out when you're 85 years old bitch.. people like you make me sick to the ass-bones.. get a life &lt;b&gt;Bone-Chick..&lt;/b&gt; and oh, damn.. what the fuck happened to your boobs? they fell off on their own?? That's fucking sad bitch, go opt for implants yeah ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, i tried calling that squiggle of number you wrote in your hand.. couldn't even manage to dial, maybe you're busy getting screwed in your ass or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2173923953698024840?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2173923953698024840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=2173923953698024840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2173923953698024840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2173923953698024840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/paramore-song-was-on.html' title='The paramore song was on'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-1018703521851793510</id><published>2009-12-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:57:19.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you overload</title><content type='html'>how sweet is that dumbass, can't believe you said that to me uhh ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss u overload too, my dear humanoid honeydewy boyfriend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha, just laughing at how bogart ironic my life is till now.. it's so stupid i'd make it into a comedic intro for Mr ole beans' newest english sitcom.. back back back, rewind to the last time i brushed my teeth before bed, i swear i was swearing to lose the lumps of love handles clinging on to my tummy.. it seemed like an accomplishable goal, realistic enough if i were to stop my crazy "i crave foods" eating habit and exercise 3 minutes more each day.. *bottomline*- 3mins.. 5 minutes later : i walked out of the loo and saw heaps of moist, warm chocolate muffins (freshly baked ones).. AND, savagely took down 5 of them in a row, PLUS, went to bed with chocolate stained teeth cos i felt lazy and sleepy.. OR, perhaps it's just the overload of late-night chocolate muffins taking it's satisfactory effect on my tummy ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i could be a vampire, least they don't seem like they'd be bothered by nuisancial things like Low-prepaid value, looking like an old granny 50 years down the road or growing fat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos all they do is suck blood and don't think drinking alot of blood will get you any fatter than Paris Hilton or Taylor Swift.. i think im sick of the songs on MTV, so many skanky sluts gyrating their asses on national TV and being played over and over again all over the world.. i wish for real music, just something alive and interesting.. like somthing that goes down well, like "miss u overload".. like yeah, like seriously, totally maaan.. im soooo writting a song called miss u overload..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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overload'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5087637417003611400</id><published>2009-12-03T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:11:38.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toufu'/><title type='text'>why is popcorn called popcorns and not cornpops?</title><content type='html'>why...&lt;div&gt;why is the world doing this to meeeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so lonely without hearing your voice since this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not normal, it's unusual and i hate this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no prepaid + no cash to top up + no msn + no more TOUFUUUU..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just kill me, and take my last breath away like how you guys take toufu away from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years of our friendship was destroyed, to think that i won't get to hug you in my arms and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smell your stinky scent or hear your panicky panting anymore, i swear im gonna cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my chihuahua.. *sighsssss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my dog, i swear.. even though i haven't been treating him very well, i still see him like my own baby and family.. i guess im just gonna miss you terribly from this day on.. get used to life without your name, get used to home without you in the house.. take care you dick ;D hope you get along fine with furbell and hennessy at aunty kheng's house.. im sure she'll treat you llike 50 times better than how i did.. but just want to let you know, behind all the smacking and screaming, i really really love youuuuuuuuuuu.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't care if you peed outside my door or lick your genitals on the sofa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos now i won't get to see you do that shit anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite how much i wish i could now... ;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough about Toufu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im seriously trying to get him out of my mind for now, think about something else and all that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just feel like burying myself in a burrow.. cos i feel miserable, i hate the job that i have, i hate to have to earn so little, i hate it when i can't see you for a day or even hear your voice.. i didn't mean what i said today, if i could i'll take everything back.. sorry i said such stupid stuffs today, i was just behaving like an idiot that's all.. i went out with my parents to toa payoh, we went to have a karaoke session till 2am.. tried calling you when i see your missed calls, but you didn;t pick up.. guess you're soundly asleep now, goodnight baby.. i'll see if i can go over to your place tmr.. cos i seriously need a HUG asap.. i need to cheer up, i need You to cheer me up ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you HoneyDewSago master ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear you rock my world..................................... ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5087637417003611400?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5087637417003611400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Ris for a okiedokie-cooking workshop ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEESECAKE mann.. we learnt how to make our own NY cheesecake and turns out, i realised that making cheesecake is not so much of a fuss MOM.. cheap, good and yummy cheesecakes are rather easy and fast to make ;D feasible alternative for a costly b'day pressie huh?? lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesTURDday, Jireh and i went to Shah's place at Bali Lane for some shishah + booze ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cabbed home and reached at 1.48am.. THANK GOD my mom was in her chill-mode man, if not i'd be facing a cold dark death.. like, WTH man.. curfew's 12 beech... however i guess Nabins is still and ultimately a nice place to chillout man, good music, exquisitely decored and authentic arabian food with booze + shisha together with a bombshell NS bloke who keeps looking out for hot models to make friends with, the night was  rather doopeshit.. but unfortunately for him, shopping turns out to be the last thing on our minds ;DD and, no luck in his quest to win a date with a model, or any chick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. school's tmr maan... shit uhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope i get to wale up in time i guess ;DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2564078704376767174?