<?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-1264202041523667491</id><updated>2012-01-16T18:02:11.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipsrunred</title><subtitle type='html'>Believe that someone out there will find you, and kiss your skin until you can feel it blister with heat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8478105134297723531</id><published>2012-01-07T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:42:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though its already the 7th day of the new year, I'd still like to say a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 2012!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/141mqg9.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a really dull year for me, as if I didn't really live up to it yet. Squandered my time away, spending half a year realizing I ended up in a path I wasn't prepared and passionate enough to commit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/21lkemb.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28mmsuq.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/fursyb.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/drdyzq.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habitually welcomed my new year with a really chic 2012 scheduler!! Now I'm ever so determined to fill this book up with plans and goals for this year!! And judging from these few days, I can sense that 2012 is gonna be a fucking great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/96evyx.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2uhy8eg.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/11qrehs.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2e3tn9g.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/f42u13.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2v614.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33u7leg.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/ofzyp0.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/35lzpeu.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/10y0vx5.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2mhsuw7.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/394047_2751174272364_1647854581_2573261_860430623_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/408309_2751256714425_1647854581_2573425_1708509087_n.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/387674_2751249714250_1647854581_2573422_517642561_n.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2e3q4uq.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2l8kbiv.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/j5wkl5.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/vxgjgx.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/zjt36o.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/149v2gn.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/wmm1yb.jpg" height="622px" width="466px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/11h6qn8.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/xgjdpe.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/15rhaua.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Page 5 of 366 was a day spent with Peishi on some hardcore shopping which did a huge damage to our account balances. But I really enjoyed it, love you my bitch X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8478105134297723531?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8478105134297723531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8478105134297723531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8478105134297723531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8478105134297723531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2012/01/even-though-its-already-7th-day-of-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/141mqg9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5599837909740907178</id><published>2011-12-17T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:27:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/5309qw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy saturday, another day cooping myself at home........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2mnf4vm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2j3qx3l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Are Girlfriends Jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason most girls are jealous is low self-esteem, insecurities, and lack of trust. Anyone can experience jealousy. Maybe  she had a bad experience with a past boyfriend. Perhaps he cheated on  her and she was really hurt over it. That would certainly cause problems of self-esteem. One main reason girls tend to get jealous is over other  girls, particularly ex girlfriends. They are worried that other girls  might have something that they do not. Your girlfriend may feel that you  could find other girls prettier, funnier, or smarter than she is. She  may also be wondering if you still have feelings for your ex. All of  these thoughts will lead to the fear that she could lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5599837909740907178?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5599837909740907178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5599837909740907178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5599837909740907178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5599837909740907178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-are-girlfriends-jealous-main-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/5309qw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7422241557410959064</id><published>2011-12-13T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:22:11.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2ngwscy.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent whole afternoon doing this skin, do I look like a satisfied teddy? ʕᵔᴥᵔʔ Terminated working for ZARA since the end of Nov, can't take the exhaustion. Now I'm a lump of meat, growing fatter by the days. I'll continue working soon enough, cause I'm so used to having $$$ in my bank. Some bits of my days in pixels.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/npp7xs.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New body wash that smell so tastyyyyyyyyz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/11ce2y0.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bright yellow tomz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/14adhy1.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2dbtmpc.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and sis' baked potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7422241557410959064?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7422241557410959064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7422241557410959064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7422241557410959064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7422241557410959064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/12/spent-whole-afternoon-doing-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2ngwscy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6177756526298170013</id><published>2011-09-23T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:03:49.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i53.tinypic.com/17tqpk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/17tqpk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying you and me might end up together. Its like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert. But I'm holding you closer than most, cause you are my heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" wmode="opaque" flashvars="file=http://dc128.4shared.com/img/794705378/328392c7/dlink__2Fdownload_2FP-CjbFSK_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life have been in a big mess, although work is occupying 90% of it. Working in the front line at Zara is ..... frantic. Most likely applying for another job soon, something less wearing and demanding. Okkkkk! Can't wait for the 29th of Sep to be here! Will be heading down to USS with my favourite girls! The last time I went, it was last year, a triple date. But this time, this year, everything spiraled into a change, a huge drastic one. I guess its okay to drop by again, pick up the fragments, restart again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6177756526298170013?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6177756526298170013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6177756526298170013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6177756526298170013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6177756526298170013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/09/drop-in-ocean-change-in-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/17tqpk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7956599037467398623</id><published>2011-08-29T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:48:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Nana Tang~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Hey baby, happy 17th birthday, happy that this year's birthday you're celebrating it with someone special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/294421_2356631359378_1358041222_3571344_2666105_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/313571_2356631239375_1358041222_3571343_148899_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/306800_2356631879391_1358041222_3571348_5300142_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Did a little something for her, far too simple, i know :( Did everything alone and at the eleventh hour, sorry. In the end it really put me on a guilt trip. Wish next year we'll get to celebrate it&lt;/span&gt; together and I promise a better birthday celebration. :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/294443_2356632799414_1358041222_3571351_5254792_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My qtpie ♡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7956599037467398623?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7956599037467398623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7956599037467398623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7956599037467398623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7956599037467398623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-nana-tang-hey-baby-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4382627675700603928</id><published>2011-08-21T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:10:09.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days have been terribly uninteresting. Will be sitting for two papers in a weeks' time, no preparations, maybe I've made preparation for failure? Won't be schooling after August end. I need a change. Turning point. Holding on to this little glimpse of hope that God has better plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief update for Peishi's celebration. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday baby, hope you love the gift from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/228900_2303604553741_1358041222_3497453_2188318_n.jpg%20%3Cimg%20src=" net="" snc6="" s720x720="" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/252177_2303604993752_1358041222_3497455_6930901_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/284596_2303605393762_1358041222_3497457_517581_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/267259_2303606753796_1358041222_3497461_6442990_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/251441_2303606433788_1358041222_3497460_2707907_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scrapbook me and Na made from scratch. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/226166_2303607473814_1358041222_3497464_5839576_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/263306_2303613753971_1358041222_3497493_1666547_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/283962_2303614153981_1358041222_3497494_3084865_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baseball jag we bought! Priddy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/205833_2303615194007_1358041222_3497497_2254616_n.jpg" width="540px" height="720px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/226017_2303612953951_1358041222_3497488_2365912_n.jpg" width="540px" height="720px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/s720x720/283246_2303615354011_1358041222_3497498_170314_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/229693_2303614513990_1358041222_3497496_5940481_n.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Till here, X &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4382627675700603928?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4382627675700603928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4382627675700603928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4382627675700603928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4382627675700603928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-have-been-terribly-uninteresting.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-3540025266605404002</id><published>2011-07-24T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:09:03.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/30ubthc.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/3129zjk.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1ilc28.jpg" width="640px" height="345px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say Hi to my new baby! PRETTY IN PINK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shared cost with sist cause it would have burnt a ginormous hole in my pocket if I paid the full amount. Spent a good 70 bucks on all the films accessories, stickers, close up lens! And thank God Leon accompanied me to collect them from the seller, if not I would have got lost on the way.  See the pwettiezx coin purse he bought for me. Love you to bits. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: small; "&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-3540025266605404002?