<?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-35426533</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:48:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours truly, amerie(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6508308130915841555</id><published>2007-03-30T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:24:57.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODBYE BLOGGER(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to livejournal yalllllll :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://superflygagbag.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://superflygagbag.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'VE MOVED!&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/35426533-6508308130915841555?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6508308130915841555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6508308130915841555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6508308130915841555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6508308130915841555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-blogger-say-hello-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-7676076275237933822</id><published>2007-03-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:18:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I Think I Could Like You, But I Keep Holding Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Cause I Cant Seem To Tell If You're Fiction Or Fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Cheung - Wo Zhen De Shou Shang Le&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuang wai yin tian le  Yin yue di sheng le&lt;br /&gt;Wo de xin kai shi xiang ni le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng guang ye an le  Yin yue di sheng le&lt;br /&gt;Kou zhong de mian hua tang ye rong hua le&lt;br /&gt;Chuang wai yin tian le  Ren shi wu liao le&lt;br /&gt;Wo de xin kai shi xiang ni le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian hua xiang qi le  Ni yao shuo hua le&lt;br /&gt;Hai yi wei ni xin li dui wo you xiang nian le&lt;br /&gt;Zen mo ni sheng yin bian de leng tan le&lt;br /&gt;Shi ni bian le  Shi ni bian le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng guang xi mie le  Yin yue jing zhi le&lt;br /&gt;Di xia de yan lei yi ting bu zhu le&lt;br /&gt;Tian xia qi yu le  Ren shi bu kuai le&lt;br /&gt;Wo de xin zhen de shou shang le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would like to tell you straight in the face to leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;you're causing him enough hurt alr. will you please just leave? too bad there's&lt;br /&gt;this thing called R-E-S-P-E-C-T. effyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been cool. i think? some ppl just have some AP. control it man. and c'mon,&lt;br /&gt;dont make it seem as if i wna copy your work la okay. dont be so egoistical.&lt;br /&gt;sry for venting my anger on you, but you're damn right pissing the - outta me.&lt;br /&gt;fullstop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMNT on SATURDAY i think. hahahahahha. lub a dub dub yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in this life,&lt;br /&gt;i was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-7676076275237933822?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7676076275237933822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=7676076275237933822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/7676076275237933822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/7676076275237933822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-could-like-you-but-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6722187150886019977</id><published>2007-03-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:00:53.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phyllis gabrielle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;((((((((((((:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; phyllis gabrielle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; amerie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 95, 17); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hurr (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amerie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 95, 17); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wish i wish i wish,  that i could just fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phyllis gabrielle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nonono, don't  fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amerie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 95, 17); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; phyllis gabrielle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amerie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 95, 17); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; amerie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 95, 17); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wna go away from here  la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phyllis gabrielle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't go cause i'll  be sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you just love her? WELL, I DO. awwwww. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the most amazing thing today. and i'll nvr forget it. i could almost cry. i love you dk, always will. stay strong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-6722187150886019977?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6722187150886019977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6722187150886019977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6722187150886019977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6722187150886019977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/phyllis-gabrielle-phyllis-gabrielle.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-1287227851814927964</id><published>2007-03-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:47:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i bore you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i went through a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from doctor to doctor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i almost wanted to abort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but with the love of God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and because i wanted you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i never worried so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos i knew you'd be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through my blood, sweat and tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i made whatever money i could,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to get you that barbie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promised i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i saw you through school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paid for all your fees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing that you were bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you would pass with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as you were of age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i moved to a place faraway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanted you to continue your own life story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;instead of me writing it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many years had passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and news came that i had a fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was to return home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where i belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i moved back to live with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many things had changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i became old and senile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they call it dementia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know that you were taken aback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you knew you had to go through a alot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to keep me safe and fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was becoming like a lil child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much so you couldnt bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each time i falter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unbearable pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a routine gone thru almost  everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you did what you had to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely, i do not blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess you took it too far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you might as well have knocked me down with a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dear little angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for i will be watching you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from what people call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"a bird's eye view".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ppl, do not lay hands on your parents. no matter what. it might not be their fault they're like  that. they love you, always will. for you are theirs. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[EDIT!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i couldnt believe my ears. how could you do smth like that? i dont know if i am supposed to feel this way. i've got to learn to cool down. but why do such a thing? im disappointed. it's adult matters, yes, but i have a right to feel, dont i? well, then, i feel like crap. goodbye.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-5397407828880139078</id><published>2007-03-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:33:32.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE WHO LAUGHS LAST PROLLY DIDNT GET THE JOKE IN THE FIRST PLACE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna delete,&lt;br /&gt;i wna backspace,&lt;br /&gt;i wna escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna meet someone who smiles like 24/7 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice if we all could just be ourselves for ONE day and stop trying so hard to be someone we're not? maybe then, we could fulfill God's plan of making it perfect. rmb this, we're all like a piece of jigsaw, we each have our own uniqueness, being like someone else, will not give us a full picture(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD DOES NOT MAKE JUNK;&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/35426533-5397407828880139078?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5397407828880139078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=5397407828880139078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5397407828880139078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5397407828880139078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-who-laughs-last-prolly-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-8046608003794788108</id><published>2007-03-15T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:11:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters can be very confusing at times. totally. many out there wont understand WTHECK i'm talking abt but as long as I understand it, it's fine(: as i was saying, letters have made me go all crazy. it's like im dyslexic or smth. right, FYI, i am not. no offence to the dyslexic peeps. i feel yall man. anyway, yes, i'm going CRAZY ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that it must be you?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that sometimes i feel that you're playing me?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that sometimes i do the stupidest things just to get your attention?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that it hurts when you pass a comment about me?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i still pay attention to you, when i know that i wont get anything out of it?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that you wont rip my heart out into pieces this time, like you did before?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i cant let you go?&lt;br /&gt;tell me, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amerieeeeee will go away now. g'bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i love cathy peeee(: -tight tight hug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-8046608003794788108?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8046608003794788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=8046608003794788108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8046608003794788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8046608003794788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-4924282975992782509</id><published>2007-03-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:43:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RfjcxE_IfSI/AAAAAAAAACA/LY08-2DFHPo/s1600-h/nemation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RfjcxE_IfSI/AAAAAAAAACA/LY08-2DFHPo/s400/nemation.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042022518551510306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG LAAAAAAAAAAA. YAY! i feel so happy for them(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im so proud of sjc. woohoo. heh.&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/35426533-4924282975992782509?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4924282975992782509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=4924282975992782509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/4924282975992782509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/4924282975992782509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-laaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RfjcxE_IfSI/AAAAAAAAACA/LY08-2DFHPo/s72-c/nemation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6020678960489421194</id><published>2007-03-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:29:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did alot of work today. I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF. (: and cathy pee scared me for nth, say bio must hand in tmr! wha lauuuuu. -shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day today was:&lt;br /&gt;-wake up&lt;br /&gt;-homework&lt;br /&gt;-homework&lt;br /&gt;-homework&lt;br /&gt;-got ready&lt;br /&gt;-met dingdong&lt;br /&gt;-had lunch&lt;br /&gt;-jamie q came&lt;br /&gt;-met steph and lover in the train&lt;br /&gt;-walked up and down from ps to cathay to ps to cathay&lt;br /&gt;-caught PRIMEVAL&lt;br /&gt;-it was ALRIGHT la.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walked around aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;-rach spotted choi and we shouted LOUDLY&lt;br /&gt;-kovan to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met nat for a while&lt;br /&gt;-went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my day! loved it, loving it, will continue loving it. AHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl just nvr learn. cant you take into consideration to how others feel? man, what if it was you. i've said this before to others and i'll say it again! GROW UP. you are an adult man, at least ACT like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mummy, daddy, my brothers and sister(: RANDOM but yes, i really do! heeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-6020678960489421194?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6020678960489421194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6020678960489421194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6020678960489421194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6020678960489421194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2818175528706864141</id><published>2007-03-14T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:59:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music makes me feel oh-so happy, yet oh-so sad and EMO.  pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, it makes me wna dance most of the time. HAHA. okay. OOPS (out of point siah) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought to myself, what would it be if i could fly. wouldnt it be cool? like i could just fly away anytime i want to! ahhhhh. if only. i think im too in love with the show HEROES la. i think that Peter Petrelli's power is the best la! kinda like rogue in Xmen ya know? take anyone's power. love it la. but tht power would be kinda dumb if no one in the world has powers except you, who to take from right! hahaha. okay, i'm just crapping la. but there's heroes today! yayyy! smth to be look forward to tonight. and i'm just abt to go get ready to meet some silly ppl, WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala, CATHY PEEE, you owe me one i tell you! (pssst...maybe you could also get me jellybeans! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall evaporate now. seeeeee yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, EUNICE PNG got me the Hana Kimi VCDS. hurrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i believe i can fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i believe i can touch the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think abt it every night and day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;spread my wings and fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BELIEVE I CAN FLY(:&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/35426533-2818175528706864141?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2818175528706864141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=2818175528706864141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2818175528706864141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2818175528706864141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-makes-me-feel-oh-so-happy-yet-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-5319364473713981959</id><published>2007-03-13T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:09:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this feeling that it's going back to the bubblegum pop days. ahahha. but all the same, the songs nice can alr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i'm crapping. holidays suck la. tho it's really relaxing? whatever man. i have a pile of hmwk calling out to me. i dont have the mood to do it tho. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna watch movieeeeeeeeeeee. screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so in love with this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;i shall scram. g'bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-5319364473713981959?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5319364473713981959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=5319364473713981959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5319364473713981959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5319364473713981959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-this-feeling-that-its-going-back.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2012966790944015103</id><published>2007-03-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:46:57.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holla luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school hols are coming. but it's only gna be for a week la. no diffy since we've to go back for extra lessons tho. but oh wells, NO TIME FOR SLACKING alr la. o's are coming damn it. like only 7 mths plus left. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out la. sucks. i'm going MAD. i think i'm going thru depressing know. i cry for no goddamn reason. okay, who am i kidding. i cry for a reason and that's cos i'm uber stressed out.  and YOU. tho i wish that YOU &lt;s&gt;nvr&lt;/s&gt; came abt. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do badly, i 've got nth to say if you shout at me. but i do well, i still get scolded. i dont understand this. i really dont. my dearest father, what do you want of me? i'm alr doing my very best. and i'm improving. i know i can do better but cant you at least cut me some slack? i'm alr very stressed out. PLEASE LAAA. ugh. OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, i'm off to do math and history. yayness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna fly away,&lt;br /&gt;glad you're going my way,&lt;br /&gt;i love it when we're cruising tgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-2012966790944015103?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2012966790944015103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=2012966790944015103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2012966790944015103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2012966790944015103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/holla-luv-school-hols-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2932722420858642435</id><published>2007-02-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:29:27.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recess was hilarious la. i took rach's wallet and passed it to jessica and jess put in into her shirt at first. then took it out and put it into sng's NIKE bag, which we called nikki. and then rach came back thinking where the bloody hell her wallet went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACH: where's my wallet?!&lt;br /&gt;ME: nikki stole it.&lt;br /&gt;RACH: who is nikki!? -looks under table&lt;br /&gt;ME: eh, dont anyhow look la! i alr told you nikki stole it!&lt;br /&gt;RACH: seriously la, who is nikki!?!?&lt;br /&gt;SNG: nikki is nike's cousin. and nike is puma's brother who is adidas' cousin too!&lt;br /&gt;RACH: where!! who!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: sng, let's just go back to class la. go heats also.&lt;br /&gt;RACH: oh! it's in your bag!!! ewww...it's on your PE attire.&lt;br /&gt;ME: HAHAHAHHAHAH -runs to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cant you just say you love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class,&lt;br /&gt;we were talking abt popular when caroline said smth which i couldnt hear and i heard terrapussy. in english class tht morning i learnt that terra meant earth. so terrapussy would mean pussy on earth. it was so funny at that moment of time la! hahahaha. terrapussy. HURRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then! after school,it was raining cats and dogs and rats and snakes and whatever not. so, i waited under the shelter with the belles, so i could send them to compass on the way to YCK. it was SO hard to get a freaking cab la. anyway, waiting for cabs can be SO interesting. firstly, raincoats can help on a rainy day. HAHAHAH. esp transparent ones. HEH. yes, i was being sacarstic. i saw ___ using a raincoat laaaa! it's damn funny, really. and then, suddenly, a small boy came using a raincoat too. and i went,"omg, he looks sooo much cuter then her!." hahha.  and then right, i walk into the rain to get a cab and then this lady comes and stand in my place so i've to stand in the damn rain. i was super drenched. then this was what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;it pains for me to continue this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small girl: hahah, zheme hao wan. shui!!&lt;br /&gt;woman: uh! hen shaung hor?&lt;br /&gt;small girl: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah! super shuang man...TRY STANDING IN THE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;woman: can le, yu san huai le!&lt;br /&gt;me: good la, shuang somemore la!&lt;br /&gt;the belles: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;if it must be this way, then i'll leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously laaaa. some ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;it wont make any difference to you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right, crystal and kesia were SUPER funny la. kesia's bag was open. i shouted for crystal to tell her that the bag was open. then so, instead of crystal closing kesia's bag, kesia closed crystal's bag. guess what, crystal bag wasnt even open. SO WHAT WAS SHE CLOSING!? then crystal turns around and says,"my bag is not open what..." then i'm like," NOT YOURS LA, KESIA'S!" and they go," OHHHH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but it's gna be so hard for me to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg la, seriously. today was such a HAHAHA day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heats was cancelled, dinnered at SUBWAY J8. homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;SCREW IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you dont like me and i know it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you just do it for the sake of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i wont deny that i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but how'd i know if you really mean what you say?&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/35426533-2932722420858642435?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2932722420858642435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=2932722420858642435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2932722420858642435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2932722420858642435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/recess-was-hilarious-la.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-5566329723121183038</id><published>2007-02-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:16:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDPihd5HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mUQVEEhFECQ/s1600-h/16-02-07_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDPihd5HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mUQVEEhFECQ/s320/16-02-07_1558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036153848807154802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CATHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDPyhd5II/AAAAAAAAABE/69xVUPX7wr0/s1600-h/Photo071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDPyhd5II/AAAAAAAAABE/69xVUPX7wr0/s320/Photo071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036153853102122114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE HER(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQChd5JI/AAAAAAAAABM/A7YHFbQjqEA/s1600-h/26-02-07_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQChd5JI/AAAAAAAAABM/A7YHFbQjqEA/s320/26-02-07_1542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036153857397089426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHE IS SOOOO RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQChd5KI/AAAAAAAAABU/0QwoWhn2Tik/s1600-h/26-02-07_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQChd5KI/AAAAAAAAABU/0QwoWhn2Tik/s320/26-02-07_1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036153857397089442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT I LOVE HER LAAA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQShd5LI/AAAAAAAAABc/T3q4bCziuKc/s1600-h/me%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDQShd5LI/AAAAAAAAABc/T3q4bCziuKc/s320/me%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036153861692056754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEH, just like how i love myself! heeeehhh&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/35426533-5566329723121183038?