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-3062220173056121107</id><published>2009-10-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:06:02.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my everything..</title><content type='html'>if i could, i'd never ever wanna look at you again.. just wanna close my eyes and make it all go away, pretend it all never happened... im hurt, wounded and lost in the complexity of this dreaded situation.. it's all in the mattter of choice, how i wish it was all a dream. if only we coould go back to how we were before.. sorry, i guess is just now enough to change anything.. too bad... im sure you make a hell of a good friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some closure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;fuck nonyas maaaaan.. just wanna throw flower pots at them... shoooooo, get a life and burn in hell for god's sake...&lt;br /&gt;sad songs makes me cry..&lt;br /&gt;gmme your shoulder baby,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being there for me&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you, i fucking swear..&lt;br /&gt;you're the best i'd ever have,&lt;br /&gt;forever irrepllaceble..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-3062220173056121107?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3062220173056121107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=3062220173056121107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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butterknife</title><content type='html'>soooooooooooooooFUCKING stressed NOW&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH FAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sure you don';t know how i feel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to point fingers at anyone, but YOU just soooooooo conveniently FUCKED ME UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAJ ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im begging you asshole, just fuck off my life and DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't need any motherfucker to tell me what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're a motherfucking BIG FUCK in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i REALLY REALLY REALLY don't need you to tell me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at every FUCKING thing i do.. i don't give a fuck on what you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can go suck some fucking balls and fuck some bloody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disgusting GEYLANG OR KALLANG WATEVER FUCKING whore for all i care.... just don't you DARE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; touch me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIEND ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK OFF.. thanks for being such great FRIENDS ;D and replacing my only existence with some fucking PUNANI whom you claimed you FUCKING hated........ but UN- hated after a fucking lifetime.. i love you guys for being such two-faced dickheads and treating me like fucking spats of birdshits which you revolt at sight.. thank a whole lot dumbasses.. thanks for barely contacting me for 100 years and embracing that FAGGOT.. ;D come lick my shit you fucking blowjobs.. cunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE IIDIOTS WHO JUST WANT SEX ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for fucking around, now.. GO GET SOME AIDS YOU FUCKING FAGGG... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't expect me to give you any honey... im not so fucking RETARDED to go lick your disgusting BALLS wormhole..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you should start putting yourself in my fucking shoes. im a FUCKED UP girl, LOSER in life and fuckingly in LOVE with you.. i've got problems you don;t even KNOW OF. and i try my fucking best to hide them becos i don;t wanna let you think how fucked up is this bitch you're in love with. i hate myself for all the empty promises i've made.. IMMA GO FUCK MYSELF FOR THAT.. but maybe, JUST maybe.. try putting yourself in my stinking damned shoes and you'll understand why i FUCKING wanna go stick a cow up my ass .. im sick and tired of myself, hence i need to fucking drown myself in alcohol, ciggs and cow dung shits and LIES.. im just as fucked up as you feel.. WHERE ARE YOU? you know how FUCKING much i need you now???? i wanna shit myself in the pants.. IT'S SOOO PAINFUL THAT I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF SCREAMING.. yes i've hurt you alot.. but does that shows that im a selfish bitch who just wanna kill you and see you die?? well, just so you know.. IM IN JUST AS MUCH PAIN TOO ;D whether you understand or not.. Bottom line : i love you more than anything else in this world.. other that God, my Mom and satisfaction.. and i hope this is gonna make you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAMA: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God know what the fuck to do with you.. talk about fucking ETHICS. woo, too bad.. doubt you have any FUCKING idea about that.. you are a fucking annoying piece of SHIT you know that??go get a fucking life before you retire as a piece of shit.. STOP RUINING MY LIFE.. i wanna earn money to support myself too you know that FUCKER? now everyone is as FUCKED up as you FATASS MOTHER OF ALL SLUTS&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just kill me and take me away from this raging storm.. i'd rather die than get drowned by all these problems.. work life relationships and habits.. whatever happened to LIFE.. the friendlier one, i mean.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: thanks JIN for being such an AWESOME dude for me ;D keep smiling and maybe you'll cheer me up too ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-6969045530173419401?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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hungry, i need macarons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr-mJBM5i-I/AAAAAAAAABc/tKlYIGrONs4/s1600-h/laudree-macarons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr-mJBM5i-I/AAAAAAAAABc/tKlYIGrONs4/s320/laudree-macarons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386206353229974498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want one please ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-7628854688019209609?