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/3540025266605404002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=3540025266605404002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3540025266605404002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3540025266605404002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-hi-to-my-new-baby-pretty-in-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/30ubthc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8152746678823733329</id><published>2011-07-20T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:14:22.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4Dxsn6Emo/Tibc3SA-OVI/AAAAAAAAALE/xr0vHcC8CJ0/s1600/image201107190001_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4Dxsn6Emo/Tibc3SA-OVI/AAAAAAAAALE/xr0vHcC8CJ0/s400/image201107190001_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631431226360215890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Josephine N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawdddd, lens drying out. I just received my Bursary bucks and I spent 200 bucks with it already. Admit I'm a huge spender :( Gotta curb my spendings already! Why oh whyyyyyy, there's so much things to buy, never sufficient money to spenddd :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, finally got my Fjf instax! Splurging @ polaroidfilms.lj with Roxanne now! Still on my wide-angle lens expedition! Maybe they have fisheye too? Drop me a comment over at my askfm if you see any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returning to my Tetris game! The whole class is on the Tetris vibe recently!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8152746678823733329?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8152746678823733329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8152746678823733329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8152746678823733329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8152746678823733329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/07/gawdddd-lens-drying-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4Dxsn6Emo/Tibc3SA-OVI/AAAAAAAAALE/xr0vHcC8CJ0/s72-c/image201107190001_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-9022863881246120893</id><published>2011-07-19T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:17:58.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2hwkzs7.jpg" width="291" height="420" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/mwwq6q.jpg" width="291" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New hair colour! Hehehehe, luv. *hearts* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna continue with my MS Individual Report, omfg..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you can drop me a question below @ my askfm! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-9022863881246120893?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/9022863881246120893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=9022863881246120893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9022863881246120893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9022863881246120893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-hair-colour-hehehehe-luv.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2hwkzs7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2519503532547558559</id><published>2011-05-17T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:13:46.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/9fp9oj.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Public Hols you guize ;) Gonna head out with my babies later on for some movie! Yay love 'em, have been meeting them for almost every weekend and I love the ketchin up. I got them gifts on a Vesak instead of Thanksgiving. But its okay right, surprises surprises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot my BB Housing? Hahahha it isn't changed into this colour for no apparent reasons! You guys will know very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2519503532547558559?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2519503532547558559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2519503532547558559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2519503532547558559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2519503532547558559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-public-hols-you-guize-gonna-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/9fp9oj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4488624575255633909</id><published>2011-04-14T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:13:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>089 Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/n1qg7p.jpg" width="640px" length="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school for me. Not the start of proper lessons though. Was quite hyped up for school since my girls had a really enjoyable start. Was immediately split into classes when we reached. My excitement sank rock bottom when I found out my class was so dead lor. Maybe I didnt gave them a chance to really open up. Didn't matter till we decided our class cheer, I was so embarrassed of our class cheer. It goes like 1, 2, 3 ... 3, 2,1 and so on. :( Every single time we had to present, I can see it in the eyes of the GMs they were laughing, or thought it came off as something really dumb. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But afterall, I still think my classmates are really a bunch of nice people. So nice of Firdaus to bring my bag to me after realising I left it behind. So shocked he knew it was mine from the very start. Hahahaha, had so many name games, and I think my name is so much easier to remember for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, today's supposedly is the 2nd and the last day of orientation. I skipped it. LOL. Won't be having lessons on Monday and Wednesday. Hahahah cool shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;p/s: I cant help realising my girls are all making new friends, and I haven't had a few decent one, only one of them. It feels like I lost all of them out of a sudden.... whyyyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4488624575255633909?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4488624575255633909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4488624575255633909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4488624575255633909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4488624575255633909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/04/089-orientation.html' title='089 Orientation'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/n1qg7p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1440546024587285397</id><published>2011-04-11T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:08:28.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>088 For you, I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/14tvkat.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/688vmq.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2ah8940.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/20zb5mf.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2e3mw5z.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2luvsyf.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/30vnhh2.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/ndq49s.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/t9xrt0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/27wrjpx.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/9uuaef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the Monday before NS Ice skating? ;) Sumos were back indulging in good food. Manna Story &amp;gt; Flea &amp;gt; Sakae Sushi. Wanted to bowl but all the lanes were full.... decided to pool but with the 3 of us not knowing a thing about pooling, we had to dropped off the idea. Phail_plan_max94. Everyone started their school/orientation tday, for me there's still a few more days left to orientation and a week left towards school. So excited for my NS girls on their first day of school, really hope they enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1440546024587285397?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1440546024587285397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1440546024587285397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1440546024587285397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1440546024587285397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/04/088-for-you-i-will.html' title='088 For you, I will'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/14tvkat_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7911125045643660063</id><published>2011-04-10T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:00:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>087 Frolicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22168500" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... while waiting for the vlog to complete uploading, I'll just waste my time here. I swear editting the vlog was the best part!! But the programme...... disappointing. I wished I had iMovie or sth better, rather than some dumbfucked Windows Movie Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2gujd01.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/30tgdnl.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2vk1fth.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/8vnt5h.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/161dnr.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2agtaiv.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/282qi2r.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/b717pw.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2m5jaj7.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2z6gsyb.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracked too much, but Ice Skating with ma NS babes, is good, by good, I mean, fucking fun. Not the activity, but the company!! :) Everyone had their fall, well, excludes Nadila... and their muscles aching tday. ;) Attendance was 90%? Atikah couldnt join us cause of SOH Camp? Glad Peishi was able to get a substitute for her work that day!! Supper @ Chompchomp again. So upset, Abigail couldnt join us for the good food. Being the gluttons, everyone finished every bite of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food &amp;amp; Best company. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7911125045643660063?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7911125045643660063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7911125045643660063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7911125045643660063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7911125045643660063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/04/087-frolicking.html' title='087 Frolicking'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2gujd01_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5247266639866314436</id><published>2011-04-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:23:00.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>086 Come close</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm here, once again. Feeling really overwhelmed. This week's been filled with disappointments, that I had never once expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt it? All the weights on you. And nobody, or nothing would do to help lighten load. And the only way out is pretend you don't give a fuck? But the heart whispers, 'Why are acting this way, you care, don't you?' I don't want to feel this way.... Friends, Boyfriend, someday I'll lose them, or have I already lost them? And never realised it till now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who I've deemed to be best friends were never truly there.&lt;br /&gt;People I thought could be counted on, proved otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;People who say they understand, did the adverse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable, Josephine, stop hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5247266639866314436?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5247266639866314436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5247266639866314436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5247266639866314436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5247266639866314436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/04/086-come-close.html' title='086 Come close'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4675522630288945695</id><published>2011-04-05T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:17:50.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>085 You and I, you and I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/263138353.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJF3XCCKACR3QDMOA&amp;amp;Expires=1302006740&amp;amp;Signature=rtzdPHunGHlwz5RJsp2Cy5GC9xA%3D" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guyz, time now is 4:02am. I'm still on my bed with sister's bb bold, completely under the charm of the internet world. I need to get things done first thing in the morning, which is later. But apparently, I've no idea how I'm gonna get myself out of bed later when I will barely be getting suffice sleep. Gosh. So much things to do, so little sleep. I can forsee the migraine kicking in. :( Ok, I know I've horrendous self-discipline!! Proly, baby's gonna give me a lecture for not finish stuffs, making it in time to meet him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self note:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bring IC, Birth cert, Results slip (speaking of which I've no clue of its whereabouts)&lt;br /&gt;2) SGC at school/Photocopy&lt;br /&gt;3) Photobooth @ Adm for pictures. Omg so excited.&lt;br /&gt;4) Transitlink office @ amk/ get concession done.