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5566329723121183038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=5566329723121183038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5566329723121183038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/5566329723121183038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/cathy-i-love-her-she-is-soooo-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/ReQDPihd5HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mUQVEEhFECQ/s72-c/16-02-07_1558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-706342936809725610</id><published>2007-02-27T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:04:58.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man oh man, the funniest thing just happened. ok, i was looking thru ppl's friendster accounts and came across this girl whom looked rather familiar but im not sure if she's the right person im thinking of. but anyway, she's from my friends list la. then i was looking thru her pictures and noticed that she took one of my pictures. and guess what the picture was, it was M&amp;Ms. wtheck! and the caption she put was:"yummylicious". ohhhhhhemmmmefffgeee laaaa! the best part is that i removed that picture eons ago. to think it's still in her profile means she must have koped it a REALLY REALLY long time ago. HAHA. this is so amusing. HURR :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, mission has officially ended today. bummer. this means lessons resume. dammit! thank god tmr is a short day. sleeping time, cos it's english english english day! hehehe. anyway, mission was so enriching today. talk abt family and friends. during the fmaily one, OMG la, i could've produced a river with my tears la. haha, im joking. could produce a shot of water i guess? or slightly more. heh. i cried my eyes dry la. there's nth wrong with crying la okay. TSK. (: at least i feel much better now. heh. ive been moodswinging. sucks la. thanks to those who has been cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6b2t and their usual crappings, truth or truth, chop chilli chop all. haha. love it love it. (: they NEVER fail to put a smile on my face. awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got you-mcfly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would be a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Without the one that puts a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;So hold me 'til the sun burns out&lt;br /&gt;I won't be lonely when I’m down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;When the days are rough and an hour seems much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted you at all&lt;br /&gt;The stars collide, while you stand by and watch them fall?&lt;br /&gt;So hold me 'til the sky is clear&lt;br /&gt;And whisper words of love right into my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;When the days are rough and an hour seems much longer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when I got you&lt;br /&gt;Oh to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are long they'll be easier together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they won't cry&lt;br /&gt;And even if they do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in bed so close to you&lt;br /&gt;Hold you through the night&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be unaware&lt;br /&gt;But if you need me I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got you&lt;br /&gt;Oh to make me feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;When the days are rough and an hour seems much longer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when I got you to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are long they'll be easier together&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i just one of those whom you take for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been trying so hard for you to notice the things i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this poem i write for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont need to show that you've become all emo now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can nvr show me the care that i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, dont try and communicate with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-706342936809725610?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/706342936809725610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=706342936809725610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/706342936809725610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/706342936809725610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-man-oh-man-funniest-thing-just.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-1907284248031805869</id><published>2007-02-20T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:07:29.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyes are freaking swollen, i cant take it anymore. ugh. no, i didnt cry and slit my wrist all. I AM NOT EMO. im just not feeling well. today aint my day la, tsk. damn annoying la EFF. ): firstly, i had a really bad bowel problem. then i had gastric. double &lt;s&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/s&gt;pain. sucks. then i have this stupid flu-cum-swollen eye thing. UGHHHH. no one will understand the pain im going thru. awwwwwww. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathy stopped msging me for some reason and rachel is sleeping apparently. im daaaaaaaammn bored. no one to stop me from thinking of my damn sickness. sucks suck sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for some random ppl:&lt;br /&gt;1)you've told me this before, so, i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;2)i know im hardly there anymore, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;3)when you have him, im nobody.&lt;br /&gt;4)it's been so long since i've seen you.&lt;br /&gt;5)you're damn funny, you just make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;6)you suck la, asshole. deserve a slap on your effyouceekaying face.&lt;br /&gt;7)you're so unpredictable, you're not the typical girl.&lt;br /&gt;8)i dont know if i can trust you.&lt;br /&gt;9)i miss you alot alot alot alot. you just dont knw, cos i dont want you to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-1907284248031805869?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1907284248031805869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=1907284248031805869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1907284248031805869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1907284248031805869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-eyes-are-freaking-swollen-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-1673985743035750384</id><published>2007-02-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:16:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yowzzzzaaaaa! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR YALLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a bet with wonderwoman just now, see who gets the hongbao first. AND I WON! haha. today we're still gna bet. haha. this is what you do when you're too bored during CNY. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are freaking smart la. and rach calls them creatures. TSK. and i was like my cousin is pretty. then she was like my side only one cousin is pretty out of the many. hers all pretty but she's the prettiest. OH PUH-LEASE laaaaaa. tsk tsk tsk. HAHAHA. 32 bucks seems like a large sum BUT it can buy you only one item. haha. so it might not be that big a sum of money after all. but hey, i aint complaining :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes is gooood. loving it la. i swear i wont miss it for the world. woohoo. shite. i'm becoming a TEEVEE addict. wrong timing. oh emm eff geeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, time to hit the sheets. NIGHTY DAISY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;angels brought me here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-1673985743035750384?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1673985743035750384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=1673985743035750384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1673985743035750384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1673985743035750384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/yowzzzzaaaaa-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6643692486103420375</id><published>2007-02-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:29:11.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL WAS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was slack day tho. SS was FUN. LIT was BLISS. CHINESE was CHOPPY and UP-PY. heh. that's abt it. cheena new year celebrations then lunched with LA MEI. that's abt it, then homed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get tired easily nowadays. tsk. i shall go off to sleep right now. sorry for the boring post. mind aint functioning THAT well. ciao yall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't love you,&lt;br /&gt;but I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-6643692486103420375?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6643692486103420375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6643692486103420375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6643692486103420375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6643692486103420375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-was-school_16.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6991397323392533441</id><published>2007-02-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:31:07.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if one could write kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'd send you an infinity of them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a GREAT success laaa. yayy! thank you all for the gifts. loving it. ALOT.the best gift i got was a HUG!!! awwww, i love you best. always will, always have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LIZ for the ferrero rocher!&lt;br /&gt;LA MEI for the ROSE!&lt;br /&gt;QING for the heart and sweets!&lt;br /&gt;BAY for the sweets!&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL for the PIGGIES and the DORAEMON!!! omg laaa, seriously, i was shocked. love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;STEPH TAN for the sweets. awwww..i'm so touched la, my ma'am rmbrd me! haha&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE for the pocky! im NOT anna marie laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;SNG for the retarded but meaningful note.&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE WANG WANG for the chocolates! hershey's kissessssss!&lt;br /&gt;SAUYAN and CAROLINE for the candy buffet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ABELLE for the lightstick and the uber sweet card!&lt;br /&gt;LH for the milo! it came in handy!&lt;br /&gt;CHOI for the trunk thingy! ilyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;LYNN for the rose ring! so sweeeeeeeeetttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL BRAB for the ferrero rocher.&lt;br /&gt;NIC for the chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;RYL for the marshmellowwww! sticky sticky!&lt;br /&gt;BEAT for the sweets and note.&lt;br /&gt;GEN for the snickers!&lt;br /&gt;ADELE for the sweets!&lt;br /&gt;if i did miss anyone out, i'm so sorry. but thanks anyway, you are still loved(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet fred&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RdLRq2pTrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wwSi-izPMik/s1600-h/14-02-07_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RdLRq2pTrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wwSi-izPMik/s320/14-02-07_1624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031314267879747154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is fred and freddy!(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RdLRrGpTrmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KXvWGxHH00o/s1600-h/14-02-07_1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RdLRrGpTrmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KXvWGxHH00o/s320/14-02-07_1623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031314272174714466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after school went for lunch with rachel, steph tan and kendra. my gosh, i was like rachel's maid for the day or smth. TSK. met abelle and cbelle at the foodcourt. hahah. rachel takes HELLOVA long time to eat man. and STEPH, is SUPER SUPER SUPER BLUR! gosh. then went to popular with rach. was supposed to buy a DVD-RW but changed my mind and bought that girl her step up DVD instead. i'm damn nice la. DUH. hahahaha. she and her ta ta ta. so yes, i didnt spend the day with the person a i love la. just rachel. PFFFT- bummer. HAHAH. jkjk. then homed. that's abt all. yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VEEDAY YALLLLLLLLLL! kisses kisses kissessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;no more lonely,&lt;br /&gt;no more just me,&lt;br /&gt;i nvr wna say goodbye;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-6991397323392533441?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6991397323392533441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6991397323392533441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6991397323392533441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6991397323392533441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-one-could-write-kisses-id-send-you.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RdLRq2pTrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wwSi-izPMik/s72-c/14-02-07_1624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-3524730105213090541</id><published>2007-02-13T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:16:12.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;likeiloveyou(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Txzryky_J8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Txzryky_J8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-3524730105213090541?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3524730105213090541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=3524730105213090541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/3524730105213090541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/3524730105213090541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-it-likeiloveyou.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-3833855432344134179</id><published>2007-02-13T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:41:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tis' the season to be loving(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww...it's valentine's day tmr. valentine  smalentine :D&lt;br /&gt;i've been wrecking my brains thinking what to give ppl. and i've come to a great decision! hahaha. there's three different classes of ppl. HAHA. starting with BELOVED 6B2T. duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was AWESOME. total defence shite and mr chang walking down the aisle. super cool. YES, SIR! he looked good la, so did mrs debs. LOVE IT. pics soon. heh. and 4J won. yayy yayy! HAWHAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homed. now in the midst of doing veeday gifts. lalala. LATER YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering if i should give you a call,&lt;br /&gt;and say a word or two that's all.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;for eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-3833855432344134179?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3833855432344134179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=3833855432344134179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/3833855432344134179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/3833855432344134179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-season-to-be-loving-awww.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2917474555416502561</id><published>2007-02-10T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:08:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually WAS in the mood of blogging, BUT i like changed my mind. too freaked out by some quiz thing i did online. OMGawdxzxz. i could just die. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, see you all. i shall go watch TEEVEE. heh, im addicted to TEEVEE now, HOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"amerie, brace yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i looked into the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that wasnt the girl i used to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the girl i once thought i knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didnt even look the least like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange thoughts running thru my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm gonna change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM GONNA CHANGE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it takes till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont wanna carry on this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has made me go all astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i pray dear lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that my friends would support me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not stand from afar and laugh at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have led this life with many regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is gonna be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO I WONT FRET(:&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/35426533-2917474555416502561?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2917474555416502561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=2917474555416502561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2917474555416502561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2917474555416502561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-actually-was-in-mood-of-blogging-but.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-8670042923098179750</id><published>2007-02-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:41:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS TO ALL WHO DID WELL FOR O'S! (:&lt;br /&gt;and for those who didn't, you know you tried your best. and if that's what you can achieve, it's alr your best. SO CHEER UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, this is freaking me out man, seeing all those ppl in the hall crying and all. made me feel super nervous la. HOW SIAH next year. *trembles* i aim for a 12. dont know if i can make it. ugh. if i do, i'll get a hundred bucks from eunice! :D so i'll work hard and believe in myself! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a fairly good day. i'm so proud of myself that i managed to study history in like a span of 30min :DD im motivated now. lalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, see you world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS KRISTLE ESTHER CHIA! ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL OF IT.&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/35426533-8670042923098179750?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8670042923098179750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=8670042923098179750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8670042923098179750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8670042923098179750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/congrats-to-all-who-did-well-for-os-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2240616367324530519</id><published>2007-02-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:40:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you're sad, listening to slow and depressing music doesnt help. so to all those ppl who claim they're like completely sad and all. stop like listening to sad music and say tht nth will help you feel btr. use your brains, why make yourself feel all depressed and upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore me, i just needed to find smth to vent out my negative thoughts. im currently listening to get up by ciara. though im in a really shitty mood. thanks to some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ab&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ghij&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;lmnopq&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;t&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;vwxyz&lt;/span&gt; (figure it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks to CHERLYN CHIA laaaa. my accompanier(: she made me feel a whole lot happier. ILY many many! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i clicked my heels numerous times and made tons of wishes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why am i still here?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it took me a while to get used to this place without you in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i guess a while wasnt enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thought that things would be better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, i was very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thought that we've set aside our differences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and that we could've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thought that you were a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess..that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you proved me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and when i come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never found out what has been going on for so long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM DISAPPOINTED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-2240616367324530519?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2240616367324530519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=2240616367324530519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2240616367324530519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/2240616367324530519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-youre-sad-listening-to-slow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-6008065003869529689</id><published>2007-02-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:39:04.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;i wished i never went to read your profile la. omfg. i never knew. sheesh. you're EIGHTEEN this year. where's your brain man? yes, im talking about you la, HSHM. thanks alot for the trip at TP. cant you just tell me to your face that you were pissed huh, why go complain to some girl, who i THOUGHT was my friend. man, i thought you'd change. but i guess i was wrong about you. fuck that. thanks for making life better. NONSENSICAL GIRL. it's just the way i speak, got a problem with that? so much for saying all the great stuff abt you after you graduated. i dont take it back, cos i believe you're still nice. im just wondering, what did i do wrong? forget it. i thought you were my friend. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to school today. i wonder what they're doing now. im tired. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-6008065003869529689?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6008065003869529689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=6008065003869529689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6008065003869529689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/6008065003869529689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/shocked-i-wished-i-never-went-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-455500743467395</id><published>2007-02-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:39:05.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school was school. FULLSTOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dearest alethea, ily laaa(: i know you didnt do anything wrong. so dont fret kay. i'll always stand by you. after all you're my wife! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish tht all my problems will fade away, right now. right at this instant. i cant stand it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget it,&lt;br /&gt;dont speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-455500743467395?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/455500743467395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=455500743467395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/455500743467395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/455500743467395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-was-school.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-1387636656530265069</id><published>2007-02-06T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:18:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DECLARE FEBRUARY 6th 2007 THE WORST DAY IN SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll spare the details before anyone dies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weeks are moving too fast:&lt;br /&gt;-wake up&lt;br /&gt;-bathe&lt;br /&gt;-school&lt;br /&gt;-lunch&lt;br /&gt;-homework&lt;br /&gt;-STUDY! STUDY! STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;-dinner&lt;br /&gt;-sleep &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on weekends, there's church. if not, my weeks are pretty much moving very fast and there's a routine to it. OH-EMM-EFF-GEE. save me! tests. tests. tests. ): i could just die, but, I WONT.