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7628854688019209609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=7628854688019209609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7628854688019209609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7628854688019209609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-hungry-i-need-macarons.html' title='im hungry, i need macarons!'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr-mJBM5i-I/AAAAAAAAABc/tKlYIGrONs4/s72-c/laudree-macarons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5418613743320116983</id><published>2009-09-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:03:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 things about MEEE ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr5lMWuGEII/AAAAAAAAABU/xIy9LNr_5Z4/s1600-h/DSC00574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr5lMWuGEII/AAAAAAAAABU/xIy9LNr_5Z4/s320/DSC00574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385853467313442946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yar, i know i look like a tranny here ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOOOOOOL,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;im a bisexual subconsciously ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im a compulsive eater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i drink just to get drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im with &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=613196955&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wear makeup to sleep sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like love-hate relationships with my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think im fugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i eat chocolate at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate dust in my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a tattoo that i now regret getting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a hard time with commitments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im getting fatter by the minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im a bloody nervous wreck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if im an animal, i'd be a crocodile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't give a fuck bout many things in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i used to like dier en grey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"screw you bitch, i just wanna get a soda"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i get mood swings everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im viciously tempermental&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im very non-vegetarian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im kinda fucked up, but i hope you'll still love me ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i still so fucking love you.. ;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5418613743320116983?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5418613743320116983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/Sr5lMWuGEII/AAAAAAAAABU/xIy9LNr_5Z4/s72-c/DSC00574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-3337249742566361307</id><published>2009-09-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:23:10.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY DRUNK ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ahhhhhpiang ehhhss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is life so stagnant man, so boring, so stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt; grow within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite my many attempts to drown it with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how does the streets remain so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when many people have walked on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holy crap, it's time to get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;holy drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you think you're well defined enough to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;draw the line for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just try me, you bloody mother of losers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll make sure you get screwed by&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;2 horny donkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one ; in the hind and one in the face till you're 85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, looking on the brighter side;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;least you still have your sugar babies to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pump you up every night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy your exotic fetish while you still can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you have to eat macaroni off horses' behinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a cup of tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; against what you put me through ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks a whole lot bunch, Dumbass..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet i'll make a hell of a good mommy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you can feed them carrots when they get old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I WANNA GET SO HOLY DRUNK~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-3337249742566361307?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-6769612833022156384</id><published>2009-09-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:03:00.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So deep, that it didn't even bleed and cut me...</title><content type='html'>Im feeling rather shitty today.. but non-shitty at the same fucking time..&lt;div&gt;Im being replaced by the stupid loser of all mother bitch.. my goodest friend is robbed away from me, boy am i fucked up dudexz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's final, we are broken once again. like how we were before.. what the hell is wrong with you idiots bodohhhxxxx... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-6769612833022156384?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6769612833022156384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=6769612833022156384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/6769612833022156384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/6769612833022156384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-deep-that-it-didnt-even-bleed-and.html' title='So deep, that it didn&apos;t even bleed and cut me...'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-6270020690386299952</id><published>2009-09-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:51:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear im crying as i write this shit.