&lt;br /&gt;5) NYP for submission/lecture notes/ student card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS Babes: Plz drop by our grp page and vote for the dates. Those who has plan get the fuck out of it and those with a job, get yourself fired! :p I'm so mean. But school's starting for us, we will rarely have time for ourselves let alone each other. Only thing I wished for is that we still keep in close contact go out have fun once in awhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight you applepiez. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4675522630288945695?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4675522630288945695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4675522630288945695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4675522630288945695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4675522630288945695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/04/085.html' title='085 You and I, you and I.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2846679186619521925</id><published>2011-03-22T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:24:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>084 I want to wake up right where you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(145, 145, 145); font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(145, 145, 145); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(145, 145, 145); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(145, 145, 145); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2qvrzog.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(145, 145, 145); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(145, 145, 145); letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It’s when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It’s when you can joke around, let each other have piggy backs, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. It’s when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It’s when you’ll rather stay in to watch movies, eat junk food and cuddle, than go out all the time. It’s when you’ll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It’s when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexaye.tumblr.com/" style="cursor: url(http://www.freewebs.com/cbitwboxes/tiny.cur); color: rgb(172, 172, 172); text-decoration: none; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.5s; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease-out; -webkit-transition-delay: initial; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;sexaye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2846679186619521925?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2846679186619521925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2846679186619521925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2846679186619521925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2846679186619521925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/03/084-i-want-to-wake-up-right-where-you.html' title='084 I want to wake up right where you are'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2qvrzog_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7927859772195121916</id><published>2011-03-01T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:30:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>083 I had the best days with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183485_1736250819912_1647854581_1714576_5250716_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183983_1736251699934_1647854581_1714578_8386111_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182443_1736252219947_1647854581_1714579_4385765_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184390_1736252739960_1647854581_1714580_7642077_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184618_1736253139970_1647854581_1714581_119941_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185672_1736254980016_1647854581_1714586_3084156_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184774_1736255540030_1647854581_1714587_8146390_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183610_1736256060043_1647854581_1714589_2380834_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 February 2011, Best day out of the whole Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182228_1881055230272_1358041222_2947089_1247639_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tik and Tok, I unknowingly named myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182703_1881068030592_1358041222_2947132_3326825_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail! Dear~~ Gives me goosebumps when she calls me with such an affectionate name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181739_1881078630857_1358041222_2947169_4867944_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184231_1881081030917_1358041222_2947173_689857_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183887_1881057430327_1358041222_2947097_6995479_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kental Farmer and the Potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184793_1881066790561_1358041222_2947129_2484588_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my SUMOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184604_10150100571673432_647498431_6323615_3612693_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183550_10150100580783432_647498431_6323694_6348084_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183831_10150100578863432_647498431_6323672_270398_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182785_10150100582373432_647498431_6323720_6964249_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183556_10150100586303432_647498431_6323763_1619189_n.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the in line skating, lunch, being drenched in the rain, night cycling, bedok jetty, sunset to the 50 bucks 'limousine' ride home, I enjoyed every single detail of 24th. Everything falls so perfectly in place. NS, I'd had the best day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7927859772195121916?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7927859772195121916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7927859772195121916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7927859772195121916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7927859772195121916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/03/083-i-had-best-days-with-you.html' title='083 I had the best days with you'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6225980172921134350</id><published>2011-03-01T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:44:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>082 Carousels</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/n6qf5v.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've been in this grey seat for 7 hours already. Oh god, since I woke up. But nonetheless, my all time favourite - spending my whole day at home on the net, and I haven't been doing much of it for the past three months. And yes, I've finally gotten my gf2. Not of a big deal to you guys, but it's like one of my biggest dreams come true. Now she's safely operated into the head of Hello Kitty's. Heheheh. Muahs :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2u7q9tw.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll do an update for NS Outing/Wedding din asap in sequential orders.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;mml *pinky promise* &lt;/span&gt;So excited for tomorrow as well, meeting my PS Wong that idiotz who ditched me for her sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6225980172921134350?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6225980172921134350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6225980172921134350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6225980172921134350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6225980172921134350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2011/03/082-carousels.html' title='082 Carousels'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/n6qf5v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-9148916572115881969</id><published>2010-12-29T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:53:08.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>081 Play the odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2aiga2x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2jff7uv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 192px; height: 278px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2ljst28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/25aj38g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/143fj42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2ljjq86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/opahqx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/v4m52p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigging overdued pictures! Since, Mum brought home a new scanner so I had time to fiddle with it a little while! :O Missing my girls right now, I don't have to name them cause they're the usuals that stayed on in my life and never did backed out once. :) Working tomorrow, will continue deserting this site for a while, meanwhile I'll be feeding bits and pieces of my life on twitter ;) (twitter.com/SUMO_NG)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-9148916572115881969?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/9148916572115881969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=9148916572115881969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9148916572115881969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9148916572115881969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/12/081-play-odds.html' title='081 Play the odds'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2aiga2x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8781483859444227892</id><published>2010-12-10T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:42:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080 Hypophrenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/i36u00.jpg" height="480px" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself spending 4 years waiting and chasing after this holidays. Fuck, and you know what? This holidays just suck, materialism just screwed up every single shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8781483859444227892?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8781483859444227892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8781483859444227892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8781483859444227892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8781483859444227892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/12/080-hypophrenia.html' title='080 Hypophrenia'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/i36u00_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2611572858107362779</id><published>2010-11-27T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:21:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>079 You gave me so much to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155123_1725796708906_1358041222_2639314_8256643_n.jpg" width="248px" height="351px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155123_1725796708906_1358041222_2639314_8256643_n.jpg" width="248px" height="351px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend gave a challenge to his girlfriend to live a day without  him. No communications at all and said if she passed it, he'll love her  forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girlfriend agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She didn't text or call him the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Without knowing that her boyfriend has only 24 hours to live because he's suffering from cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She excitedly went to her boyfriend's house the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tears fall as she saw her boyfriend lying in the coffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With a note on the side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You did it baby, can you do it everyday? I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My answer would've been a 'No, never in my life can I do it again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2611572858107362779?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2611572858107362779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2611572858107362779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2611572858107362779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2611572858107362779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/11/079-you-gave-me-so-much-to-remember.html' title='079 You gave me so much to remember'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6010213049495721437</id><published>2010-11-19T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:08:45.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>078 The silence was too deafening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TOX3-oxHYiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VwCn4n8Medg/s1600/Picture%2B198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TOX3-oxHYiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VwCn4n8Medg/s400/Picture%2B198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541107572016636450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TOX3-bEhVvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9U9KRD5zGs4/s1600/Picture%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TOX3-bEhVvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9U9KRD5zGs4/s400/Picture%2B197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541107568339932914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the house now. Blog later! ;) And my feet hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6010213049495721437?