&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being overly sensitive is a great issue. my dearest readers, tell me if it's fair when you do not anything going on in that CERTAIN person's mind and you still get blamed for not knowing? i mean where's the democracy man!? surfacing of names is bad enough, why accuse us of doing smth we did not do? RI-DI-CU-LOUS i swear. what good is a teacher if she doesnt mark our work on time? come to think of it, she doesnt mark it in the first place. and apparently, there's nth wrong with that. hmmm. AMAZING EH? well, guess what, teachers are never wrong in the eyes of the BIG P and VP. it's always the students' fault. NO MATTER WHAT. doubleyou-tee-eff! i'd rather they make us talk things out with her in front of them. like this, it'll be better. as no chances of twisting the story will take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rWT8-WFWJ9g/RchGVVyXk7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/NLQ3xylgBz0/s1600-h/19-12-06_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-1387636656530265069?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1387636656530265069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=1387636656530265069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1387636656530265069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/1387636656530265069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-declare-february-6th-2007-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-4122564835011919395</id><published>2007-02-04T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:07:36.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO!!! :D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stay spastic and lame la kay. you're super retarded and will never ever change. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-4122564835011919395?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4122564835011919395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=4122564835011919395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/4122564835011919395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/4122564835011919395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-jo-d-stay-spastic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-8447807522093998850</id><published>2007-02-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:00:28.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA SNG WEI YI!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love you bestie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a short day. haha, this week has gone by so fast la. monday seems just ytd. OMG laaa. i have this sudden urge to watch BRING IT ON 3 again. HAHAHAHA. my brain has been overworked this week. ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i got scolded for laughing today. by none other than &lt;u&gt;F&lt;/u&gt;! she's so annoying la. ugh. laugh also cannot. WTH! i didnt do anything wrong okay. tsk tsk tsk tsk, YOU! i could just tie you up and stuff you into your sleeping bag skirt. AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of that. HAHAHA, i am home so early. YAY. im so tired. think i'll rest soon. HEH. I HATE SCHOOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that you hadnt told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiera, 16, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;desperate for lucre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went into a place she never imagined she would ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pot-bellied and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bald, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;made her feel nauseated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he placed his arms around her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she put her clothes back on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rushed out of the room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and cooped herself at one corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trying to get rid of the sweat and stench of that old man trapped in her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crying to herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she picks up a stone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;repeatedly grazing her thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ana, 10, helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was trapped in one corner of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw her the very day she came into this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;none other that man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whom she called "father".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he looked at her with his malicious eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grabbed hold of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and stroked her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was a daily routine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as she sits in the room weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not uttering a single word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cindy, 18, single mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twice her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;expressed his love and concern for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not long after they made love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the news was broken that she was carrying a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he fled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was nowhere to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leaving that poor 18 year old in the lurch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she thought she could try to make all ends meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out of depression,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her mind was in a whirl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she took that baby and threw him out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she then hung herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;it all ended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that scar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those scars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will never go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will never learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: ping poing pong, bing boing bong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF YALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-8447807522093998850?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8447807522093998850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=8447807522093998850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8447807522093998850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/8447807522093998850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-samantha-sng-wei-yi-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-9176507290094889621</id><published>2007-01-31T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:10:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-IHyoQD9wY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-IHyoQD9wY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Q5T9RYLiG4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Q5T9RYLiG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-9176507290094889621?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9176507290094889621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=9176507290094889621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/9176507290094889621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/9176507290094889621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-2735010524018788880</id><published>2007-01-31T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:00:05.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was there when you frowned,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so where were you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my smile was turned upside down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT MESS WITH ME I SWEAR, I HAVE NOT BEEN IN THE BEST MOOD RECENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say im rather annoyed. i dont get the reason why ppl tend to take advantage of others. like for instance when a person is very happy-go-lucky. come on, ppl have limits alright(and you have got on my last nerve). some ppl just dont understand that. im not saying i'm the best person around, but come on man, spare a thought for others, would you? i was fine with the way you treated me all these months but today, you were just pushing it. it's in the tone of your voice i know you've got a problem with me. i didnt even lay a finger or say anything to you, why talk to me in that way? i do not owe you living and vice versa. i treat you nice, i expect the same. we've known each other for a year alr. why let it all end this way? give in and STOP BEING SO PETTY. i wont say i'm sorry because i did not do anything wrong in the first place. i dare to say i did not let a word out abt the incident after it occured, think abt it, DID YOU? i dislike things being this way and YOU KNOW IT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht very much sums up my whole day, IT SUCKED, fullstop. have a good day ahead yall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know what my life is like, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna come in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-2735010524018788880?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116980427820057399</id><published>2007-01-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:37:58.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i could runaway from this place,&lt;br /&gt;away from all this pain and misery.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of being unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling that no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling that i'm just a nobody, esp to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SUCKED. firstly, there's some trivial matter. no idea why it became such a huge issue. but whatever. then, i find out that my locker gets cleared out for no god damn reason. apparently, it isnt renewed yet. honestly man, FUCK YOU la, whoever said that. ugh. i'm so annoyed. today just aint my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO FREAKING PISSED! AH OMG!!!!! ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to cheer me up NOW. i feel like crap. sigh. TGIF. church makes me SMILE(: even the thought of it does. heh. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never know what you're thinking. cant you just speak your mind? im missing you alr. dont go away, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you go down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the only way is to go up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ugh! immature, infantile, juvenile, puerile, childish! that's what you all are la. tho it all means the same thing, you guys are still all of it. nothing will change it. and i dare say that you guys are unpredictable suckers.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116980427820057399?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116980427820057399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116980427820057399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116980427820057399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116980427820057399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-runaway-from.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116955059910798258</id><published>2007-01-23T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:11:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;how can it not bother me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the words stabbing my tender heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's all i can say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is killing me. we're still having mid years. which is good. BUT, there might not be sports day. how stupid is that!? omg laaa. screw it la can. homewrok is piling up too. AHHHHH! save me la. school is tiring me out. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish wish wish that things will return back to normal.all that's happening, is all the plan of THE BIG G. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;when he's there, i'm not there anymore. when he isnt, i'm always around for you. and when i dont pay any attention to you, it's my fault. i dont see the point of me apologising, but i'm sorry anyway. i just wish that you'll see my point of view other than just make it seem as if i'm the bad guy. there's two sides to this story. prolly both of us have our faults. and if im close to other ppl it doesnt mean that you dont mean as much to me as them. and you jolly well know the fact that i treasure you and love you more than anyone else. and i've got to make it clear that, i'm doing as much as i can to MAKE THIS KNOWN TO YOU, while you tell me all your lovey-dovey fantasies. as a friend, i'm willing to listen, too much of it can be kind of tiring. i want to speak about other things, like ANYTHING UNDER THE SUN. i want you back. but i guess, i'll just have to take my queue number first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazing-indulgences.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJason%20Mraz%20-%20Im%20Yours.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116955059910798258?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116955059910798258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116955059910798258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116955059910798258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116955059910798258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-can-it-not-bother-me-words.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116913431654782623</id><published>2007-01-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:31:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TP was good, met many many many people whom ive never met in SOOOO long.&lt;br /&gt;mass com sounds good, so does hospitality and tourism.&lt;br /&gt;most probably ill end up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner after that with maureen png at mos. she couldnt stop pictures of me and i look super retarded in it. i told her to delete it but she said she'll use it to her advantage, like wth.&lt;br /&gt;walked around popular, maureen got her set of couloured pens, wrapping paper and i bought a desk calender for mrs cherry lim! (: rachel ng's compo was rather interesting though there were many mistakes in her tenses, it was still a very super good essay. LOVE IT. i bet she loved mine too, hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch the 9 o clock show today, it kinda made my emotions get the better of me. i feel like crap. honestly, do you ever think that this kind of things could actually happen? guess what? it happened to me. and it doesnt feel veri right, i have no idea why i get so emotional over a stupid love show. OMFG. but honestly, i think the whole love story is very complicated and it reminds me of certain things. somethings which im just not willing to let go off, yet. but im just going to leave it for now cause i set my priorities right and my priorities is, STUDIES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you people think might not necessarily be what is actually happening,&lt;br /&gt;think before you let those tongues of yours wag out rubbish which is not even true cause honestly, gossip hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the walls around my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;were about to collapse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;till you came around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this post is written by EUNICE. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EUNICE, AMERIE, MAUREEN= THREESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116913431654782623?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116913431654782623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116913431654782623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116913431654782623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116913431654782623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/tp-was-good-met-many-many-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116886313838450701</id><published>2007-01-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:15:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INCONVENIENCE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be updating my blog very often at this point of time. school work is piling up. however, you may pop by to check once in a while for updates ya. LOVE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers one and all! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116886313838450701?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116886313838450701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116886313838450701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116886313838450701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116886313838450701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-for-inconvenience-caused.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116843354914670168</id><published>2007-01-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:52:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this is to my wife! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you laaa, you'll always be my fave wife. stay sexy. heeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;digital love - daft punk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream about you&lt;br /&gt;In this dream I'm dancing on beside you&lt;br /&gt;And it looked like everyone was having fun&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;As we jam the rhythm gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right to put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling right&lt;br /&gt;You wrap your arms around too&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I feel the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it this dream was all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;About this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;I wish this dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;About this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;We'll make this dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning journey today. was fun. heh. smth new laa. the supreme court is damnnnnnn fun la. hahaha. 4B2T were being idiots roleplaying as lawyers and all. it was hilarious i tell you. hahaha. i somehow became MR ANTHONY. pfft- wtheck. but it's better than JOYCE KWANG. haha! tmr is OLD FOLK'S HOME. lalala, gna be fun la. definitely! everything is fun with the swimsuits! (: love it! photos next time. lazy la. hahah. long day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to buy packet drinks at compass with choi and abelle and then met maureen, that's abt it. will update yall tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. sorry maureen ): ahahahahahha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe we could take a ride,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we could take a really long ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116843354914670168?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116843354914670168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116843354914670168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116843354914670168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116843354914670168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-to-my-wife-happy-birthday-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116790805133945274</id><published>2007-01-04T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:54:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at eunice png's house now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, ash left a while ago. gna leave soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was...alright la. with a lot of ERMS here and there. PFFFT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;erm, tht was pretty much my day laaa. met natalie yeo. a stupid girl in a stupid KCPSS uniform. hurr hurr. yeapp! then liz ans i went outside school to talk. met ash and then yeah. we were like idiots sitting ourside school la i tell you. waiting for the rain to stop all. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yeah. it was a good day. i feel as if it's still holidays tho. boo, guess what amerie? it AINT. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to britney spears now. ah dammit. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'd say i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it wouldnt be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but just tell me you care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116790805133945274?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116790805133945274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116790805133945274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116790805133945274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116790805133945274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-at-eunice-pngs-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116782148564485561</id><published>2007-01-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:51:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/27089/01-01-07_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/355926/01-01-07_2115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GEN GEN GEN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/177150/01-01-07_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/214174/01-01-07_2245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh, i love my dad laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/679970/01-01-07_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/675433/01-01-07_2247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hurr. JUST FOR LAUGHS la kayy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/410692/02-01-07_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/499774/02-01-07_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently this is supposed to be MAUREEN.&lt;br /&gt;but you see some ppl working at NYP,&lt;br /&gt;do not know how to spell. TSK. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116782148564485561?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116782148564485561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116782148564485561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782148564485561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782148564485561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/gen-gen-gen-heh-i-love-my-dad-laaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116782128973283800</id><published>2007-01-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:48:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/30671/03-01-07_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/722131/03-01-07_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a cow, giraffe thing. haha, SO CUTE RIGHT? maureen gave it to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/232327/03-01-07_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/133725/03-01-07_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA, love it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/456891/03-01-07_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/248331/03-01-07_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/775511/03-01-07_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/417682/03-01-07_1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is just so HA HA. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116782128973283800?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116782128973283800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116782128973283800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782128973283800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782128973283800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-cow-giraffe-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116782065459475343</id><published>2007-01-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:41:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! (:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, he's so OLD. like 59. AHAHHAAH. it makes my granny like sorta ancient. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,first day of school was HA HA HA. serious. laughter and laughter. super fun la.finally saw 6b2t again. SMILE SMILE SMILE from ME. heeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but certain things should seriously be left behind in 2006. it's alr over,why bring it back again. ppl, you've got to learn and stop this kinda childish stuff la. honestly, it's getting ANNOYING. just think abt wht you say and see if it reflects on yourself. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school compassed with eunice then maureen came, libraried, populared and then i homed. the day's good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;in relation with my post,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who cant speak&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your spouse&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren&lt;br /&gt;Before argue about your dirty house someone didn't sweep or clean&lt;br /&gt;Think of people living in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and who wished&lt;br /&gt;they had your job&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we&lt;br /&gt;All answer to one maker&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Gift,&lt;br /&gt;Live it,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it,&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it,&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at it give love to someone today,&lt;br /&gt;Love someone with what you do and the words you say&lt;br /&gt;Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden&lt;br /&gt;So give it away&lt;br /&gt;“Give Love to someone today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never said that you cared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i knew you didnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so dont go around and point your finger at me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what you did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it aint about being a sweet lil missy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. some ppl can seriously go overboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116782065459475343?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116782065459475343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116782065459475343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782065459475343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116782065459475343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-daddy-ahaha-hes-so-old.