</title><content type='html'>Today is nice,&lt;div&gt;went to celebrate Syaza's b'day at AMK dude ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with john, mary, jane, and peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a mixture of chocolate cake, teddy bear, ciggies and a bad hangover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a pleasant afternoon spent at roaming the streets of AMK till evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to meet ilyas sexy hair with syaza banana at lavenda blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and went back together with ilyas sexy hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told him about my hangover story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughed my ass off lah fucking blowjob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to earn some bloody cash now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need fucking lobang for jobs mann...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sooo darn poor now maaaaaan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh.. shit you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised i've got no more prepaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really really really miss my boyfriend alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been 2 days since i saw him.. ;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shit.'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-7487960628471015731</id><published>2009-09-02T07:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:31:18.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>studies = blowjobs</title><content type='html'>i should seriously start studying maaaan..&lt;div&gt;exams are fucking blowjobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking booonajuuup.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need some weed to survive this shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel as though im being replaced.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one by one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend by friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just a stand-in for those who were never there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a replacement for those who are gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that they're back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like it's time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking insecure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im standing still in time;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while they're all moving forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;standing appears to be retarding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;results in a hole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looming into a retreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blowjobs'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-4410854100426890751</id><published>2009-09-02T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:24:17.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-4410854100426890751?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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man.. im bored like fuck.. i feel some sort like a lowlife, cos it's saturday and im stuck at home the whole bloody day.. so boreddddd.. how i wish you were here, next to me so i can share this nice crispy, golden chicken nugget that im eating with you.. it's yummy, i swear~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a non-exciting day.. drifting in and out of sleep is what i've been doing.. watch tv straight for 4 hours mannn.. i swear it's so sad to have washed my dad's car and not get paid for that.. i feel so used and cheated for doing this chore for him for free.. gaaaaaaah, i wonder what are my friends doing? im sure anything beats me sitting infront of the stupid computer doing this shitnut post.. prolly doing something exciting and dope like camping, drinking or out at town , wadever.. Anyway, church service's tmr.. wooohoops! and after that, im prolly gonna come straight home and stone bitch.. how exciting tooo :D k that's all bitch... im gonna go talk to my boyfriend cos i miss him ;D yes, go die of jealousy putra.. ngahahahah.. and syaza, you better wear a dress on monday if not i will staple your nose! haha k byes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI : i do miss you as much as you think i do cos it's true ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYYI : i lurb euus idiot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-8895117040201816712?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8895117040201816712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=8895117040201816712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8895117040201816712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8895117040201816712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-like-drinking-hot-tea-with-u-u-u.html' title='feel like drinking hot tea with u, u, U!'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-443208446042404745</id><published>2009-08-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:08:02.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're lost and found in the love of rice</title><content type='html'>i think it's true that calcium make you teeth grow faster.. or did i just make that up out of no where? ngahah.. but imma find out soon cos my tooth as fucked up as it can ever fucking be... it chipped off maaandudewhatever.. like tiny, but it's fucking retarded cos i feel fucking inappropriately uncomfortable.. it screwed up my teeth.. now it looks like fucking fishcakes..&lt;div&gt;it's like jaggish and like sharp.. cos i ran my lip under it..  ppl are gonna tell meand IT'S SHARP LAHHHH.. i think i can use it to slash my wrist cos it's like so fucking sharp.. FUCKEDUPSEY!!! now how the fuck am i supposed to smile and camwhore???? i've got a freak-tooth... cos it's like fucked up and freakish.. but i seriously doubt it's gonna like freak ppl out like how fucking amywhineyfuckinghouse did to kids.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-443208446042404745?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/443208446042404745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=443208446042404745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/443208446042404745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/443208446042404745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-lost-and-found-in-love-of-rice.html' title='we&apos;re lost and found in the love of rice'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5132731200941425101</id><published>2009-07-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:39:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!0 things i wanna confess to my mom</title><content type='html'>Hi mom. These are the things i would like to tell you but i never had the guts to do so.  