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6010213049495721437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6010213049495721437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6010213049495721437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6010213049495721437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/11/078-silence-was-too-deafening.html' title='078 The silence was too deafening'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TOX3-oxHYiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VwCn4n8Medg/s72-c/Picture%2B198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-167325350162643610</id><published>2010-11-18T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:59:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>077 Nothing is broken, till you stop trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/w7bwp0.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to say I'm still alive and kicking. In your faces, haters. :) The bio clock is dead-fucked. I've been sleeping for more than 12 hours a day, instead of the usual 8 hours. Getting up in the afternoon, feeling like I'm  having a hangover. Needless to say I'm enjoying my holidays like hell yeah, even though I'm living in such an insaneous cycle. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-167325350162643610?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/167325350162643610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=167325350162643610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/167325350162643610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/167325350162643610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/11/077-nothing-is-broken-till-you-stop.html' title='077 Nothing is broken, till you stop trying'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/w7bwp0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8690047134604172771</id><published>2010-09-08T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:05:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>072 when you left, the stars died, lost its shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/23ifr03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;▌▌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Paused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(will leave this space abandoned for God knows how long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8690047134604172771?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8690047134604172771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8690047134604172771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8690047134604172771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8690047134604172771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/09/072-when-you-left-stars-died-lost-its.html' title='072 when you left, the stars died, lost its shine'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/23ifr03_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4234931024984677197</id><published>2010-08-10T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:06:44.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>071 Clouding up my mind</title><content type='html'>Met my babyp at around 5-ish, so hungry I could eat a horse! So we dined at Hot Tomato! The waitresses gave off the boring and unhappy looks as an impression. But they were so warm and genuine people! Hehehe. Two of them asked if we were sisters, f.yeah, we're soul sisters manzx! Yay, and that made our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/k2ldg9.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/psqxl.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/xl9k4x.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ahscg5.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/a3jna1.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/jijc7c.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got the wrong order for Babyp, see, the loner, have to watch me eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/o01201.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/nlr9ex.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/21ep7hx.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/1zqqxrt.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/4qojus.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2m6wf8p.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2429amu.jpg" width="300px" height="400px" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/359mucy.jpg" width="300px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/29gk3ec.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/3304w09.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/8zmwk7.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2u56iv8.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/ioqh5h.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/ranl0y.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/n5ovmw.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2qmg4l4.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/rc9clu.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2wrop49.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wasted our time away @bucks! Headed to GV at around 9.45 for Aftershock! Missed the last train home by that last few seconds. Had to bus to Yck and cab home from there. The bus ride to YCK was hell, I swear I could just get knocked out by inhaling the minah's perfume/malaybengs' cologne. All in all, I enjoyed the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day babyp. :D Love you much. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4234931024984677197?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4234931024984677197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4234931024984677197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4234931024984677197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4234931024984677197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/08/clouding-up-my-mind.html' title='071 Clouding up my mind'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/k2ldg9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1468955191000845217</id><published>2010-07-31T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:39:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>070 Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/2n2e79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The week felt like I've been popping overdosage of unhappy pills. Overwhelmed by all the extra lessons, I don't even have time for myself. So this week marks the start of extreme tension, no rest time, little time to get a breather, more mountaineous piles of work needed to be completed. I hate O' Levels, it feels like I've been robbed of my life, privileges and all the fun I could possibly enjoy. I want to get the 3 months over and done with. Immediately. But I'm not even 50% ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from all the exhaustion of bottling things up, no one has a damn clue how I feel right now or what's going on. I don't want to give up on the dream... but I have no idea how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1468955191000845217?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1468955191000845217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1468955191000845217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1468955191000845217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1468955191000845217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/07/070-letting-go.html' title='070 Letting go'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/2n2e79_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-3155013958456888568</id><published>2010-07-09T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:18:10.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>069 I know that I just need you like I've never done before</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4776715137_b30ed5d7bf_z.jpg" alt="DSCF5357" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Hello heartache, this second meeting came too soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;-cinematic sunrise, goodbye friendship hello heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4777198798_0f36fe110a.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4776545033_9724a02ae9.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4776574187_62691c9e6d.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4776558959_124da97815.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4777255572_5f3a96b3a1.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4777255566_ace8bf9823.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4777255558_e813fcac69.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4777255554_47602b1888.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4777255550_1056c2a857.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4777255578_245a4a7f75.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4776739131_a3ac68a29b.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4776730283_200f9233d1.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/4v1rma.jpg" width="248px" height="351px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/256tpv9.jpg" width="248px" height="351px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2z3sx8x.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/23l540.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/24vp4jd.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/bxvk6.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4777320926_5b57305d05.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/w1ws45.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4776671657_642fa95dfd.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4776681825_5634228ebc.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke my own regulations of not using the comp ever again (at least till the O's over), but who cares, I need some time to get a breather too right? Hehe. Bbygirls celebrated my b'day on Monday. Thanks a lot girls. :D It was a bad day please, getting stares from a spoilt brat on the train and having to be shouted at for taking up the nursing room for an hour. Hahahah, but I don't care, it was fun going through it with them around. :) I swear the heat feels like it was 100°C, like seriously. And MB is a boring place, unless we were to fly kites. Perspired and it wrecked my mood for shopping and enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Sunday with baby. Although it wasn't some fancy and grand one, but I enjoyed every little thing I did with him. Timezoned and we played Panic at the Museum and House of the dead. Omg, the thrill!! Hehehe. Yessssaaaa, thanks to b (and the little help of the girls), I got my fav bag, which apprently cost him a huge bomb. I'm expensive to please. :( Ltkw, I love you. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll never find another like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-3155013958456888568?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/3155013958456888568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=3155013958456888568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3155013958456888568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3155013958456888568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/07/069-i-know-that-i-just-need-you-like.html' title='069 I know that I just need you like I&apos;ve never done before'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4776715137_b30ed5d7bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1728825311141912349</id><published>2010-06-27T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:15:32.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>068 H is for Holy crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAUSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;twitter for updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1728825311141912349?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1728825311141912349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1728825311141912349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1728825311141912349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1728825311141912349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/06/068-h-is-for-holy-crap.html' title='068 H is for Holy crap'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5821087931032675294</id><published>2010-06-25T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:56:53.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>067 Burnt corsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/16hl2is.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/16hl2is.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I'm rly bored. I finished like 3/4 of my homework and I'm don't want to touch them anymore. Let's boycott holiday homeworks!! Cancelled plans for the flea cause it'll be stupid if theres only Tang and me going. Plus, Hooked on flea #4 isn't today. My bad! Hehehe. Instead, I'll be going tmr for Flea Titan IV! Hope Michelle and Abigail can join us or sth (Y)  K, heading out of the house for a haircut now. Bye my honeybunchs, cuppycake and sweetiepies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link below for Flea Titan's banner! ;) Wongps, text me once you see this k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TCSTOwCZQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/UD4_sSUpdOc/s1600/32486131149623578839100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TCSTOwCZQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/UD4_sSUpdOc/s400/32486131149623578839100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486672127666504626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5821087931032675294?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5821087931032675294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5821087931032675294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5821087931032675294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5821087931032675294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/06/067-burnt-corsets.html' title='067 Burnt corsets'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/16hl2is_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4871953497150843948</id><published>2010-06-23T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:01:29.