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116774087238482784</id><published>2007-01-02T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:27:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMR IS THE 1ST DAY OF SCHOOL. bummer. ah wells. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone would have a great 1st day of school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft- i'm going crazy. HOW HOW? ahhhh..die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to do my shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SKOL! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. i cant wait to see the fabulous 6b2t! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116774087238482784?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116774087238482784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116774087238482784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116774087238482784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116774087238482784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/tmr-is-1st-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116763803071700521</id><published>2007-01-01T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:53:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i love the new year. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got home from family countdown at around 1230, then headed to ash's place for a while. then homed. talked on the phone with eunice and then maureen called in, conferenced. then eunice was tired. so she left. and then maureen and i continued talking until like 4!? didnt even notice the time la. the last part of the conversation was to do with lit. ahahha. cool cool. yes, and so i slept at like 4plus laaaa. just woke up not long ago. so tired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, eunice deserves a smack on the head! she was vulgar! TSK TSK EUNICE! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;my resolution is going fine so far. i think i might make it, HAHA, who am i kidding? it's only been a day. HEH. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time to revamp my blog. HURR. SOOOON. and i mean it, SOON. not like some blog which is still a TAGBOARD since god-knows how long ago. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dinner at uncle's house tonight. gen would be there. which means more cam-whoring. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is no act,&lt;br /&gt;this is reality,&lt;br /&gt;i jut dont know how to face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116763803071700521?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116763803071700521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116763803071700521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116763803071700521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116763803071700521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone-yay-i-love-new.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116754867713524737</id><published>2006-12-31T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:04:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.feared-in-dreams.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMartina%20McBride%20-%20How%20Far.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martina Mcbride, How Far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a nice song. love it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE 2006!&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 2007! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a great year. cant wait for the new year. tho it's like the BIG O'S, i dont care. i'm just looking forward to the new year. cause i know it's definitely gonna be WAAAYYYY better than this year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTION: not to be so vulgar. tsk! if not, $1 into QUEEN'S pocket and a smack on the head from maureen.(she says i'll be in coma by then) hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i caught CHARLOTTE'S WEB ytd. nice nice. touching laaa. almost everyone was sniffing in the cinema, excpet gen and i. HAHAH. we were laughing and eating. hahaha. it was a good day. rushed home. i did sewing! so cool la. and i gave maureen my FIRST ever product. hurr. it was an accomplishment la. hurr, loving it. ((: then i slept a while only to be awakened by maureen's call. met her for dinner. had a good chat. then went to watson's. she's retarded i swear. omg laaa can. BRANDED BRUSHES, FACE MASK, CURLERS, PORE PACK. i cant believe my eyes. hahaha. we had a funny chat on the way back home, abt marriage and all. heh! interesting. then reached home, went online for a while and then msged a bit and i fell asleep. HAHA. i woke p at like 10plus today to check my phone and i had like 1 missed call and a msg. from maureen. meet for breakfast all, i was like an hour late la. so i didnt go in the end. then went for mass. and lunch with parents. and im home now. later got countdown all. AHHH. I CANT WAIT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quote: "i wna end the year looking good" :D&lt;/em&gt; -guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah. CHEERS YALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116754867713524737?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116754867713524737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116754867713524737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116754867713524737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116754867713524737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/martina-mcbride-how-far-thats-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116738192724493571</id><published>2006-12-29T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:45:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzjrvOwYCko"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzjrvOwYCko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116738192724493571?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116738192724493571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116738192724493571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738192724493571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738192724493571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116738166563887186</id><published>2006-12-29T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:41:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/565630/28-12-06_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/460935/28-12-06_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PAGEONE! we're not advertising. hahah. it's maureen's workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/760357/28-12-06_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/74666/28-12-06_1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see how long we were waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/459631/28-12-06_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/759332/28-12-06_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/555424/28-12-06_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/579116/28-12-06_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was our reward from maureen! hahah. so cute la monster house. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116738166563887186?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116738166563887186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116738166563887186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738166563887186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738166563887186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/pageone-were-not-advertising.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116738150418437079</id><published>2006-12-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:38:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/358359/28-12-06_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/371651/28-12-06_1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and liz! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/851251/28-12-06_1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/41939/28-12-06_1906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/223500/28-12-06_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/455647/28-12-06_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww...i love her laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/95093/28-12-06_1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/532474/28-12-06_1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh, act looking away now. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116738150418437079?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116738150418437079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116738150418437079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738150418437079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738150418437079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-liz-she-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116738098993689342</id><published>2006-12-29T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:29:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was MISS VALERIE SING'S BIRTHDAY. (: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MENTEEEE, I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before that went to vivo, while in the train(i koped this from liz's blog, it's so detailed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the train came. we were sitting right infront of the train. the side two seats. than the next stop. there is this mad guy that walk in all sweaty and stinky. than when he walk in. he went to BLOW the woman that is walking out laa. omg i thought they knew each other but not. realise he was a mad man. he sat down right opposite us beside a woman reading news paper. than he started smiling at us in a super horendous way! than ya. me and amerie ignored him. than he turn to the woman reading newspaper, he saw the nokia N70 advertisement. than he like talk damn loud to himself saying: WAH N70{in chinese} than amerie was playing with my phone calendar. than he stood up and stand beside us and look at amerie.. than he damn sick la... he look at amerie's leg say: [all in chinese]wah you have nice legs, you got hairy legs too. omg la i starred at him, he saw my braces than say what very pretty all with the hair. i was starred at him and roll eyes la. than he said in chinese: aye miss, why you look at me like that. than he go and blow amerie's hair laaa omg!!! he said: wah ur hair very nice smell! sick ah! ..i wanted to tell him. ya thats because urs is not... but ya i didnt... than his sweat dripped on amerie's pants laa! i felt so disgusted. eeyerrr! i rolled eyes at him again. than he was like saying in chinese again:sorry sorry! sorry miss sorry! than he want to rub it off la. aiyerrr. so gross. than the woman reading newspaper walked away to the other side than he said byebye to us and he chase the woman laaa. super scary la. yayayaa eeyer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at vivo, we went to look for mau mau maureen. haha. she was apparently ending work at like 630pm. we had 30min to kill, so we went to I.P Zone and got stuff. yayyy! i got two berms. shiok. hahah. love it. then liz got a shirt and i got a shirt for val. (: then met leandro and kelynn. and then we went back to look for maureen but she didnt end yet laaa. so we happily sat outside PAGEONE waitng for her. and laughing to ourselves. it was so funny laaa. hahaha. then jamie called we talked a while, but that time alr like 730pm laaa! then suddenly, someone just stuck her hand out and talked to us, i got a shock. it was maureen. haha, she like made us wait for an hour! TSK. but anyway, pictures will tell all in the next post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, today dinner at the hoffners. :D ahahha, a whole load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. DONGHEAD RETURNS TODAY. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mushy stuff,&lt;br /&gt;make you run away,&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just say that you're special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116738098993689342?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116738098993689342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116738098993689342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738098993689342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116738098993689342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/ytd-was-miss-valerie-sings-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116723906532108410</id><published>2006-12-28T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:04:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS EUNICE, helping amerie to blog. ( VIA PHONE)&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a good day. met up with eunice and then met those two baffoons at compass to take 86 to jalan kayu for PRATA! and i happened to see the 86 bus which was going to park at the interchange but i shouted 86! and everyone ran towards the bus. and it was damn funny! everyone scolded me after that for making them look so stupid. i noticed a lady laughing at us too. on the bus, it was awkward. :D reached jalan kayu, it was raining damn heavily and we had no umbrella. we saw one beside the bus-stop but we realised it had no handle. so we had to walk in the rain. we ate our usual and then we headed for compass in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a train down to VIVO. when we reached GV, it was hysterical. dont ask why. (:&lt;br /&gt;during this whole time, we were pestering MS MAUREEN PNG to come out and watch with us but she was having a headache so she didnt but she met us for dinner instead at New York Pizza. she came with her curly hair and her CHA CHAT fringe. eunice left after a while, leaving me, sam and maureen together. after dinner, we walked around abit, then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;i alighted with maureen at hougang while sam alighted at seng kang. i headed to the interchange with her to take 89 and when i alighted the bus, it was pouring really really badly. so i had to walk in the rain and under the blocks with slippery floors and frictionless shoes. how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt alot of blocks though, according to FLIK but it seemed alot cause i had to balance myself  from falling. finally reached aunty b's house to find that godpa was online! and i had a video call with him on skype. then i asked maureen to call me so she could talk to him too. then they talked for a while and i talked for a while and i came home. and by the way, the holiday was damn nice. the COMPANY and the show too. its a romantic comedy and cameron diaz is SO HOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda boring. i woke up at 1 lazed around for a while. had a bath and then went to compass for lunch with my parents. got my school books and school shoes, then headed home to slack. dinnered, went online for a while. talking to EUNICE now. shes being a messenger. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Eunice makes a GREAT messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so different,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;different from what the others are to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're one of a kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116723906532108410?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116723906532108410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116723906532108410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116723906532108410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116723906532108410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-eunice-helping-amerie-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116703605250194233</id><published>2006-12-25T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:46:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CHECK THIS SONG OUT. along with the video later too. omfg hot.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.waffler.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Ffrankie%20j%20-%20that%20girl.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;em&gt;frankie j, that girl X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6VvNa3Zk0Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6VvNa3Zk0Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116703605250194233?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116703605250194233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116703605250194233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116703605250194233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116703605250194233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-this-song-out.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116703274688127270</id><published>2006-12-25T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:45:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's freaking blur laaa, but hahaha. it's still viewable :D&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdVxgjD_7zg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdVxgjD_7zg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116703274688127270?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116703274688127270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116703274688127270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116703274688127270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116703274688127270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-freaking-blur-laaa-but-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116702949582835255</id><published>2006-12-25T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:51:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THIS MORNING, EARLY MORNING WAS A BLAST LAAAA. (: i wouldnt say too much. just that during mass there was this lil kid. she just OMFG adroableeeee. AHHH OMG laaa. she kept putting her hand on my palm and stroking my hand. her hand is so BLOODY soft laaa. goodness. so cute know! heh. then ahh, this maureen i tell you keep doing that raising eyebrow face and made the girl shriek so loudly in church. but she was laughing though. then she hide her face behind her mother. haha. so cute la. then her brother abt the age of 6yrs plus, punched reen's hand when she stuck it out for a high five. hahaha. i kept laughing la i swear. HI-LA-RIOUS. then when the girl's mother asked her if she wanted to follow ME for the party, she nodded her head vigorously!! hahaha. awwwwww...how adorable luhhhh. i love kids. wait, i'm not a phaedophile la okay. HEH. i'll upload pics later. hahah! oh yes, thanks to caleb and berwin for the party!!! (: everyone was looking good ytd. love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;aight, i cant wait for tmr!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the look on your face,&lt;br /&gt;just melts my heart,&lt;br /&gt;your body,&lt;br /&gt;heats me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116702949582835255?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116702949582835255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116702949582835255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116702949582835255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116702949582835255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmasthis-morning-early.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116693175142491755</id><published>2006-12-24T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:50:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK THIS OUT,&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS AN EMAIL I RECEIVED FROM MY DADDY. it's kinda cool, and it makes sense luhh. (: HAPPY READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me. What in the World do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge who won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not to permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality, which the children could remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two Turtledoves were the Old and New Testaments, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three French hens stood for Faith, Hope and Love.&lt;br /&gt;The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John .&lt;br /&gt;The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament .&lt;br /&gt;The six geese a-laying, stood for the six days of creation .&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit, Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, contribution, Leadership And Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self Control .&lt;br /&gt;The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.&lt;br /&gt;The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in The apostle's Creed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there is your History lesson for today, this message was shared with me by a friend and I found it interesting and enlightening and now I know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol..... MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the season to be jolly, falalalalalalalala (: so put aside your sorrows yall and join in the christmas spirit. HEH! i love you allllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's at mass now, and im home. know why? cause i was smart! and i went for mass ytd! woohoo! so i dont have to ACT holy and go for mass twice la can. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor bestie, pls get well soon. i'll be praying for you. I REALLY WNA SEE YOU SOOOONNNN. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, many ppl have asked me, "amerie, what do you want for christmas?" or in their usual manner," eh, what you want for christmas siah?" well, i've put some thought into it, and if you can be a great friend and love me for who i am, i'm happy enough and that'd be the best christmas present ever. and if you're family, i just want us always to be tgt, not letting any disputes keep us apart. honestly, presents are just materialistic stuff, i'd do without them if possible la. it's the thought that counts. i swear if anyone would come up to me and give me an empty box and say "this is how empty my life would be without you", I WOULD JUST MELT. or a simple letter just telling me how much this friendship means, i'd be glad. no need for brands and whatsoever, i just want the christmas joy, and that's what would put a smile on my face. that's me, im just the simple AMERIE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS YALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N: the year is ending, you'll be moving to a diff school next year. i hope that we'd keep in touch though. it might seem that at times im ignoring you or whatever, but i guess i was just being selfish. i didnt want to get too attached to you, so that i wouldnt miss you so much when you left, but guess what, it makes no diff eh? im sorry for all the times i made you feel like shit yea? you take good care of yourself! LOVE YOU! (: MERRY CHRISTMAS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my only wish this year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is just to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i can already see that coming true (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116693175142491755?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116693175142491755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116693175142491755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116693175142491755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116693175142491755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-this-out-this-was-email-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116670075090983979</id><published>2006-12-21T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:33:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.impactsounds.com%2Fplayer%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FWebstar%20%26%20Young%20B%20-%20Chicken%20Noodle%20Soup.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF3300;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF3300" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP. hahaah! it's irritating, annoying and lame. but mostly, addictive. haha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116670075090983979?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116670075090983979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116670075090983979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116670075090983979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116670075090983979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/chicken-noodle-soup.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116669862865897200</id><published>2006-12-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:57:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH! christmas is coming. and im having a flu. a REALLY REALLY bad flu. what a bummer la can. booo! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ytd met eunice, val, brandon, caleb and liz at COMPASS. then off to vivo city! to meet gen, heleyna and rico. HEH. left after a while cause i had to go home yada yada. had some play in the night. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play was awesome. HILARIOUS LA. heheheh. then in the car, i received a call from someone. telling me she lost her way and all. and somehow ended up in GEYLANG. wtf right? haha. supposed to board bus number 80, ended up in bus 30! ahhaha. funny la. how blur can she get. so we took a detour to go pick her up. cause no cabs were free and ppl kept snatching hers away. hurr. while waiting drvers and cyclists would slow down to like check her out. eeyer, freaky. then when we were approaching her, she stuck out her hand and the guy in front like slowed down for her. eeeeeee!! then we sent her home. haha. and then when we reached her block, we unlocked the door, she locked it back and then said tht it couldnt open! ahhahahah. it was such a funny night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then now, i'm stuck at home having this idiotic flu. RARRRRR-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/920866/PC200022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/172746/PC200022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KISSES FOR GEN. i bet she was happy!see the smile on her face! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/268002/PC200024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/931245/PC200024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seriously, that was so candid. hahaha! we look spas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/979024/PC200030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/734647/PC200030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking good there. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/476188/PC200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/90991/PC200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amanda, me, gen! love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/251062/PC200029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/113090/PC200029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the work of gen. WAH LAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116669862865897200?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116669862865897200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116669862865897200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116669862865897200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116669862865897200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhhhh-christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116655627097419087</id><published>2006-12-20T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T03:24:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah, this post is like dedicated to maureen. i was just talking to her online and she told me to blog abt all the funny things that happened. and she refreshed my mind. so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one:&lt;br /&gt;maureen went crazy eating PRESIDENT CUP NOODLES. know why? cause beat left an unopened packet of oil and cooked it inside. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two:&lt;br /&gt;then we were ordering room service and i treated maureen and jaslyn to utama club house,some sandwich thing. and then maureen wanted to throw in her money. so i was like okay, THEN THROW IT IN now. she took the note, and threw it on the bed. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number three:&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my arm. only found the reason out a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reanactment: i happily was fanning her, being the nice person i was. cause she was sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen : afterwards you sprain your arm then you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: won't lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at the hotel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh my arm damn pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number four:&lt;br /&gt;Maureen: you look like a cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Maureen: i know! bobdog!&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen: oh no, you look like doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: first a dog, now a cat. next what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in today's conversation, she called me a BOBRAEMON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she ate smth wrong agn. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight yall. JUST FOR LAUGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116655627097419087?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116655627097419087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116655627097419087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116655627097419087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116655627097419087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yeah-this-post-is-like-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116650274652143776</id><published>2006-12-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:32:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO BEAUTIFUL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prata cancelled today. BOO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. dad's gna come home then we're gna leave for lunch. i hope it's some air-con place!! i need cool air. tho it's been raining cats and dogs and rabbits and hamsters it's still so humid. it's kinda cooler tho, but i still need CONDITIONED air. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like so boring online now. rahh. and EUNICE PNG just left me stranded ALL ALONE okay. what AN idiot! hmph. only care abt _____! pffft- i need new songs in my phone. dammit. tho i dont knw what songs. bwahahha. any help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's smth on with church today. but i dont think i wna go. i feel so tired. i feel so drained. i feel so down. besides, hardly anyone's going la. i need company. NOW. or i'll just keep thinking and thinking. seriously, SHUT UP AMERIE. you're not doing yourself any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss you so god damn badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you dont know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everytime someone speaks of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel a tinge of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's like you're not here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as if i dont exist in your life either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont like freaking like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you should've just left me ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things would've been a tad bit better aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, i wouldnt know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause everything has been said and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/758845/snap-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/327303/snap-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss you two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116650274652143776?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116650274652143776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116650274652143776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116650274652143776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116650274652143776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-beautiful-where-are-you-prata.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116644352120525174</id><published>2006-12-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:05:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/918060/Ka-ching%21037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/632425/Ka-ching%21037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mau mau mau mau maureeen....DINNER :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/376359/Ka-ching%21038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/882470/Ka-ching%21038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the FAKE me (: product of aggie and jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/845489/Ka-ching%21073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/979740/Ka-ching%21073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&amp;W, MY BITCHHHH :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116644352120525174?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116644352120525174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116644352120525174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116644352120525174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116644352120525174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/mau-mau-mau-mau-maureeen.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116644312865019062</id><published>2006-12-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:58:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/771679/batam%20trip%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/618128/batam%20trip%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's our beds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/572047/batam%20trip%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/571529/batam%20trip%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check out the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/143057/batam%20trip%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/588614/batam%20trip%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the smile on their face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/991645/batam%20trip%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/828256/batam%20trip%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tiffy tiffy tiffany! (: &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116644312865019062?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116644312865019062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116644312865019062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116644312865019062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116644312865019062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-our-beds-check-out-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116643630822392243</id><published>2006-12-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:51:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BACK! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam was good. it made me freaking happy. i got everything i could ever have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids there are like so poor thing. they dont have anything, yet they can still be so happy. what touched most of our hearts was that they could sing "jesus loves me. this i know" it's like how much they're suffering and all, they still know that god loves them. they know one day god will help them get through all that pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl at the orphanage, my friend carried her to sit next to us. then she couldnt walk properly. we were wondering why. then she lifted up her pants and showed us. there were like this boils on her legs. all filled with pus. and her flies go onto her open wounds. yet, she still can smile and not complain. her case was alr one of the mildest there is in the orphanage. there was this guy who had boils all over his head too. it's like so sad. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food, food, food. is all we think abt. and then when we dont like the taste, we just throw it away. the kids there, they dont have food like us. no variety at all. they just eat whatever they have. which is specifically rice and veggie. or just rice and sweet sauce. meat, they hardly ever get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their so called bedrooms. they just sleep on thin matresses put on wooden double deckers. not like OUR double deckers. just wooden planks put tgt. and then like if it rains, it floods up to like one metre, they have to wait in whatever shelter they have till the rain stops and the flood subsides. now tell me, aren't WE lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seriously, sometimes we take things for granted. we're like spoilt kids. each and every one of us. you wouldnt believe wht i'm saying until you really experience it. it's really such a touching experience. ever wondered how you'd survive living like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think abt it yall. tskk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to the light hearted stuff. shopping was good. i got three shirts and a wallet. heh. super cheap. hurr. on the second night, it was damn funny la. i migrated to maureen's room. then i told aggie that kate was checking the room. so if she asked where i was, just say i'm like in the toilet or sleeping or smth. then aggie and jess made this FAKE ME SLEEPING. looks so real okay. pictures uploaded later. when i saw it later, i rolled on the floor laughing la!!! it was super hilarious. so funnnny. hurr. but in the end, it wasnt her. WTH man. but she did go over to maureen's room tho. to pass medicine only. HAHA. lalala. FALSE ALARM. then aggie joined us. and we talked and talked till we were tired. HAHA. then we went back to sleep. oh wht a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and beat wanted to play prank on the ppl. too free you know. then she spelt jagged as jacked. then i'm like jagged is spelt as J-A-G-G-E-D. then maureen said,"how you know, the queen of england told you is it?" OMG laaaaa. fool okay tht one. beat and jaslyn kept laughing at MEEEEEE. oh yes, and i'm a BOBDOG-cum-DORAEMON. maureen's WEIRD imagination la. she kept whacking me tooo. i'm abused. and she gets in the way too! haha. i keep hitting her and i almost made her bite her tongue. haha. and i think that her room is cursed. i keep getting injured in there. four cuts on my right arm. and i knock my  leg and all in there. tskkk. but wait, she massages well la! so comfortable i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice's room is like the party room. everyone goes there to play. hahah. watch tv. talk rubbish. so entertaining la i tell you :D then also ppl go there to tell secrets. hurr. ppl close of course. like gwen, drey, phyllis, tiff, eunice, val and ME. i keep annoying them there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got this trumpet thing. so nice. haha. we keep blowing the thing. oh shit, that sounds wrong. HAHA. and this SPIDERMAN hammer. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever we all went through,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BATAM TERRIBLY. I WANT TO GO BACK! RAHHHH. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all that were there, thanks for the joy and laughter you brought. it was all deeply appreciated(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures to be uploaded in a separate post yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile and dont fret, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the BIG G loves you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL THE TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116643630822392243?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116643630822392243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116643630822392243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116643630822392243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116643630822392243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-back-batam-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116601097078816720</id><published>2006-12-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:56:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be gone till sunday! (: dont miss me too much aight? it'll hurt the brains. heh. poor sam, jamie and i wont be in singapore and we will return on the same day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;life will be pretty much the same, i hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass was good just now. priscy/gen was being SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEN: where's my bag??&lt;br /&gt;ME: *laughs* i didnt take it laaa.&lt;br /&gt;GEN: ameria, cannot like that. i'll send you back to the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;ME: but i come from indonesia! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;GEN: hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we take her bag again after she finds it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEN: ehh.return laa.&lt;br /&gt;ME: i didnt take.&lt;br /&gt;GEN: i'll send you back to indonesia then. haha&lt;br /&gt;ME: yes, we're going tmr! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;GEN: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny luhh. goodness. then when caleb saw maureen, he went " eh, SHAOLIN" hahah. then maureen kept hitting him and rico said she was like "the last fu".  we're like "wth? it's the final fu la!" load of laughs man. those four days in batam are sure gna be great. I CANNOT WAIT :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala, off to pack. i rock, i havent even packed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i holding on,&lt;br /&gt;when they dont know how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those things,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck at the crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;_ or _?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;at least you both make me happy in certain ways. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You could be one in a million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You could be the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess I'll never know if I never try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I'll just have to grab you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and if i kissed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you feel a surge of happiness?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116601097078816720?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116601097078816720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116601097078816720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116601097078816720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116601097078816720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-be-gone-till-sunday-dont-miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116598643556922802</id><published>2006-12-13T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:07:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my bags aint packed,&lt;br /&gt;so obviously i'm not ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hola people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to batam tmr. woohoo! hahaha. money money. i NEED money. heh! anyway, i'm feeling very blur right now. having mind blocks recently. damn it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people get into r/ships on impulse. like when you just find this person really good looking and tell your friends. they get the absolutely wrong ideas and start teasing you abt tht person. thing is, you dont like like the person. it's just a certain attraction. however, ppl dont seem to understand that. i'm not saying tht i dont tease ppl, but somehow there's a limit to these kinda things. cause when pushed too far, ppl tend to start thinking and get the thinking that "hey, i really like him/her huh! i never knew that. i must really get that guy/girl." THEN, get into r/ships really fast. not even letting the friendship mature yet. and in a few mths, they sit in one corner of the room and cry their guts out. regretting wht they've done. in their minds,"how am i supposed to tell the him/her that this isnt love. i wish i didnt get into a r/ship." i mean if you can handle it then it's okay. but hey, most ppl, dont really know wht the outcome is when they get into r/ships on impulse. THAT MY FRIENDS, is not called LOVE btw. I, myself, have BEEN THERE, DONE THAT. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, why do parents keep naggin huhhhhh. i dont get it. dont their throats get sore? and they nag over the slightest things. you know wht i think? cause we, children, hardly utter a word to them when we're busy. so, wanting to stirke a conversation with us, they nag. so we can say something back. HAHA. that was meant to be a joke pls. but i mean seriously laaa. they can be a real pain in the *points at butt* at times okay. tho, they can be nice at times too. okay, i'm crapping. im just realyl annoyed tht my mum keeps shouting. rarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. off to pick my beloved bitch up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want _ beside me, i want _ attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// dont speak i know wht you're thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116598643556922802?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116598643556922802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116598643556922802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116598643556922802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116598643556922802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-my-bags-aint-packed-so-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116582765505310081</id><published>2006-12-11T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:03:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, i forgot my chinese teacher all of a sudden. HAHAH. and i wanted to ask my friend at like 1AM in the morning. heh! BUT i managed to rmb. brain block. DIE. omfg. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you piss me off. make me wna punch your face in. like seriously! ughhhhhh. rahh. please la, omg. what's wrong with you? nvm. i've got more to say but i dont want to cause i'm nice. and this can be said to many ppl. so it's like all-in-one thing. yes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam on thurs! omg, so freaking fast. i cant wait. lalalala. yay! i hope hope hope EVERYTHING will be fine. i dont want certain stuff to dampen our mood. but with my friends, im sure everything will be a-okay no matter what happens. church is great(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that all my paragraphs end with a smiley face. maybe i'm happy that's why! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. seee wht i mean!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is long. but i dont seem to really be bothered by it luhh. heh. tht's GOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;though i wna go for a haircut soon to shorten my burns(or what maureen calls hair from the sides). hahha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice png is in thailand! val is in m/sia! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the first sad face. hahahah. i'm going crazy. must be too many late nights luhh. i cant believe i freaking woke up at 3PM. in a few hours time, i'll be sleeping again. CANNOT. i need to recharge for batam la! damn it. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i'm going to check out the new windows media player. SO COOL. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. TIFFANY ROCKS. (she told me to say that. and me being obedient and did just tht :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//woopeedoo, i'm in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116582765505310081?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116582765505310081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116582765505310081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116582765505310081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116582765505310081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yes-i-forgot-my-chinese-teacher-all.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116577686908831940</id><published>2006-12-11T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:00:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word to describe today, GREAT(: it was fuckass great, or in gen's terms, LOVEass, great. AHAH. inside joke(: hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, woke up super early today. i literally DRAGGED myself outta bed la. because APPARENTLY, there was supposed to be a church meeting at 10AM. so everyone woke up early to go for 9AM mass. and then, there was no meeting. what a bummer la. our meeting was at 12.15PM. omgawdxzxzxz. -rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all headed to rm foodcourt to eat. then headed back for salt and all. it was like a battlefield there. HAHA. (: no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to rm for KFC. hahah. seriously, gen is addicted to the filipino accent. HAHA. it's hilarious when she does it luhh. really. it's damn OMG. HAHA. you will just laugh. tsk. so rico,gen,maureen,sacha,reginal, kate and myself were at KFC. then it was left with gen,maureen,sacha and me. we we like bluetooth here and there. like some cyber cafe, only we were bluetooth-ing stuff. haha. it was so funny. we sat there for like hours. only left at like 4plus to go video ezy. that was when we decided to have movie marathon at my place. haha. so borrowed a few movies. then at around 6plus, gen came. then maureen. then sacha. then gwen, caleb then berwin. so we watched. we kept laughing. CALEB CAN BE SO ANNOYING. then gwen and berwin left first. after the show ended, caleb,gen and i sent sacha home after sending maureen off. then we went to hougang green macs. then we talked and ate. by the time was alr 12plus 1 like that. so we decided to walk home. we had a good laugh and talked abt stuff. it was good. you know, these kinda talks once in a while are kinda good. yeap. (: then i'm home now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;you know tht many ppl have died in their sleep recently? over 10 cases so far. i didnt know. DID YOU? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this convo is just funny la:&lt;br /&gt;GEN: wht does P.S stand for uh?&lt;br /&gt;REEN: please see?&lt;br /&gt;ME: mum, wht does P.S stand for?&lt;br /&gt;MUM: please see.&lt;br /&gt;REEN: there! see i told you! *snaps fingers&lt;br /&gt;ME: hahah! then how abt P.S.P?&lt;br /&gt;GEN: P.P.S la!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh! i thought P.S.P was please see properly! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;CALEB: P.S.P is playstation portable lah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny la. wht a load of laughs we had today seriously. until we had no darn energy left la. tskk. i should get some rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. maureen feels tempted to hit caleb ALL THE TIME. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.p.s. ANYONE KNOW WHERE MR ADIDAS IS? CONTACT ME! darylyn wants to marry him! and if MR ADIDAS, you happen to read this, she really loves you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//just flash me a smile and i melt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116577686908831940?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116577686908831940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116577686908831940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116577686908831940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116577686908831940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-word-to-describe-today-great-it.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116567136429204961</id><published>2006-12-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:36:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/955349/snap-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/689205/snap-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA, sacha sent this to me. HURR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to east point mall today. the place sucks la okay. really. no wonder hardly any ppl go there. HAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to tampines mall to eat then bused home with EUNICE PNG(: hahaha. then we talked alot alot. found out alot of INTERESTING stuff. hahahahahh. i'm loving it laaa. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tmr got church meeting at 10AM. AH! mass at 9AM. i've got to catch up on sleep laaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's all _ fault i've lost my sanity. but it's cause of _ that i'm still alive. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;//in the crowd there's you, in a corner there's me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116567136429204961?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116567136429204961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116567136429204961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116567136429204961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116567136429204961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-sacha-sent-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116557090765400431</id><published>2006-12-08T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:41:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he's left. left for brunei. on that thing that flies up in the sky. a year aint that long, omg, who am i kidding? one year it's like ETERNITY. rarr- well...yes, he'll be back for a while. but he'll return to brunei again right. what diff does it make? it's not as easy as it's made out to be. "HE'S ONLY GOING FOR A YEAR. HE'LL BE BACK ON JAN 12. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?" many say that. but to me, it's diff. even not having him around for A WEEK. imagine a year? hmmm. i'm not a loser if i cried. i just miss him so goddamn much. so there. I LOVE YOU GODPAAAAAA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5.30AM. called ashley and eunice. met at 6plus. walked to 27 bus stop. boarded the 27 tht jo, gabe f, lynn and ryan were on. took all the way to airport. then sent godpa all and we ate. i cried till my eyes were super painful man. then bus-ed back to CP. then took train down to PS. watched movie at the cathay. and the cinema was freaking stinky. so phyllis and i complained and guess what? after the movie they made an announcment AND WE GOT FREE COMPLIMENTARY TICKETS! (: hahah. so cool mannn. hahahha. walked around a while. then homed. i swear i'm fuckass tired. but i cant sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ makes me sad but _ makes me laugh (: but i dont know wht i'm thinking. i'm stuck. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//where'd you go, i miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116557090765400431?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116557090765400431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116557090765400431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116557090765400431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116557090765400431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/hes-left.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116546278861309746</id><published>2006-12-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:39:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im working on this really big project right now (: ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. prata soon. then bowling!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116546278861309746?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116546278861309746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116546278861309746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116546278861309746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116546278861309746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-working-on-this-really-big-project.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116540961388687000</id><published>2006-12-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:53:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>logistics meeting today was productive. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went RM. ate. then homed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for dinner. then ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing like this, cause i feel really tired. my eye is itching. hurts like hell. i dont like. i miss my earpiece. it's with choi ling. i'm going to dieeeeeeeeeeeeee. HAHA. shut up amerie. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show crocodile is playing on channel five now. it's damn sick i tell you. YUCK. hurr. i miss jamie and sam. RARR- prata session this week seems cancelled. )): tht means i'm sad. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's pasar malam near my place! :D yayy. haha. maybe go check it out ltr. lalalala. my eye is annoying me like how i annoy my queen. hahah. now i know how annoying i can get. WOO HOO- but sng is worse. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you still remain etched in my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing can remove your distinct image.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still rmb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way you walked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talked and smiled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing else apart from you being blur,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can blow me away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas, is just to be happy. is tht too much to ask for? -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//my lips are sealed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116540961388687000?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116540961388687000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116540961388687000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116540961388687000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116540961388687000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/logistics-meeting-today-was-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116534369904005950</id><published>2006-12-06T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:38:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pieces Of Jade was good (: money paid off. though i really prefer Love In Transition better. hahah. but all the same, it was brilliant. heheheh. balcony seats were the best i swear! hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met 6b2t before heading for the play. guess what? someone was missing as usual. FOREVER like tht you know. HAHA. oh welllls. but it was good. laughing and doing all sorts of retarded things as usual. hahah. it was fun (: i love them laaaa. oh yes, and at zara, lydia and i wanted to go into the female fitting room to look for the rest, BUT guess what? the freaking lady wouldnt let us in. WTHECK. stupid. she's lucky i didnt open my shirt and show her my *&amp;amp;($#@ rarr- so anyway, after the play headed to eat with my mum and sister. then homed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr there's church meeting at 3pm. then i dont knw alr. hahaha. i'm off to hit the sheets. night yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mesmerise me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant stop thinking abt you all of a sudden,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i write this poem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl wouldnt knw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who i'm speaking abt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i dont want to put up a show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me wna keep looking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant help but stare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's only fair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;plainly cause it's you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this IS what it's supposed to be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i assume?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those beloved readers out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont bother asking me cause i wouldnt tell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause this time i rather keep it to myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rather confused. and i fucking hate this feeling. i hope this is gna be another one of my shortlived moments. cause wht im feeling now, aint right. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//i wont say i loved you, cause then i'd just be lying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause love is when two stay tgt no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[EDIT!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought blogger ate my post up but it didnt. cause SAUYAN told me to click recover post, then it worked! for the FIRST time. hahha. okay so, SAUYAN ROCKS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116534369904005950?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116534369904005950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116534369904005950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116534369904005950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116534369904005950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/pieces-of-jade-was-good-money-paid-off_06.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116529836998175414</id><published>2006-12-05T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:59:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'M NOT EVEN CLOSE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are getting tired. blogging is becoming such a chore. but i dont know why, i just keep typing and typing away. and i MUST blog or else i'll feel weird. it didnt use to be like this. but i guess it's better, cause i feel better after blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;val'stomach. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also v long nv take neoprints alrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;val'stomach. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we should do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;val'stomach. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erm.. not it but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;val'stomach. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neoprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;amerie. quit playing games with my heart; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;amerie. quit playing games with my heart; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn right it sounds wrong! hahhah. val ah val.. it's okay. i love you. REALLY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/1600/722235/lindsay%20vs%20paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/700102/lindsay%20vs%20paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check this. it's hilarious. i found it in some advert from a website. hahahahah. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;alrights! (: pieces of jade tonight. i still dont know wht to wear. damn. hahah. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;//sway with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116529836998175414?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116529836998175414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116529836998175414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116529836998175414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116529836998175414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-not-even-close-my-fingers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116523375321941905</id><published>2006-12-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:02:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's at Pieces of Jade now. i wonder how it's going. i hope it's gna be good. or my money will go down the drain like ahem ahem ahem...hahahahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, choi just told me ally is leaving for canada on the 14th. man, i'm gna miss her loadsssssssssssssssss. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my day was good. apart from the wind blowing my hair all over the place, it was pretty good :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out why lydia asked me whether we're watching deck the halls tmr. hahah. choi asked me too. then i figured out! cause my post today abt my convo with sauyan. BUT the only thing is i talked to sauyan last night so i decided to post it today. HAHA. sorry for the misunderstanding(: hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;you dont know how fucking much i miss you. i want you back. four words: OMFG. ):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH, bay is going to aus and i'm gna go too! i'll go inside her pocket while the rest are in her luggage. i'm SPECIAL :DD always will be. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//this is a world of misconception.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116523375321941905?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116523375321941905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116523375321941905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116523375321941905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116523375321941905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyones-at-pieces-of-jade-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116520650603501980</id><published>2006-12-04T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:28:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im oh so freaking bored out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's going for the play today. and im freaking going tmr. this suckssssssss. BUT i'll get to spend it with 6B2T at least. they make everything so right. *thumbs up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i emo? im not right? hahaha, im not laaaaaa. just looking back once in a while tht's all (: HAAHHAHA. woo hoo. i'm kinda high right now. so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gna get a present for godpa today i think. yeappp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving yall with a joke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUYAN: eh, tmr watching HALLS OF DECK right?&lt;br /&gt;ME: wth? DECK THE HALLS LA!&lt;br /&gt;SY: well, at least i got the deck and halls right. (:&lt;br /&gt;ME: omg, okay! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;//it'd be nice if you could be in my position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116520650603501980?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116520650603501980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116520650603501980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116520650603501980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116520650603501980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-oh-so-freaking-bored-out.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116517812679019733</id><published>2006-12-04T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:35:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/809066/01-12-06%202129%20grayscaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/12126/01-12-06%202129%20grayscaled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is plain and old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/335451/02-12-06_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/210514/02-12-06_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but this, you fill it with colours(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/700394/DSC02322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/880189/DSC02322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE 6B2T anyways, forever always. choi was missing! miss you la. hurr. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116517812679019733?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116517812679019733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116517812679019733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116517812679019733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116517812679019733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-plain-and-old-but-this-you.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116517684021039144</id><published>2006-12-04T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:21:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER IS BEING A FUCKER! omfg. pffft-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after dinner today my cousin,bro,sister and i went to ice3. (: then went to check out those ppl who looka-lika-man but dress like women at CHANGI. ahahah. it was like a zoo there. our very own night safari. free admission. all night. HURR. kept laughing la. nights out like this are super fun mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got home at around 12 plus 1 like that. then watched ARE WE THERE YET. it's a super hilarious show man. hahah. but sweet ending. makes me go awwww..... HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i hadn't seen you, it made me feel so queasy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could've blocked you out from my view, but i say it as though it's easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i would've stopped bumping into to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though it seemed to just happen, there was nothing i could do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could swipe that look off your face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that smirk, which put me in a daze,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you didnt mean it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you couldnt be that mean,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when you just dissed me in the face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man, i wished i could cut open your spleen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look, i always thought you were nice.&lt;br /&gt;if i could do it again,&lt;br /&gt;i'd think twice.&lt;br /&gt;you've changed,&lt;br /&gt;you aren't you no more,&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i think so&lt;br /&gt;or have you always been such a whore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht was to someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i met you one day along the streets we used to hang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time we were doing our own thang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were talking on your cell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt as if i was in hell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and suddenly everything just came back to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;camp, dinner, late night talks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much nicer could it ever be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then we just exchanged a hug,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing less,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...just walked away with a heavy heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to someone dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the way you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the way you talk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the way you laugh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i definitely love the way you walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so simple,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not like those hot girls at the beach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for some guy to sweep them off their feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just sit there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a book in your hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;burying your head inside it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont care who the hell is walking by a single bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to get a girl like you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tht's why i rather watch you from afar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too cliche but i'll stick with it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want you running away in a fit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to someone who is out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay readers, happy guessing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it, poems written by me. it's late in the night. emotions get the better of me. you see how i am. yes, im in the mood for sappy shows right now. it's tht time of the year. lalalala. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;//quit playing games with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116517684021039144?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116517684021039144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116517684021039144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116517684021039144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116517684021039144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogger-is-being-fucker-omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116506969587704297</id><published>2006-12-02T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:28:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES FROM THE CONFIRMATION AT IHM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/215645/02-12-06_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/248680/02-12-06_1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaa, this sign in serangoon. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/659854/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/496917/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is ME, JANE-FRANCES &amp; SAM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/479980/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/582455/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh man, i bet she's so happy she took a picture with me :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass was good. met up with 6B2T (: love them to bits and pieces i swear. i still miss them loads. i hope tuesday will be successful! hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CONFIRMATION BEST,CAROLINE and RACHEL!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//you're such a beautiful disaster&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116506969587704297?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116506969587704297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116506969587704297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116506969587704297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116506969587704297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-from-confirmation-at-ihm.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116494256215138353</id><published>2006-12-01T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:09:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOOMOO DARYLYN! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurry, let's go out and i'll give you all the strawberry milk in cold storage or nutc. HAHAHA. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116494256215138353?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116494256215138353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116494256215138353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116494256215138353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116494256215138353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-moomoo-darylyn-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116494198879614924</id><published>2006-12-01T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:06:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What if i told you, i miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a bloody sick bastard, i really wish you'd grow up. hurting someone is part of your lifestyle aint it? i've got no comments. she doesnt derserve this and you didnt deserve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to meet sng soon, to meet jamie. hahaha. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___makes me feel myself again((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//you blame me when you were the one that hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yes, did i say that i collected my phone ytd? i saw the bloody motorola guy again. and he kept staring. i swear i could gauge his eyeballs out laaaa! OR i could just irritate him further and say," yes, would you like to get to know me better? cause i noticed you staring at me ever since i stepped in here." then i'll give a huge grin and walk off. arse. pffft-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116494198879614924?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116494198879614924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116494198879614924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116494198879614924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116494198879614924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-if-i-told-you-i-miss-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116488809869873967</id><published>2006-11-30T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:02:37.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my dearest friend:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheer up la girl (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's no point brooding over tht piece of worthless shiat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he aint a real guy when he's doing wht he's doing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just know tht i'll ALWAYS be there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24/7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lub dub youuuuuuuuuu :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i cant wait for tmr. (: day out with jamie and sam. haha, miss those two idiots i swear. hahah. but i'll be meeting my QUEEN first! :DD hahah. lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 days to batam trip. WOO YAYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;//i kept all the roses you rejected from me and dried them, knowing that one day you'd accept them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116488809869873967?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116488809869873967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116488809869873967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116488809869873967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116488809869873967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-dearest-friend-cheer-up-la-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116482568638630477</id><published>2006-11-30T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:55:51.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today caught HAPPY FEET! (: super nicee! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time. heh. :D but most of the time i was self entertaining. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumble is SOOOOOOOO cute.&lt;br /&gt;the five amigos are DAMN small.&lt;br /&gt;gloria is weird.