Neither does doing this proves the presence of my guts also. but still,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna tell you this, but please don't jump out of your sit and start stabbing my chest.. PLEASE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I do smoke, infact i've been smoking since i was 13. Then i quitted. Then i picked it up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Yes, i did take the $50 note in the drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've got a tattoo. It's been there for a year now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sometimes i do call you Fuckingpunani behind your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Usually when i say "i won't do it again" i usually do do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. It's true that i've never changed abit. Still the same old moron i use to be despite telling you 500 times that i will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I've never had a CCA in my school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Whenever i don't pick up your calls, it doesn't really mean my battery's flat. It's just because i don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I do borrow some of your heels and blusher sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I haven't been reading the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it's real fucked up to be my mom. but I am who I AM. If i say i'll change and not lie to you ever again then im a BIG FAT FUCKING DICK-FACE BEECH.. but still, a change is a must. even a retard knows that. it's just in the matter of time, GIVE ME SOME TIME WOMAN.. i don;t know when it's gonna happen, i seriously don't know.. but i WILL.. i fucking will.. maybe at least till im done with ITE... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5132731200941425101?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5132731200941425101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5132731200941425101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>to my guardian angel from FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVE YOU MAN!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-8830253396894517696?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8830253396894517696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=8830253396894517696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i love you.. say it and it'll be true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;that's all i ask of youuuuuuuuuuuuu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-8953127685777056108?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8953127685777056108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=8953127685777056108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8953127685777056108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8953127685777056108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/phantom-of-opera.html' title='phantom of the opera'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-4919579174590193731</id><published>2009-05-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:40:31.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEA.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolverine'/><title type='text'>as fast as the bullet train</title><content type='html'>meet &lt;b&gt;fred, &lt;/b&gt;the newest member of pimple on my face. his big, fat and ugly and grows on my left cheek close to my nose. makes good friends with &lt;b&gt;gina,&lt;/b&gt; the sexy pimple on my head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my life is dope.. getting wasted on a daily basis while my classmates are pokemons and brother thinks his a half-wolverine.. anyway, i just struck NEA today.. woohooo.. two indian motherfuckers tailed me all the way from the bus stop to the &lt;i&gt;old chang kee&lt;/i&gt; stall at simei mrt and flashed their shiny cards in my face..apparently, i littered my ciggie butt among the bush at the bus stop and im still motherfucking &lt;i&gt;seventeen&lt;/i&gt; bitch.. 2 stupid indians.. iwannakillyoubitch.. but i still bought my &lt;i&gt;old chang kee &lt;/i&gt;anyway ;D first HSA, now NEA.. i think the government loves me so they wanna catch my sorry ass committing sorry crimes everyday.. oh government, i love you too ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im bored..  can someone sms me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-4919579174590193731?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4919579174590193731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5505964768060589299</id><published>2009-05-15T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:47:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me in montauk</title><content type='html'>you're so gorgeous, so bubbly and his so in love with you.. you're irreplaceble in his heart ;D&lt;div&gt;you must know it's hard to get over &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt; so be patient.. it's not as bad as it seems.. really, just give me some time and i'll walk out of your lives.. and after that, things are gonna be alright for you guys.. but untill then, i'll be waiting for you in montauk.. i don't know when you'll come.. the chances are small and it seemed like forever, but buried deep in my heart there stands a flicker of hope.. that is the phrase " &lt;i&gt;meet me in montauk..&lt;/i&gt;" that you said to me a long time ago.. a promise we made in montauk and ends in montauk.. i hope you'll come.. i really do..but untill that days comes, i'll be waiting for you in montauk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5505964768060589299?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5505964768060589299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5505964768060589299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5505964768060589299'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MC'/><title type='text'>I bribed watanabe</title><content type='html'>well hello there~ &lt;div&gt;life's wonderful except im getting fucked tomorrow by my teacher.. i skipped school for 2 days and i didn't get covered by MC.. and i skipped the last 2 lessons for today ;D Awesome shit... im soooo getting fucked tmr beeeetch.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;mr fucking ramu wants to fucking see me fucking tmr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; shit you knnnnnnn.... how the fuck am i supposed to explain myself and save my ass..? gaaaaaaah.. screw you old groggy fucker.. How dare you call my house?  i seriously regret not faking up a number for my home line in my student bio-data form... and i don't think my efforts in hacking into the student's bio-data system and change all my contact details would work.. now i've gotta go get myself an MC.. and get fucked tmr.. plus i can't skip Sports and Wellness tmr... cos the angry dude's gonna look for me during SW class.. gwaaaaaaah.. shit you mother fucker... now im so pissed at myself i wanna go on a fucking killing spree.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jhgfihiphgjndfklgbkmmfkgkgk... yup ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-3059343407679898708?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3059343407679898708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=3059343407679898708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/3059343407679898708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/3059343407679898708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-bribed-watanabe.html' title='I bribed watanabe'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-425861420983070042</id><published>2009-05-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:02:53.