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>066 With more caution and less emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqwe0u5GWF1qzz2moo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday vacation sucks. Have been going through much of the same old things these days, routined and mundane. I hate my own style of doing things, and that is - getting things done through the power of my emotional attachment. Argh and that explains how I can get never get things done without any motivation. Assignments are half-done. And the minute I get out my room, I 'd glance at the desktop and my mind will go, ' ON LA! ON LA! AWHILE ONLY!' and there goes the whole afternoon. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCLwCPpk84k/TA4oBKGtNQI/AAAAAAAAGKU/Kw4ETJEQMXQ/s400/HOF4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCLwCPpk84k/TA4oBKGtNQI/AAAAAAAAGKU/Kw4ETJEQMXQ/s400/HOF4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll spend the remaining five days of the holiday well!! So anyone wants to join me this Friday for the flea? Peishiwong? Ernteentang? Hehehehe. (smirks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/107sxl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/1znt08m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry, pfft. Cause they're not my nails. :'( I made the lacey thing for my sist! Argh.&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/1264202041523667491-4871953497150843948?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4871953497150843948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4871953497150843948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4871953497150843948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4871953497150843948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/06/066-with-more-caution-and-less-emotion.html' title='066 With more caution and less emotion'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCLwCPpk84k/TA4oBKGtNQI/AAAAAAAAGKU/Kw4ETJEQMXQ/s72-c/HOF4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4549661446162451178</id><published>2010-06-19T00:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:57:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>065 Its crazy how much room you took up in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3pdu275IF1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I want her hair length. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop having expectations, stop chasing the ghost of the past,  and things that are never going to happen, stop trying to find closure  for chapters that cannot be closed, that just aren’t meant to have a  happy ending, I need to stop wanting things to be a certain way, stop  wishing for a different situation and just let things be the way they  are. i need to stop thinking — thinking too much and feeling like I need  to hold on just a little bit longer as if it will make a difference, as  if it will change someone else’s feelings. I need to stop all these  things that end up consuming me, making a mess of me, so then maybe,  maybe I could finally be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy, how sometimes we try to make a fool out of ourselves by being so hopeful and the outcome just bring us down and we fall into this bottomless pit. Stop having expectations, stop having high hopes, but instead, expect the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from chalet. I miss home. :) Hehehe. But I kind of enjoyed the company of Michelle and Glonee. :D Anyway, I just recalled asking b why he always likes to finish the meat before the rice. He said something like, 'At least, when I feel bloated, I get to finish up the ingredient I like best.' Hahaa, adorable max. As for me, I'd always prefer finishing the rice first before the meat. I like enjoying my favourites at the very end. :D HAAHA, this explains the difference of size between me and b. Heheheh, b would flare up if he sees this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures under-the-cut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 351px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/d5k3k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hcd9u5iMzrw/TBsY27_v-KI/AAAAAAAAAfg/poif1vqeI2Q/s1600/IMG_0000003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed from @b-londekiss!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argh, I miss my girls. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4549661446162451178?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4549661446162451178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4549661446162451178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4549661446162451178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4549661446162451178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-crazy-how-much-room-you-took-up-in.html' title='065 Its crazy how much room you took up in my heart.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/d5k3k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6101803174584723918</id><published>2010-06-13T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:59:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>064 Promises that were so paperthin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2199bnc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw tinypic. I uploaded a lot more than these and the amount turn out to be so pathetic. These were crazily overdued - like during the May weekends? I think I've super awkward expressions. This week's intensive is like a slack only. I skipped two days of lessons. Woo. Hahaha. But I did some catch-up k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of intensive tomorrow, shiok. A week of rest and I'm giving up on social life and start my very own journey of being a nerd B-) Mugger ftw. Omg. WHO WAS I KIDDING WHEN I WAS SETTING SUCH UNREALISTIC GOALS?! A1s? Joke of the year please. I can't even get an A1 for now. Pathetic die me. :( I can only score repetitive C6s and struggle like a dying dog just to get a B3. Great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/jjw9s5.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/30m8lg1.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2ypi7gh.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/314z6nn.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/zluohc.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/neevlf.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/1rtbvq.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/16h5hr6.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2vtnoxs.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/11ryg3t.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2rxvhvd.jpg" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/291orqe.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/6y1w95.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/k068g9.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/o949s9.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2ldzybm.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/15zlhg0.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/28cj2mf.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/15x46rl.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/wvocbc.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/xbk4dt.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/6h40zt.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/abimf9.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2qsnvvc.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/10p3y54.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/29nfj0j.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2hfsawo.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I would rather die than to be part of them, I just want to be part of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6101803174584723918?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6101803174584723918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6101803174584723918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6101803174584723918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6101803174584723918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/05/promises-that-were-so-paperthin.html' title='064 Promises that were so paperthin'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2199bnc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7700938580763228987</id><published>2010-06-03T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:59:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>063 Sometimes the people you love are the hardest to hold on to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/11ryg3t.jpg" width="640px" height="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw @catslovestruck's blog, and I feel like updating all of a sudden. Hehehe. I remember having quite a lot of things to talk about and I don't remember a thing now. Recollecting them now. Hahah, anyway, I'll update the overdue photos, like donkey months ago, soon. We took too many of them, near to hundreds.. Dread waiting for them to complete uploading. You know how much I hate to wait. Hehehe, maybe you don't. My mom once told me I had a sour/black face as a resting face. Look like I'm throwing my temper meh? :( Its not I want also what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Amblyopia I've always give people the excuses to say that I'm rolling my eyes. And eventually I f. get misunderstood. Even if I did, its not deliberate.. :( Like a stupid only. :@ Gonna get my haircut, with my girls soooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TAeuRqmZ9TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ssG2HZRFjSM/s1600/DSCF4938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TAeuRqmZ9TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ssG2HZRFjSM/s400/DSCF4938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539090235880754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TAeuRer3XMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wJnOH3yvt78/s1600/DSCF4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/TAeuRer3XMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wJnOH3yvt78/s400/DSCF4924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539087037553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shows off my pretty bb* Is anyone using bbm? I haven't tried it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I miss my 张健伟! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7700938580763228987?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7700938580763228987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7700938580763228987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7700938580763228987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7700938580763228987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-people-you-love-are-hardest.html' title='063 Sometimes the people you love are the hardest to hold on to.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/11ryg3t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6168194527025017142</id><published>2010-05-23T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:44:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2kq9h8o8A1qbogn4o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKJkgawDfEk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKJkgawDfEk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="25"&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/1264202041523667491-6168194527025017142?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6168194527025017142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6168194527025017142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6168194527025017142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6168194527025017142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-3795951339363734019</id><published>2010-05-19T19:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:25:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB and White Choc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/S_PJtAaqRhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JnNAYKTwEEk/s1600/Picture+97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/S_PJtAaqRhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JnNAYKTwEEk/s400/Picture+97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472939747228403218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/S_PJslYLsRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wdl8UbTyYGg/s1600/Picture+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/S_PJslYLsRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wdl8UbTyYGg/s400/Picture+89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472939739970253074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck wishes, what I could really use now is some damn chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  Super glad that I still have some leftover white chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:  White chocolates are my favourite, what's yours?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-3795951339363734019?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/3795951339363734019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=3795951339363734019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3795951339363734019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3795951339363734019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/05/bb-and-white-choc.html' title='BB and White Choc'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/S_PJtAaqRhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JnNAYKTwEEk/s72-c/Picture+97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6567643133111747725</id><published>2010-05-07T17:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:50:03.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god for you, thank god for us.