&lt;br /&gt;lovelace is OOPS (Out Of Point Siah)&lt;br /&gt;memphis is an asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;norma jean just rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the show and you'll find out. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show we went walking around. then choi was looking at stuff. THEN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOI: what you looking at man?&lt;br /&gt;ME: the mirror, damn nice la.&lt;br /&gt;CHOI: dont want, make me look damn fat one...&lt;br /&gt;ME: no no no! this makes us look damn slim!! damn nice. omg!&lt;br /&gt;CHOI: really?&lt;br /&gt;ME: yes, come come.&lt;br /&gt;CHOI: oh yeah ah! let's tk picture. hurry hurry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, everyone was staring. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and did i mention? this MOTOROLA GUY [guy 1] pissed me off today! i feel like stuffing carrots up his nostril okay! annoying! rarr- but the one that served me in the end [guy 2] was nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: excuse me, my keypad is spoilt. i would like to repair it as it's under warranty.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: sorry, to change keypad you must pay $25 cause it's cosmetic problem.&lt;br /&gt;ME: but i have warranty you know.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: but warranty will be void for this kind of case.&lt;br /&gt;ME: okay, wait. i give my dad a call.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: hold on, i go check something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i call my dad. and he wanted to speak to the guy, then the other guy [guy 2] comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: excuse me sir, how may i assist you?&lt;br /&gt;DAD: the keypad is faulty, how come there's no warranty for it?&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: oh i'm sorry, there's been a misunderstanding here. warranty for faulty keypad is accepted.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: okay. thanks. bye.&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: okay sir, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: so the keypad is faulty right?&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeap.&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: alright, then just give me a moment. i need your ic.&lt;br /&gt;ME: alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2 walks off the print stuff,then guy 1 comes!&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: the thing must actually pay $4o dollars.&lt;br /&gt;ME: right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2 returns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: warranty over alr what.&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: really meh??...[turns to me]excuse me, your warranty is over alr. warranty is one year.&lt;br /&gt;ME: huh, i purchased it on 12 JUNE 2006!&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: oh sorry....[turns to friend]freak you la, it's 2006.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: sorry la, you also thought it was 05 right.&lt;br /&gt;ME: *thinking* wtf la, you come here find trouble only.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: so they agreed to pay?&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: no la, it's faulty.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: no, the button dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: but i spoke to HIS father and he said it's faulty. [turns to me]&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeahhh, it's faulty...&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: orh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but the damn GUY1 must be so fucking KPO to check it. he takes the scotchtape off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: there! the button came off!!! there! there! there!&lt;br /&gt;GUY2: but the button is faulty, just ignore la.&lt;br /&gt;GUY1: okay. but there's paint peeling off and scratches on the lens, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeah! okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot i swear okay. stupid fucking fat lump of lard. piss the hell out of me. so what if the button dropped out, will you DIE just to go repair it!? damn asshole. and why cant you jut call me MISS? idiot. you think you in army ah? ma'am ma'am all. fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoil my day know! pisser-offer. rarrrrr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've ranted. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p.s. i think you're like FISH :D [mumble is sooooooo cute]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//everybody needs somebody to loveeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116482568638630477?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116482568638630477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116482568638630477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116482568638630477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116482568638630477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-caught-happy-feet-super-nicee.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116469363211946716</id><published>2006-11-28T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:00:32.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm into old old old songs right now. *HUGEEEE GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a really sandy throat. i'm uber bored now. haha. there's seriously nothing to do. i feel like jumping up high high high and then falling down. you see, this is what BOREDOM does. it makes you insane. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER IS COMING. hooray? not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means i've got to hit the boooookkksss! and it means holidays are about to end. -cries&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it wouldnt be so boring in school eh? i'd get to see beloved 6b2t! :DD ahahah. the thought of it just makes me smile. BUT it also means that o's are nearing. imagine this: &lt;em&gt;my head is screaming WHAT THE HELL! but my mouth aint opening to say anything.&lt;/em&gt; it shows how physically drained i am. just kidding. that's NOT TRUE, it'd be stupid if i suddenly scream what the hell at the computer la. &lt;s&gt;FOOLS.&lt;/s&gt; tho, it's KINDA imaginable right? like those teen sitcoms where the teen is stuck in some dilemma and it shows her screaming but in actual fact tht's what her brain wants to do kinda thing. HAHAH. reminds me of unfabulous. okay, i should shut up abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to blog stuff which are totally &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUT OF THE POINT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like what if my dad is a popular actor(which he is NOT), then he ropes me into acting too. and i become MORE popular than him. and he gets pissed off with me and does not talk to me at all. cause he believes that i can never be more popular than him. HOW COOL IS THAT? hahah. i'm like watching this show on channel 5 now that's why. but hey, my dad will never do tht, he'd be proud of me la pls. but i dont wanna be famous. dont ask why, it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little things you do make me smile, like a kid being entertained by the slightest things. you're just so amusing. the way you speak, the way your actions speak. it's superb. and you just dont know how many times i wish i could hold you. and how i cherish you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bwahahhahaah. WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala, BOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, life can suck, but that's how life is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont hate it, treasure it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll do fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because obstacles will appear along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's how one tackles them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-amerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116469363211946716?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116469363211946716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116469363211946716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116469363211946716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116469363211946716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-into-old-old-old-songs-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116461910630070323</id><published>2006-11-27T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:18:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT! SUPER FUNNY! i was bored(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/640/373433/adverdtisement_sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/39873/adverdtisement_sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was an advertisement i found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2260/406/320/507887/adverdtisement_sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the edited version by MEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. i love you bestieeee.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;tho you can be a pain at times.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116461910630070323?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116461910630070323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116461910630070323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116461910630070323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116461910630070323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/check-this-out-super-funny-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116461624608286201</id><published>2006-11-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:30:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8YF_r2e9oo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8YF_r2e9oo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassie is way too hot (: feast your eyes, guys. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116461624608286201?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116461624608286201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116461624608286201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116461624608286201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116461624608286201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/cassie-is-way-too-hot-feast-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116460083328198777</id><published>2006-11-27T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:13:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE ONLY SOUND YOU'D HEAR IS WHEN I WHISPER IN YOUR EAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my flu to go away. my nose keeps running about. )): it like decided to go exercise for a span of a few days. and i cant go catch it cause i'm too exhausted. oh man, wtHECK am i talking abt? sheeeeesh. but yes, my flu is being such an irritant. IF i could take my nose out and wash it, wouldnt it be SO GREAT? i wish only la. blahhhhhh -sticks tongue out- oh yeah, btw, cold milk helps the flu go away. i dont know why. but yes, it does la. it's a theory that miss ng came up with. which makes her a genius? NOT. (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are freaking the hell out of me. but it makes me feel good. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;no comments. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song digital love is driving me nuts. showstopper is making me laugh. hurt is making me sad. and i'm currently addicted to BSB's all i have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm irritating BESTIE with my retarded sounds on MSN. haha, but you got to admit it's cool la. IT REALLY IS. haha. i created it on my own. shiok right (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going to stop blogging before i go MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SKOL DUDES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//what if you were the love of my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116460083328198777?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116460083328198777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116460083328198777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116460083328198777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116460083328198777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-sound-youd-hear-is-when-i-whisper.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116445781662029944</id><published>2006-11-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:30:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp is damn shiok to use right now. super fast. i like restored the whole comp. now there's nothing inside at all. yayy. HAHA. :D and i finally can use MSN laa. i havent been using it la, always use the windows messenger. ahahha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having  a very very itchy throat now. damn annoying siah. tmr is church. yay! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i' ve got nothing to blog abt today. so there. lalalala. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go play silent hill soon. haahah. i've yet to complete to game. so long la the game. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you're beautiful, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//i've got my eyes on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116445781662029944?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116445781662029944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116445781662029944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116445781662029944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116445781662029944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-comp-is-damn-shiok-to-use-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116438124510708357</id><published>2006-11-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:14:05.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to make this short and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I LOVE GHOST WHISPERER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omfg. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was funny, EX! and BESTIE! came over and we played silent hill. it was fuckshit scary. damn lizard. RAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116438124510708357?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116438124510708357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116438124510708357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116438124510708357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116438124510708357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-to-make-this-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116430444734486508</id><published>2006-11-24T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:03:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i have no idea why i'm up blogging at this ODD hour. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, i finally caught step up ytd! :D yayyy. -jumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm rather sick right now. it sucks. rarrrrr. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ryl promised me medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL told me to blog this,"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMERIE GETS SCARED OF FREAKY VIDEO GAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" well at least it's smth along that line. and yes, i do get scared of freaky video games. games like SILENT HILL, damn scary laaaaaaa. omggggg. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear this girl is out to make a fool of me, as &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;. anyway, she keeps saying strawberry. and she made up this song abt herself. she's SO full of herself. i was listening to this song called think of laura and it goes smth like,"every once in a while, i see a smile..." and rachel goes,"every once in a while you see rachel and you smile..." i'm like whatever mannnn. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a strawberry version of we will rock you:&lt;br /&gt;AMERIE: we will, we will rock you&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: (echo) strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;AMERIE: rock you&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: (echo) strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny if you try it, do it with a partner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. up to here, this post is for rachel as she said she'd blog this if she had a blog. but you see, she doesnt. so there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, weird things occur every now and then. and right now, i'm feeling oh-so-weird. yes, WEIRD. it's a retarded feeling. lalalala. boooo. HAHA. okay, i think it's my flu. i should get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//he's a superstar, i'm a nobody but at least i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116430444734486508?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116430444734486508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116430444734486508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116430444734486508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116430444734486508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-have-no-idea-why-im-up-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116416500955357483</id><published>2006-11-22T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:10:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to watch step up ltr! yay. with kiddo crash, bestie and my sister (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea but nowadays, i feel kinda effed up . uhhh..it's tht kinda super emo feeling. tht i absolutely NO IDEA why i get it. cause i'm actually rather happy. it's depressing man. i guess i'm REALLY REALLY REALLY this emotional work of art that god has created. however, sometimes my emotions get the better of me. and i get really OOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario number one: i'm happily playing and jumping and laughing with everyone else. and suddenly i look away, and go to a corner and start staring into blank spaces. then i act as if i'm okay, join the group and start jumping and laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario number two: i say really mean things to hurt someone and i utterly regret it. esp, to my closest friends. &lt;em&gt;p.s. i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario number three: i read depressing posts of &lt;strong&gt;OTHER PEOPLE'S&lt;/strong&gt; and bawl my eyes out. &lt;em&gt;wtf right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. and i dislike it. and &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; you happen to decide step on my tail during this period of time, you better think twice. cause things can get really ugly. i wouldnt be laughy-jumpy-crazy amerie. i'll just punch you in the face till you have no face. okay fine, maybe i wouldnt do that. but whatever it is, you WILL regret it. i promise you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, what is all this abt &lt;em&gt;promises are meant to be broken&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;promises are not meant to be broken&lt;/em&gt; or whatever f? so are they meant ot be broken or NOT!? pls man, promises are promises, once you have one it's your choice what to do with it. and not follow retarded quotes like that. sheeesh. some quotes are not worthy of quoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who are really feeling broken inside, i suggest crying. cause it really helps. you can either cry really hard or tell a person how you're feeling inside and then start to cry. not get all crazy and decide to inflict pain onto yourself. whatever for do you do that! tskk. i shake my head. i've said this before and i'll say it again. so what if you inflict pain does it change whatever has happened or is happening. you'll just gain terrible SCARS that will stay with you for the rest of your life. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what an interesting post. it's been a long time ever since i've done this kinda posting. it's relieving. i have no idea why. hahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off to bathe! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// once, twice and thrice, it's back to you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116416500955357483?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116416500955357483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116416500955357483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116416500955357483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116416500955357483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-to-watch-step-up-ltr-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116409755493956366</id><published>2006-11-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:31:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.geekazoid.co.uk%2Fsounds%2FDana%20Glover%20-%20Shrek%20-%20It%20is%20You%20(Shrek).rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a freaking nice song. im like hooked onto it man. i keep singing it. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DANA GLOVER - IT IS YOU I HAVE LOVED&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I see&lt;br /&gt;In the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile, there's a truth&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What an unexpected way&lt;br /&gt;On this unexpected day&lt;br /&gt;Could it be this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along&lt;br /&gt;There's no more mystery, it is finally clear to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the home my heart searched for so long&lt;br /&gt;And it is you I have loved all along&lt;br /&gt;There were times I ran to hide&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to show the other side&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the night without you&lt;br /&gt;But now I know just who you are&lt;br /&gt;And I know you hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;Finally this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And it is you I have loved all along&lt;br /&gt;And no more mystery, it is finally clear to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the home my heart searched for so long&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I'm filled with emotion&lt;br /&gt;Your love, it rushes through my veins&lt;br /&gt;And I am filled with the sweetest devotion&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your perfect face&lt;br /&gt;There's no more mystery, it is finally clear to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the home my heart searched for so long&lt;br /&gt;And it is you I have loved&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved&lt;br /&gt;It is you I have loved all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// it hurts having to know how much one doesnt care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116409755493956366?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116409755493956366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116409755493956366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116409755493956366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116409755493956366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-freaking-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116408108853701438</id><published>2006-11-21T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:18:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK FROM CHALET : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day man! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there pasir ris mrt at around 6pm, then we were like waiting for the shuttle bus to come which we thought was scheduledfor 6.15pm. THEN, we waited for damn super long, past 6.15. we were like wth, correct time not! then jo checked his laptop, the bus was scheduled for 6.45pm laaaaa. so we went to buy drinks and hotdogs(cause we were FREAKING hungry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met gen an henry along the way. took the bus to chalet.&lt;br /&gt;watched ppl playing bluff. it was damn retarded. caleb sucks man. and lynn CANNOT lie. hahah. it's dam hilarious. hurr. then we ate. food was damn good. or maybe we were just hungry. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;then we had this slight session all. so touching blah blah. then we did our own stuff. like rush to the pool! ahahah. but unfortunately we went in illegally at like 9.30pm when the pool closes at 9pm. the security guard caught us la. IDIOT. he keep catching us. like umpteen times la seriously. what a fool! we were like playing hide and seek with him la. sucker. it was damn hilarious. then ryan hit his foot on the drain. haha. so we decided to head back to our rooms. we talked from like 1 to about 3plus 4am. then we went outside to play soccer for a while. then at 6am we headed to the pool. then we waited for the sun to rise then we started playing around. it was damn fun la. then 7plus we headed back to bathe all. then went to white sands macs. then took the bloody 88 bus back. and guess what? it freaking stopped on the way la damn it. then got what complimentary ticket all. crazzzzzzy. ahahha. must board another bus. and now, im home. super tired. we didnt even sleep la the whole night. super shiok. ahah. i think i shall go crash now. fucking tired. ahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;// don't tell me this is happening all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT!]&lt;br /&gt;and when we were in the tub, this guy over at the pool got freaking stripped by his friends. so me and phyllis turned around cause we like felt damn bad for him. and when we turned he freaking hell STOOD UP. i was like OMFG!#%^(* yuck laaaa. sick. he still stood there stunned for a while and me and phyllis kept screaming. and we told the guys. and berwin was like how long is it, how big is it? does it look like anaconda?! wah laoooo. sick la. but anyway, all we saw was this BUSH. ahhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! phyllis seems as if she has swam in her entire life before mannn. and audrey's brain moves at the constant speed of 0.8m/h. HAHHAHA. tht's damn cool laaaa. and tiffany, is just plain tired. hahhah. (: and rico with his alliance all. LIMITS LA RICO LIMITS. ahahahha. ryan's wallet STINKS big time la. yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116408108853701438?