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FNB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolverine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil wears prada'/><title type='text'>inflammatory reaction with crap and swine flu</title><content type='html'>im going to the doc..&lt;div&gt;tomorrow at 8 o'clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whose name is Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess,  i don't wish to have a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i wouldn't mind if its tequila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or anything that's sweeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt; today.. my spine is at it's breaking point after it went through all that stress yesterday.. i woke up with a blimmey-splitting headache and found an empty tissue box over my head and plentyfull of used tissues &lt;i&gt;won-tons &lt;/i&gt;littered all around me bed and on the floor.. hurhur.. even till now, my arms hurts to even type..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what happened yesterday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my dad to send me to work at 11am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was bloody mother's day and was tragically busy at the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome shit to expect on the first day of work, the first bloody time i set foot onto this place.. no interviews, no long briefings, trainings or whatsoever.. just a short run through of table numbers, how to do a &lt;i&gt;fucking &lt;/i&gt;order and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kapish.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; i worked my ass off for 11 bloody hours.. i might probably just ruined the day for a couple of peeps.. spilling sour cream and ice water on their nice, clean shirts and shopping bags.. now i start to think if FNB is where i should be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; anyways, i think my manager loves me.. he think's life's just too mundane and dul for me and he got me to do this to help me spice-up my life and all ;D oh wait.. it's my &lt;i&gt;bloody &lt;/i&gt;job.. oh yea~ fuck on Mr. manager, i love the way you add stress into the life of your poor workers (eg. me).. with all the &lt;b&gt;fucks &lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;shits and lovely cheebyes in your daily vocabulary.. &lt;/b&gt;rock on beetch~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to watch wolverine with john ( Devil wears prada ) at boogies today.. the movie was rather bad.. it had no link to the first x-men movie lah &lt;i&gt;fuck.. &lt;/i&gt;bloodyhell, i paid 6 bucks for this and all i got was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;huh? what the fuck? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;at the end of the movie.. but then again, &lt;b&gt;i love you hugh jackman...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; i love the way your crotch stood up even though you passed out after being shot by &lt;b&gt;the fucker, victor...&lt;/b&gt; wooohooo... you're shooo hot... &lt;/i&gt;ngahahahahhahah ;D  after that we went to have dinner at the kopitiam near my place.. then talked cock and smoked.. went home and the vengeful fever came back again.. how i wish i could go to bed now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks john (devil wears prada) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for sacrificing your monday evening for me ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you da man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-425861420983070042?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/425861420983070042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=425861420983070042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/425861420983070042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/425861420983070042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/inflammatory-reaction-with-crap-and_11.html' title='inflammatory reaction with crap and swine flu'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-7715001551367456656</id><published>2009-05-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:46:07.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wrote a play named weed..</title><content type='html'>at last.. my well-earned weekend is here~ and i've got no idea what to do today.. im pretty much broke for spending all my money on double-cheeseburger and ciggs.. bloody hell..&lt;div&gt;anyway, here's what happened yesterday at bishan:  as usual, my classmates were happily walking to our usual lepak session block outside of school- syaza, julie, putra, me and ira ;D i had a stick in my mouth and was happily singing &lt;i&gt;nobody but you&lt;/i&gt; to atira from 5metres away and screaming &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;who got lighter agghhh??? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and right after that the dude from HSA had to search our bags for ciggs and screen our ICs.. waddefuck? of course, we all threw our stashes into the bin with super sonic speed while the dude was busy talking to the rest of the guys.. thank god i took the stick out of my mouth cos i felt something was not right.. it really was just not right.. oh yeah, it was atira's IT'S &lt;/span&gt;HSA laa cheebye... &lt;/i&gt;face.. hahaha ;D.. in the end, we were let off easy cos no one was caught smoking ecp toyol..but then again, his legal.. so yaa.. no biggie ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were still in the mood for apple-pies and double-cheeseburgers ;D or &lt;b&gt;subway..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where to go later? i must spend my saturday wisely man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh.. i shall go meet up with Wan and go drinking at clarke quay tonight!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ngahahahahahahahaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw you bastard.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;least get paid for being a cuntwhore ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-7715001551367456656?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7715001551367456656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=7715001551367456656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7715001551367456656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/7715001551367456656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wrote-play-named-weed.html' title='i wrote a play named weed..'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5535670328801953669</id><published>2009-05-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:04:26.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FriendlyManlyEskimo</title><content type='html'>Gosuckballs...&lt;br /&gt;i hate group presentations.. i hate presenting alone.. i hate it when my group members shoot glances to me for all the shits that happens while sitting in the comfort of their seats, away from the judgement of the teacher and the whole class.. fuck man.. screw you bastard.. i hate it when they snigger and comment on you right under your nose.. note-to-self:&lt;em&gt; live with it loser..