</title><content type='html'>Super fun day out with my girls. :) Bused to CA, it was a super long journey. Wasted a few hours of our time away. I had to put up with the dizzy spells on the bus too. :( I officially hate taking long bus rides. Settled in for Popeyes! Guilty pleasure~ Super lucky to get a seat at such hour. I think I took really pretty pics for Tang and Wong lo. Why no one takes nice pics for me lor. :( Ungrateful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/i5qkgx.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/33nwbht.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/20t2ypu.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2qi1a9y.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/24v368x.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/8wjz7l.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2r5gmkx.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/291dhr9.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/10rp91w.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/23ku8nc.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/rbllcp.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2mz9ms6.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2wg7kgh.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2uhakv5.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/4u994m.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2w5sydl.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1z2f91e.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/25tuusi.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1erwxf.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/14y4dut.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/eqw2yw.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/231q36.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2iveerd.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/30t6w0h.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2mi4pe.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/280jm6o.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/34hc4xs.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/zxppk.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/28vadz5.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/f4gpwm.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1q4vv5.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/xe4bk7.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/24dej5y.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/34xn79j.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/w709sh.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/mn0r43.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/35kvnlw.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2h69h7q.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1fx0xu.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/jj4m52.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/4hf7o3.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/nqppxu.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/rhjzhi.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/zxruhw.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2d85ezp.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked some distances and finally found a place at T3. Hehehe, we didn't complete much work (it was expected!) Besides that, we brought the wrong homework. Fail max. But I loike! Then halfway through, we left our bags at T3 and sky-trained to T2. Heheh, I wanted them to accompany me to T2 to get my shorts so we risked abandoning our bags without anyone to attend to it. Heheheheeeez. Spent a few hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was starving and our butts were aching. Lugged our bags and walked to Ya-kun for dinner! Then bused home again after a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheez, overall it was a blast. Laughed like mad when we tried taking photos of each other doing our business. It still makes me laugh v hard when I think of PS' shot~ Unglam no.1. Plus, it was super funny when we're imposing XXX in one of the pic!  Ok, love my bbgirls~ Mummy is super nice these few days. Hehehehe, she even asked me if I wanted an iPhone or BB. But with my mum's indecisive mind.. maybe, cross fingers, she might not get it for me. LOL. K Busy week ahead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 6th bb! :) (Y) eye-laugh-you! Thanks for sending me home almost everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6567643133111747725?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6567643133111747725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6567643133111747725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6567643133111747725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6567643133111747725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-fun-day-out-with-my-girls.html' title='Thank god for you, thank god for us.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/i5qkgx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7335521908546099281</id><published>2010-03-11T20:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:38:52.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of feeling not good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="entrytext" &gt;"I’m tired of changing myself for everyone else. No girl should have to feel too fat or skinny, smart or dumb, pretty or ugly. It’s not fair. I just want to be myself, and I want to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay, its Friday tmrw! Talked it out in the morning with that homo, and like what I've expected, he pushed the blame to the us, like always. Then, denies whatever he have said. No point whining and complaining,it always comes to the same ending - the Adults are always right, the younger ones are always in the wrong. At least, I've the great friends and classmates standing by. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/345ooau.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2j1nddd.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/jggvn9.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2e6ah42.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/15p0n0p.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33agi8k.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/67tth5.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2qsv0g1.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/dfv9r5.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/34t78ux.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/350tm5k.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2vi3sqd.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/ne9chy.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/mc7qma.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/6nv7lf.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7335521908546099281?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7335521908546099281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7335521908546099281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7335521908546099281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7335521908546099281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-of-feeling-not-good-enough.html' title='I&apos;m tired of feeling not good enough'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/345ooau_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5017173927555100572</id><published>2010-03-09T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:40:31.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23rohuf.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/k9xftf.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23rohuf.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="214px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy B'day Valerie! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look good in the undies we gave you ^^ Heheh.&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/1264202041523667491-5017173927555100572?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5017173927555100572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5017173927555100572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5017173927555100572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5017173927555100572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-bday.html' title='Happy B&apos;day!'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/23rohuf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5862162863398577348</id><published>2010-02-24T18:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:46:01.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School's been really hectic after the CNY. I haven't had enough of sleep  like 93291316587 days ago. More coursework plus more tests plus more  homework is equivalent to lack of sleep. On a lighter note, at least I  have that teenyweeny bit of online-time. Friday was like one of the  worst day of my life manzx. I thought it was bad enough being scolded,  but its not the end yet. After school I had to suffer craps like running  a 39.2 degrees fever, fml maximum. Snuggled up into bed for hours. (I  needed a getaway from the v bad headache/cold)Idk why I agreed to them  applying raw egg all over me. :( And I practically smell like an egg  since then and I can't seem to wash the stench off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2l8dnad.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/v7s41x.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/3hug0.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/sfweme.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/1zvud77.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2hhmvzq.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/jz9pgo.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/167s3n7.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/12692iq.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/12692iq.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2s0xtnn.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/9urxxg.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look below at your own risk~ Hehehe, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/10gwheh.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/vq6q9x.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/259wjkl.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2i91fgh.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/jqhjev.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/66ky3a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="320px" height="240px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5862162863398577348?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5862162863398577348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5862162863398577348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5862162863398577348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5862162863398577348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/02/shopping-mad.html' title='Cry me out'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2l8dnad_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8816511752844774796</id><published>2010-02-23T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:52:44.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a slave to my habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2i6pibs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this period of time where you wanted to share everything and anything you do, every little details of your life, but now you just don't feel good about it anymore. You realise you're not that perfect or amiable, you want to be someone new. You start to hate too much attention, because you're not that pretty afterall. You start having doubts about how you look and stuffs like that. I'm not comfortable with blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's quite okay, been dreaming about getting dslr(s). I want it bad. :( A few more piling up tests and the March Hols will commence. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to blog as much/as soon as possible with picts from Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8816511752844774796?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8816511752844774796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8816511752844774796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8816511752844774796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8816511752844774796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-slave-to-my-habit.html' title='Like a slave to my habit'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/2i6pibs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1471573689315870537</id><published>2010-02-04T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:52:20.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take good care of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/bfqbkx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Edit againz tomorrow. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy third month,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 62, 150);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 62, 150);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1471573689315870537?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1471573689315870537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1471573689315870537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1471573689315870537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1471573689315870537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-good-care-of-my-heart.html' title='Take good care of my heart'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/bfqbkx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8222483275572957149</id><published>2010-01-19T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:42:40.