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116408108853701438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116408108853701438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116408108853701438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116408108853701438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-from-chalet-dd-it-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116392992688083152</id><published>2006-11-19T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:52:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>imagine yourself walking along this road. just walking and walking and walking. you dont even know where you're heading you're just walking and walking. then you start asking yourself, wtf am i doing here? why am i heading in this direction? what do i get walking in this path? then everything starts to become clearer.. you set goals for yourself along the way, wanting to achieve those goals...but then you find that this road you're on brings you to a horrific place. then you start thinking to yourself again that probably the road you're on, aint the right path you're following. however, you still keep going and dont turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wtf, that has to suck right? yes. uh huh. im feeling it now. i dont wish to do all this. but it's me. was talking to sng last night or rather this morning. it's scary how we dont know what the outcome of CERTAIN things will turn out. hate it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and sng made up this song, or rather i did. she just sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes this way...we boarded this 119 bus and it was moving really slowly. then everyone kept staring at us and we saw aunties and uncles whom were mostly wearing red and black. so were listening to showstopper and this how the song goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we in the BUS, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ride REALLY SLOW, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we doing things that normal girls dont do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone stares, we smile back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the aunties and the uncles wearing red and black!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, sing it along to the chorus of showstopper. it's super funny! (: hahahaha. HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was good today. i cant wait for batam trip. i'll be gone for 2 days ppl! church chalet. woohoo. dont miss me. though i dont think yall really give a shit. so yes. hurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;// all i want for christmas is definitely not you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s. i think some ppl should go for anger management. SHEEEESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116392992688083152?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116392992688083152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116392992688083152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116392992688083152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116392992688083152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/imagine-yourself-walking-along-this.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116384237294578514</id><published>2006-11-18T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:32:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGST.</title><content type='html'>MY HEAD IS SPINNING. i dont likeeeeeeee. just woke up from my awfully disturbed nap. every few minutes i'll get up la. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's SALT bbq tonight! i cant wait. im going to have a time of my life. yayy! -jumps&lt;br /&gt;then there's chalet on monday! yay! :DD i cant wait i cant wait i cant wait laaaaaaa. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA, i was just thinking of this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BACKSTREET BOYS- ALL I HAVE TO GIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what he does to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be there to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a fancy car,&lt;br /&gt;to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he buys you nice things&lt;br /&gt;Does his gifts come from the heart? - I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;But if you were my girl...&lt;br /&gt;I'd make it so we'd never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't think I can live&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you... but&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I have to give.&lt;br /&gt;When you talk - does it seem like he's not&lt;br /&gt;even listening to a word you say?&lt;br /&gt;That's okay babe, just tell me your problems&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to kiss them all away...&lt;br /&gt;Does he leave when you need him the most?&lt;br /&gt;Does his friends get all your time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby please... I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;praying for the day that you'll be mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you...Hey Girl,I don't want you to cry no more - inside&lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world could never add up to all the love&lt;br /&gt;that I have inside ... I Love You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will give it to you&lt;br /&gt;All I can give,all I can give&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have is for you&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Drum break &amp; Chorus 3x and out:&lt;br /&gt;But my love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't think I can live&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you ... but&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I have to give...to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont you think it's a damn nice song. haha. when i listen to it i rmb &lt;a href="mailto:kbox@compassheights"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kbox@compassheights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! ahhaha. lydia was singing that song. super funny la. omg, i miss it man. we should have more stayovers and we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; need a truth or truth soon. i bet it's gna be super interesting. cause we havent caught on each other's lives for a very long time! ahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalalala, im off world. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;//this is so last century, but i'll watch you from afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116384237294578514?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116384237294578514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116384237294578514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116384237294578514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116384237294578514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/angst.html' title='ANGST.'/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116378609387005204</id><published>2006-11-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:05:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS 6B2T!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choi, alethea, lydia, lynn, sauyan, abelle and caroline! eh you guys ahh! i really miss you all. without you guys, there's seriously hardly any fun. i want to be lame around you guys la pls! can we SERIOUSLY plan something successful? plan plan plan then affter tht cancelled. tsk. i miss yall alot. we HAVE TO go out soon. &lt;a href="mailto:kbox@compassheights"&gt;kbox@compassheights&lt;/a&gt; one day too alright! hurr. love love love yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS DARYLYN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, moo. i really miss you la. tsk. you didnt believe me tht time. hmph. but it's okay. i still miss you so goddamn much la. we WILL go out one day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MINPEI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know you know that i know that i really miss you. you'll always be my miss! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS RYL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh YOU! i really miss you a whole lot. i dont know why. but i do. tskk. i love you la! :D my bestest besterest EX. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS KRISTLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay world, my tagboard is SERIOUSLY working now. woo hoo!!! everyone clap! HEEEHEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, you know what, the holidays are like a gaming time for me. I GAME EVERYDAY. shiok i tell you. i cant wait for MONDAY! hhehehe. church chalet. yayy! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry and my tummy feels funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TTFN world, rest is good once in a while (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;// i dont need you to live my life to the fullest;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116378609387005204?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116378609387005204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116378609387005204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116378609387005204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116378609387005204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-6b2t-choi-alethea-lydia-lynn.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116353660142937124</id><published>2006-11-15T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:36:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I THINK MY TAGBOARD IS ALRIGHT NOW, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;since i changed it. heh. COMMENTS pls. thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[if possible that is. hurr]]&lt;/em&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/35426533-116353660142937124?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116353660142937124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116353660142937124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116353660142937124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116353660142937124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-my-tagboard-is-alright-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116353273455406960</id><published>2006-11-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:32:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, there's so many ppl's birthday today man..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i love you la ex. i did, i still do and i always will! SMILE KAY! (:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HO SEOK HOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ehh, ho! stay YOUNG AT HEART.  hahaha. lovelovelove"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"omg, miko. you're so adorable."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lalalala, I'M SNEEZING AGAIN. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116353273455406960?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116353273455406960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116353273455406960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116353273455406960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116353273455406960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-theres-so-many-ppls-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116304742348703818</id><published>2006-11-09T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:43:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE LEAVES ARE BROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH(: i rock i rock i rock. okay fine, who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. sheesh. shut up amerie, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night at 10plus, i called nat and she was on the phone with sng and ryl. so we talked for a while then we conferenced on sng's phone in the end. then ryl hung up at around 12plus and nat hung up at 1plus. then i continued talking to sng. then marcella yong called, so we talked talked till 5. it was so hilarious okay. we were at like some gaming thing. we were on the phone but each one of us was playing our own games. ahha. marcella with her hamburger land, macdonald land and mario. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcella keeps saying shut up your mouth. ha. it sounds so freaking weird la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this reminds me how funny ryl is. she's really damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYL: so which is her?&lt;br /&gt;US: right at the top la.&lt;br /&gt;RYL: smarterchild? is that her?&lt;br /&gt;ME: ya ya ya! smarter child!&lt;br /&gt;RYL: huh, really ah? it's the smarterchild? ehh.seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ME: NO, ryl, smarterchild is the msn robot thing you goon! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;RYL: so what? is it smarterchild?&lt;br /&gt;US: OMG, ryl!!! hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: say erm....&lt;br /&gt;RYL: huh?&lt;br /&gt;US: ERM...e-r-m&lt;br /&gt;RYL: huh? d-i-m..?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: can you imagine if you wna say erm..and you go dim... it's ERM la idiot!! dim...dim...HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ME: yahhh. omg! ahahahah. it's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;NAT: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i kept laughing i swear. ryl is thing person whoso brain travels at 2m/h (: hahahah. i love her! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. okay, i'm off to compass! i rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. vivo city playground is amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//i miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116304742348703818?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116304742348703818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116304742348703818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116304742348703818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116304742348703818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-leaves-are-brown-ahhhhhh-i-rock-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116299701997648200</id><published>2006-11-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:43:40.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S TOO LATE BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOA was good. tho i watched it before. (: i've got no comments abt today. haha. all i can do is smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht's the shortest post ever but i dont care. blah. i think i'm tired. *yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the clique! )): outing soon, please please please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// what's with you, stop playing around already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116299701997648200?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116299701997648200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116299701997648200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116299701997648200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116299701997648200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-too-late-baby-doa-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116296253169267531</id><published>2006-11-08T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:08:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHAAHAH! hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why im laughing so boody loudly? ahha. my mum's bamboo stick flew out of the window. AHHA i have NO idea what happened. suddenly i heard this really loud sound "BANG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: *typing away on the comp* wht's that loud sound mum!&lt;br /&gt;MUM: *walks out slowly in a really really really soft tone* anne, my stick fell out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;ME: hhahahahahahahahahaha! how the hell did that happen!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's super hilarious. haha. okay, i'm off to bathe then out! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116296253169267531?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116296253169267531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116296253169267531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116296253169267531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116296253169267531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhaahah-hello-world-wonder-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116290055243013381</id><published>2006-11-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:00:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVEFOOL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i just got home not long ago. my day out ended swell. yes, that's the word for it. SWELL. ahh omg. who am i kidding. ha! i got no comments. thanks alot though. :&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE COVENANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rocks man. it's not scary AT ALL. i have absolutely NO IDEA why those idiots on my right were screaming. hahaha. so retarded. and to that FOOL who threw the tissue paper at me, idiot la! you ipodnehneh! haha. and omg! me,sam,jamie and liz were like idiots trying to find our way to the cinema i tell you. seriously la. ahha. we walk here and there and ended up at the same place. and guess what? we ran there in the end. ahahah. it was hilarious. vivo city is such a big place. SHEESH. ahha. then after the movie we went to toys r us! ahhh. so cool i tell you. me and sam were being retarded acting in front of the camera. ahha. we appeared on TV! hahaha. super funny. we renacted the scene from the covenant. haha. everyone kept staring. HURRRRHURRR. it was super funny. then we walked around and we played with the most ridiculous stuff. ahaha. i swear it was damn fun! hahah. then we went down to candy empire. WW and I were so disappointed when we couldnt find our nerds rope. ): but it's okay. then we went to kopitiam for a drink. then trained home with sng,jamie,liz,regina and rachel. regina dropped at dhoby so it was left with US and rachel. haha. she kept READING i tell you. ahhhahaha. yes. that's my day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is matt's birthday. i dont know if i can make it out with him though. HMMM. we'll see! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all. today was a good day and the first time i stepped into vivo city.(yes,i'm a noob. shut up) :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;// take my heart and treat it right or return it to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116290055243013381?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116290055243013381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116290055243013381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116290055243013381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116290055243013381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovefool-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116286270028329353</id><published>2006-11-07T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:28:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU TOOK MY HEART AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! i'm not ill anymore! (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i officially claim that WW has inherited another power which is predicting the future! ((: hahah. she knew i was going to be well today laaaa. aiiyer. how come one! ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, i rock(: ahhaha. i'm like addicted to that man. hahah. oh-kay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall put up a poem that my belovd mentee VALERIE GABRIELLE SING wrote for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a pal, and im Gabrielle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so im here to tell tht you're my sweet pal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and since you're like my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im gonna always lend u a hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im gonna try never to lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause when I die I'll go to hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thts not swell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though you're unwell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amerie u're my best pal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and im happy to know u cause you're the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its ok tht u're les.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause it don't matter and I just don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since u've always been there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love u and u were the one who always shared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and im glad tht u always cared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so u're swell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thts what I came here to tell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you my favourite pal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW. iloveloveloveloveher laaaaaaaaaa. :DD&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb the time when i made her cry. ): i'm sorry laa. heh. *hugs tightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;// you dont know &amp;amp;i rather it remain that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116286270028329353?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116286270028329353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116286270028329353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116286270028329353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116286270028329353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-took-my-heart-away-woohoo-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116281369637207585</id><published>2006-11-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:48:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm here to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but will you let me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay world. i've gotten this illness which is called FLU, shortform for the term, influenza. im so sad laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow wonderwoman is convinced that i'll be well by tmr. so i can give her her awaited treat and accompany her to laugh at those freakos who'll be screaming and watching the covenant. HAHAHA. are we mean or what? HURHUR. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better after drinking that ginger drink. somehow i feel like eating porridge. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to ash's house today. FACES OF DEATH is disgusting. esp for THOSE parts like @!#@#@%$ and @!$#@^#@%)(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*these parts were edited cause of explicit content*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop blogging now. RAHH- gotta try and get some rest. i'm perspiring like no one's business. AHHHHHHHHH, god help me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//dont walk out on me, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116281369637207585?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116281369637207585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116281369637207585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116281369637207585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116281369637207585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-here-to-save-you-but-will-you-let.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116278295883970730</id><published>2006-11-06T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:15:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i wake up in the morning and to my shock, my mother comes to me with my hp bill. i'm like shit shit shit. THEN, i see the bill it's like 97.69!? im like omfg. then, i minus everything off and guess what? i exceeded only by 23. HAHAHA. heh. i rock! (: and they charged my extra for some dont know mobile data thingy?! and i didnt go d/l any games la, thehy still go charge. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO!? im so sad. ahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off to compass soon! yayyy! (: then school. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. i love my WW. midnight talks are oh-so-funny. (: let's play at macs!! haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116278295883970730?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116278295883970730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116278295883970730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116278295883970730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116278295883970730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-wake-up-in-morning-and-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35426533.post-116273085858875399</id><published>2006-11-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:12:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2260/406/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2260/406/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap! that's mainly what i got for my confirmation today. apart from the money (: THANKS ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2260/406/640/DSCN6121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2260/406/320/DSCN6121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S FROM MY GODPA! (: he personally carved it for me. thank you godpa!! i love you. thanks for the talk we had that night. i keep it close to my heart. i'll miss you when you go overseas! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST JAMIE, stay strong. you've got us! SMILE YES? love love love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s. i loved today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, confirmation's done. which means cat class is over. i'd go hooray but then again, im gonna miss it. and omg, it reminds me of con camp. i miss it so goddamn much. RAH- i felt loved today. (: ALOT OF LOVE. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35426533-116273085858875399?l=imatrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116273085858875399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35426533&amp;postID=116273085858875399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116273085858875399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35426533/posts/default/116273085858875399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imatrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeap-thats-mainly-what-i-got-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02811394122154941812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