&lt;/em&gt; knn you bastards.. foooshoobitchass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going home soon..Thank Gawd ;DD&lt;br /&gt;12.30, i presume..&lt;br /&gt;im slowly morphing into some emo-core shit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shut up, shut up.. shut the fuck up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5535670328801953669?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5535670328801953669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5535670328801953669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5535670328801953669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5535670328801953669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendlymanlyeskimo.html' title='FriendlyManlyEskimo'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2094418146179119716</id><published>2009-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:33:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you forgive me? I don't see what anyone can see, on anyone else, but you.. This song reminds me of Ilyas maaaan.. haha ;DDD It's called &lt;i&gt;Anyone else but you.. from &lt;b&gt;Juno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.. Today was fun man.. Went to meet Syaza in at eunos MRT station to go to school together and she turns up with her cute plaits. ngahahaha ;D We then went to Macdonalds to have breakfast with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;new boy, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i bought myself a medium Coke cos i was afraid Milo would induce my digestion again.. Blah..Blah..Blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then we had lessons as usual.. * retarding * ..  Then we went to 184 to take a drag with Naz, haikal and zul guys cos i saw them with my &lt;i&gt;supervision &lt;/i&gt;from 10 metres away.. lepak for a while then we went back for CMB with Ramu.. i almost died in class of hunger and a rats were mawing on my corpse.. ngahahaha.. zombified even after class.. sick/tired/hungry/penniless/cigg-less.. shit siols.. Went to slack at the block with zul, haikal and guys again then went to meet Ridzuan at bishan mrt.. He made my day man ;DDD We went to makan at the Foodcourt at Junction 8 when i saw Naz and his gf.. said hi.. Wan bought me dope-ass pepper lunch and provided me with ciggs for the rest of the day.. so sweet of you ;DD yaaa.. then we went back to meet the guys again cos they wanted to see the mat rep i was meeting.. then Wan n me wanted to go catch a movie at tamp but my mum foiled our plans cos she wanted me to go back for dinner.. knn.. soooo, Wan sent me home after shopping at Tamp one.. He bought plain white tees from UniQlo wtf.. they're actually called men's underwear... i didin't know men wear much underwear other than boxer or shorts.. ;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yup, that's all for today.. i had a fun time at UNI QLO exploring the Underwears section ;DD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my bed luuuuh.. cheeeeee bye;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Screw you dickhead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Consider getting an attitude adjustment, im sure it beats behaving like a 10 year old for the rest of your life ;D and having ppl throw rotting carrots at you ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, i need to get some sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love you ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2094418146179119716?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2094418146179119716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=2094418146179119716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2094418146179119716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2094418146179119716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/pebbles-forgive-me-trees-forgive-me.html' title='The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me..'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-1180254598048939495</id><published>2009-05-03T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:01:06.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Environment is for Loser</title><content type='html'>Ngahahahahaha... I seriously think Mr Tan should go for some speach therapist shit man.. He can't freaking say a &lt;strong&gt;proper sentence&lt;/strong&gt; without pausing.. erm.. like 10 times.. It's fucking irritating shit man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second last lesson for the day.. and everyone's either on facebook or blogging bout how &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt; BZE is ;DD and Jeff is freaking playing&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Counter Strike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next to me.. Gaaaaah, today's a fucking long long loooong day.. 8am to freaking 5 maaaaan , i really regret not fleeing when i had the chance to just now.. instead, i stupidly landed my ass here for 3 bloody more hours of human torture and retarded teachers blabbering cock and nonsense.. And after this, there's &lt;strong&gt;lifeskills module..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;help~  Fuck lahh.. now i gotto do some fucked up work.. &lt;/em&gt;shit you asshole... fuck fuck fuck... screw youuuu!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate LPD&lt;br /&gt;i hate youuuu....&lt;br /&gt;fuck off and die bitch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-1180254598048939495?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1180254598048939495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=1180254598048939495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/1180254598048939495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/1180254598048939495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/business-environment-is-for-loser.html' title='Business Environment is for Loser'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2087842460466870005</id><published>2009-05-03T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:29:59.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2087842460466870005?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2087842460466870005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=2087842460466870005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2087842460466870005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2087842460466870005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-5323903005675046998</id><published>2009-05-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:28:49.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know if going long distance is really a good thing</title><content type='html'>the past few day's been pure crap for me.. no cash, no ciggs and no freedom. and on top of that, there's been some shits going on at school.. &lt;i&gt;huh~? what? you're gonna turn the tables on who? me..? what table? timetables? dinning tables??.. - &lt;b&gt;go screw yourself lah dickhead..