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2uy4oyc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;According to you, I'm stupid, I'm useless, I can't do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;According to you, I'm difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm a mess in a dress, can't show up on time, even if it would save my life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;According to him, I'm beautiful, incredible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;he can't get me out of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;According to him I'm funny, irresistible, everything he ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to say I won't be blogging anytime soon. (Y) I'm a busy_girl94! K, let the blog continue harvesting more cobwebs. I'm super depressed with the huge pile of hwk I have. :( Maybe I'll blog after the CNY! Hope all the relatives up my red-packets $, pleaseeeeee!  Up! Up! Up! Then, i MIGHT have enough to buy an iphone. (Y)(Y) iPhone user ftw!&lt;br /&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/1264202041523667491-8222483275572957149?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8222483275572957149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8222483275572957149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8222483275572957149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8222483275572957149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/01/according-to-you.html' title='According to you'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2uy4oyc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2188051717056037064</id><published>2010-01-07T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:18:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I know where to head to now, what course I want to pursue after the Os. I finally realised what I really really want after browsing all the poly webs. The egoistic part of me, just want to show you I can do it so much better than you in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're so pretentious and all. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not that kind of person everyone would enjoy being with, not that kind of person that would please everyone, and most of the times not amiable too. What is it that you're unhappy with? Why are you magnifying all my flaws and wrongdoings? Can't you smack it right in front of my face and say you don't like what I'm doing? Walked into my life, pretend you're true? You don't need me but why are you still around? All I want now, is for us to go separate ways. At least, I found out how you feel, if not I'd still be that idiot I once was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2188051717056037064?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2188051717056037064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2188051717056037064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2188051717056037064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2188051717056037064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4975538423562096673</id><published>2010-01-04T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:17:28.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me when I'm no longer needed, and I shall go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4120940713_deb781dd4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fall asleep, but I don't know why I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm so afraid of giving up halfway through, what if I lost motivation? I'm not sure how to get it back. I'm worried, getting all worked up by the minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4975538423562096673?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4975538423562096673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4975538423562096673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4975538423562096673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4975538423562096673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-when-im-no-longer-needed-and-i.html' title='Tell me when I&apos;m no longer needed, and I shall go.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4120940713_deb781dd4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4695029070409184742</id><published>2010-01-03T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:56:35.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a part-time lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2m69w7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/whe2xd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, we didn't discuss about doing it the same way leh, should be some telepathy thingy. Heheh.I'm gonna go to that loserific school tomorrow morning. What a dread. K. Off to sleep! Post about my won't-be-good-day tmr again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt; Monthsary (Y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the boyfriend :&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; eye-laugh-you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;See some days you would love me. Then you don't, then you do, then you won't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Then you're here, then you're gone, I'm alone. Its the last time I'm moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4695029070409184742?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4695029070409184742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4695029070409184742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4695029070409184742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4695029070409184742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-part-time-lover.html' title='I&apos;m just a part-time lover'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2m69w7b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4147893712346140507</id><published>2009-12-28T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:46:53.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count to three, pull the trigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/fkt9hk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like shit here, don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna visit the four-storey F21 @ 313 so much. But with such desperate situation I'm in, I guess I've to wait till the fifth come. Fifth's a happyday. Meeting the girls on Wednesday too. K, heading to SSC now. Aw, it looks like its raining. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4147893712346140507?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4147893712346140507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4147893712346140507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4147893712346140507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4147893712346140507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/count-to-three-pull-trigger.html' title='Count to three, pull the trigger'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/fkt9hk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8881488213850954313</id><published>2009-12-24T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:34:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to fall asleep and wake up knowing my heart is safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv2o1lYXsK1qaw43ko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like tying braids, cuz I don't know how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, hate it, am gonna spend both Christmas Eve &amp;amp; Christmas working my ass off. Sucker much. Heheheh, but the boyf got me Xmas present ystd! (Y)(Y)(Y) I kinda hate ystd, I feel so odd. Hate all the attention. Wonder how some beetches just enjoy overdosage of attention from people. _|_ You know how you can't say anything freely, its hard for me to do that. Anyhow, it ended happily. I like spreading butter on the bbq-ed meat hehehe, you know the sizzling sound? LOL Sounds hawt, omg. ;) Eye-miss-mai-girls. :( K, Clock's striking 3.30pm am gna work my ass off to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4494. When we were together, we fought because I was jealous of her. Now we're over, I'm still jealous when you talk about her but I cant show you that anymore. I got to pretend I dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(via myheartslistening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8881488213850954313?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8881488213850954313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8881488213850954313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8881488213850954313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8881488213850954313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-fall-asleep-and-wake-up.html' title='I want to fall asleep and wake up knowing my heart is safe'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7963055177161759526</id><published>2009-12-23T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:08:21.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src=" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MOEUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MOEUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuxrhiwkKi1qza6kro1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, this is some cutezshitz. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Gna go prepare nowz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7963055177161759526?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7963055177161759526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7963055177161759526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7963055177161759526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7963055177161759526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6350370179586783280</id><published>2009-12-22T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:40:01.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he said forever it meant a few months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2654) I hate to admit this, and I don't want to admit it. But it seems I'm missing you all over again. And there I was thinking I'm finally rid of you. Whoever's up there, help me please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(via sgsecrets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv07jhscWe1qza6kro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sometimes I wished we were back to how we used to be. We weren't at fault. We never were at fault. I've never blame you for what you did. But will we ever belong? No matter how it end up, let's give it another try? I've got so much to say but it'll surely end up like ranting some shitzxc. You're my mixture of unbearable and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: I have a cocked-up cca.&lt;/span&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/1264202041523667491-6350370179586783280?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6350370179586783280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6350370179586783280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6350370179586783280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6350370179586783280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-he-said-forever-it-meant-few.html' title='When he said forever it meant a few months'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8782072494806125648</id><published>2009-12-21T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:06:07.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns and Roses</title><content type='html'>I thought blogger autosaves?! :-( Doing it in point form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1)Off-day till' Wednezday! (Y) Been ages since I spent hours stalking famouz blogs.&lt;br /&gt;2) CCA sucks maximum, another few more to come. Screw your faces.&lt;br /&gt;3) Gna head out to buy some things, was wanting to go at 4/5 ended I dillydally and its 8pm now.&lt;br /&gt;4)*think hard, but forgotten what I wanted to write* SUPERJUNIOR'S CUTE! :-P&lt;br /&gt;5) I wna braid my hair before CNY starts.&lt;br /&gt;6) Can't wait for payday!&lt;br /&gt;7)I've a god-damn-it CPF account? (curse)&lt;br /&gt;8) I get headaches everytime I think about school. Suckitz.&lt;br /&gt;9)Bye, heading out now, I love it without the sun ^^&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/1264202041523667491-8782072494806125648?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8782072494806125648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8782072494806125648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8782072494806125648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8782072494806125648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/guns-and-roses.html' title='Guns and Roses'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2773171384052372065</id><published>2009-12-17T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:05:28.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like it to be forever</title><content type='html'>Aw, suck itz, the connection's slow maximum plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/j7rerl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2h3vexi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce enough? &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2nta3ig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/tan4v6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to go, but the comp is being such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super worried when I saw the boyf's keys in my bag. I was so afraid that he didn't go home that day cuz the stupidstuckeduppinzsxzxctmd locked his phone. Miraculously, bump into him! Hahaha, ite nothing I thought, happened. :b I guess I wouldn't dare to keep his keys for him already. Hehehe. Went to look for WPS and I completed some of the hwk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2773171384052372065?