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't think you're some kinda big fuck punani-asshole~ cos you're just a cuntwhore for banglahs to screw.. go away you loser, and take that cock sucking mouth of yours too.. it's a fucking harm to mankind, you are the pathetic asshole who caused fucking globalwarming from the gaping hole of the shit-spew called- YOUR MOUTH..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nevermind you cuntwhore~ I shall stop talking bout your sorry cunt.. cos you look like some lorry ran over your poor dick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, i fucking miss my boyfriend.. i really fucking do. Long Distance is really tough to maintain in general and furthermore we have our own commitments like school, work, family and yadayadayadddaa.. and when you add in the fact that we're 100000kms apart, it ain't really encouraging ain't it? It sucks that you ain't calling me nomore, it sucks that you've stopped telling me that you love me.. And it sucks the most when you still keep the photos you took with your Ex in your fucking damn album..... Fomgawd!!! i need ciggs.. &lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And dear boyfriend; You can go screw yourself if you really think imma quit my ciggs for you.. yaaa.. really ;DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU BOYFRIEND..  but rmb; Hell hath no Fury with a woman SCRONED~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-5323903005675046998?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5323903005675046998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=5323903005675046998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5323903005675046998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/5323903005675046998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-if-going-long-distance-is.html' title='I don&apos;t know if going long distance is really a good thing'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-2429588585329041853</id><published>2008-12-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:33:18.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im the the queen of all horny honey bees ~</title><content type='html'>yoddle leah.. yoddle yeaaa..&lt;br /&gt;im dying of boredamnation... working my ass off at the office.. i wanna eat fried rice lahl, can someone fucking get me some fried rice!!!??? im dying already...pleasseee??&lt;br /&gt;o maybe i should get some duck rice!? but wait.. i hate pigs, so yup.. i shall eat pigs for lunch todaayyyy~ woohooooo~ oink oinkSHALL DIE todayyy!!!! muahahahahhehehehe... coughs* gasps for airr ~! PORK WIT FRIED RICE SOUNDS awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. faggot m boss is looking hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee BUBIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-2429588585329041853?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2429588585329041853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=2429588585329041853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2429588585329041853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/2429588585329041853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-the-queen-of-all-horny-honey-bees.html' title='im the the queen of all horny honey bees ~'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-8661389673738544857</id><published>2008-11-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:30:01.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lion, the witch and her sagging ole boobies</title><content type='html'>im fagging sick for the past couple of days man .. i felt like i got hit by truck.. and also, i felt the urge to puke every 3 seconds and scratch my back cos THE HOSPITAL BED LINEN OBVIOUSLY SUCKS!! like seriously man, as people of the nation , we pay like tax and shits for so that the government can provide us with better health care service quality.. SO WHY CAN'T OUR HOSPITAL FAGGING AFFORD "NORMAL" BEB LINEN!!!!!!!!!? normal bed linen = clean + comfortable... gahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhh... well, i wouldn't be surprised if someone told me the singapore government is a bunch of horny linen hating chimpanzies... anyway, im back in the comfort of my home sweet home.. and i just came back from my cousie's birthday partaay...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda swagged my way home.. i think i got drunk but i've got no fagging idea how????&lt;br /&gt;cos the only alcoholic shit the serve is tiger tiger tiger and some soury red wine that came from like india or something.. this is weird shit yolls.. AND IM SLEEPY.. gud night everyone ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch when im sick&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch when i lost my ear plugs&lt;br /&gt;lfe's a bitch when i lost my ear plugs when my dad's drunk and tries to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchslappitywoots =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-8661389673738544857?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8661389673738544857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=8661389673738544857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8661389673738544857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/8661389673738544857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-witch-and-her-sagging-ole-boobies.html' title='the lion, the witch and her sagging ole boobies'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966928007419033287.post-4589011533522483793</id><published>2008-11-05T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:44:04.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mouldy oranges are fagging yummy shits</title><content type='html'>today is a fagging ugly day. i got a zit on my nose. kept poking it during the chinese paper. and it exploded like some fagging nuclear bomb... woohoohoohoo...i ditched naddy and went home after the paper and made myself a supermegahugemongous peanut butter and jam and nutella sandwichy and watched spongebob and fairy odd parents on nickelodeon.. hahahahahahahahaha..  IM SOOO EVIL ..anywayyyy fagging o level's gonna be over prettaaay soon and i swear im gonna partaying my ASS OFFFF!!!@!!!! ngahahahahaahhaah... i love you my SUPER RED and HUGE HICKEY!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966928007419033287-4589011533522483793?l=sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4589011533522483793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966928007419033287&amp;postID=4589011533522483793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/4589011533522483793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966928007419033287/posts/default/4589011533522483793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetestcarcrashscene.blogspot.com/2008/11/mouldy-oranges-are-fagging-yummy-shits.html' title='mouldy oranges are fagging yummy shits'/><author><name>Bessyjane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08951950337933139626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leY97vmrnVM/TUYCfka3XhI/AAAAAAAAACk/flD8goGCU4I/s220/76977_476573113087_660248087_5722565_5275657_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