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2773171384052372065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2773171384052372065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2773171384052372065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2773171384052372065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-like-it-to-be-forever.html' title='I&apos;d like it to be forever'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/j7rerl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1633827303718657698</id><published>2009-12-16T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:58:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of your voice baby that's what saves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku8unvykYz1qzcdc7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;30minutes' over, I'm kind of worried. Are you home yet? or Aren't you home yet? On a lighter note, gonna go out with BestieP for some homework, uhm I mean&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; alot &lt;/span&gt;of hwk. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="entrytext"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I’m addicted to my own heartache. Sometimes I think it’s the only thing that I have that keeps me alive, that keeps me going, that once stemmed from a love so unbelievable, I have to keep believing. And I can’t stop chasing, chasing this ghost of the good thing we had, and I try to wrap my arms around it, hold tight, but it keeps slipping away, escaping, fading like the memories of us have been for years now. So I stare at our old photos with their creased corners that showed proof of what we once were, how happy we used to be, and how happy we could have been, again. But we’ll never know, will we? One day I’ll have to stop and realize it’s just never going to happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(via 52hearts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1633827303718657698?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1633827303718657698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1633827303718657698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1633827303718657698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1633827303718657698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/sound-of-your-voice-baby-thats-what.html' title='The sound of your voice baby that&apos;s what saves me'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-9145939836249049851</id><published>2009-12-12T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:25:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说过永远不分开，多假多假。</title><content type='html'>The lapt just have to shut down everytime I'm about to end the post. Bitch much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/12 was awesomezxc! ;) Not gna elaborate much. Go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catslovestruck&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sheena-loveyou-xoxo&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA. Did I mention that I finally accomplished my dream of doing sand art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2llhikh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/1221a1z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like pwettiezx only. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/jfdh8g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/ic8utx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/33lfmhg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/nf43si.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/34pm0b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/161ki8p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/4t3hb7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2mg5rfq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for work alr! byeeeee.&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/1264202041523667491-9145939836249049851?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/9145939836249049851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=9145939836249049851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9145939836249049851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/9145939836249049851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='说过永远不分开，多假多假。'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2llhikh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7134516892793300012</id><published>2009-12-05T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:03:22.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love how I can't keep my focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2hz6ddk.jpg" height="413" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you more than the fat kid love his chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the pic, I don't like picture-less post! ^^ I think work is fun + awesomezx! All the jokers in the kitchen really made everything so much better! :b Too bad, Peishi and Sheena can't get to join in and share the fun! Should really stop grumbling, cuz I received a huge mango from Mrchef. Tasty maximum! Ystd was my payday, today's might be the boyf's. HAHAHA! Payday makes people happy!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inserts huge wide smile! &lt;/span&gt;Although mine was pathetic. Anyway I kind of look forward to today's work! ;) Watched Mulan on the 3rd with the boyfriend! ;) Heheh, I thought it'd really nice, at least comparable to 2012 but turns out it wasn't. But afterall, quality time spent! (L)  Now I'm really worried about schoolwork, I haven't been looking through anything regarding school. Suck your toes people! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WELCOME BACK TO SINGAPORE TANGSHEENA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you ttm! Lets go out really, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1264202041523667491-7134516892793300012?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7134516892793300012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7134516892793300012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7134516892793300012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7134516892793300012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-how-i-cant-keep-my-focus.html' title='I love how I can&apos;t keep my focus'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2hz6ddk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5959492861244241953</id><published>2009-12-03T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:08:08.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(J) + (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; monthsary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to many more days, months, years to come.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;you maximum, Leon Teo Kian Wei! &lt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5959492861244241953?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5959492861244241953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5959492861244241953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5959492861244241953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5959492861244241953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-l.html' title='(J) + (L)'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6653107597968257580</id><published>2009-11-30T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:32:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I in tears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwmlmgLpX1qze4yoo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Earth.&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/1264202041523667491-6653107597968257580?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6653107597968257580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6653107597968257580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6653107597968257580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6653107597968257580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-am-i-in-tears.html' title='Why am I in tears?'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7835418654522753159</id><published>2009-11-30T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:34:08.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The party won't start till I walk in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krnvc3zCd81qzdjb6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time I'm feeling that a day is really too short. I wished there was 48hours a day. So I wouldn't have to rush to work. All the traveling's really time-killing. I'll spend 4hours a day just to travel from home to work, then work to home. But I'm working for the money!! Too bad BestieP can't join me for work, if not I'll get free rides home. Then work wouldn't be as boring. Won't be working for tomorrow! Hehe. Gna have more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself-time&lt;/span&gt;. Snuggling up in my bed watching dramas, like shiok maximum! Lol. Bye peepsxz. I miss Wongpeishi and Sheenatang. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi 2 the boyfriend, thanks for sending me home almost everyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;:heart: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7835418654522753159?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7835418654522753159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7835418654522753159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7835418654522753159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7835418654522753159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-wont-start-till-i-walk-in.html' title='The party won&apos;t start till I walk in'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5938384271789371976</id><published>2009-11-27T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:46:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12138_1275835980169_1358041222_1543162_5890050_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Sist and BitchP is back at SG!! Hahaha, my Sheena Tang just flew to Phillipines today. Hope you'll have fun there!! Gna head 2 work later on. The boyfriend is going to fetch me home after that. HAHA. Wish I was born rich. To all the rich people : SUCK MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Another pathetic month to School life. Argh, so fast! There's nothing much to talk about anyway, k baiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Am I demanding too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a fraction of your love, fills the air, and I'll fall in love with you all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5938384271789371976?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5938384271789371976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5938384271789371976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5938384271789371976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5938384271789371976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-spaces-between-my-fingers-are.html' title='Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2320517294757688055</id><published>2009-11-24T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:30:41.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all I can say is come closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/f1gmq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/wlekat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mizz my hair, had it snipped off. And it looks like bangs. Argh, angry. &gt;: Plus thr's interview tmr, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stressghurl@helpplz.com!&lt;/span&gt; Hope I make it through tomorrow. Bai 2 all the prettypeople! Off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2320517294757688055?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2320517294757688055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2320517294757688055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2320517294757688055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2320517294757688055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-all-i-can-say-is-come-closer.html' title='And all I can say is come closer'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/f1gmq8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2212355678214022774</id><published>2009-11-23T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:45:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the walls are closing on us</title><content type='html'>Heheheh, Hi Bestie Wong! I actually remembered to harvest your Farmville :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi, your my Honeybunch, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my sweetypie. You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for not keeping my blog up to date. Don't think its the best place to say what I really feel. Will update a few pics then head for some dinner and bathe! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(More pics @catslovestruck.)&lt;/span&gt; Aw, I rly miss her. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2010 and i think its really awesome what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/ifoa39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2dakles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/317ijxc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/28cq6ut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2s78brd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/27yrf2t.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/29kz9cm.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2ldkhfo.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/11j4wt4.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/atonki.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/oqbnmw.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; : Your my Honeybunch, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my sweetypie. You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye. And I love you so and want you to know that I'll always be right here And I love to sing sweet songs to you, because you are so dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2212355678214022774?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2212355678214022774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2212355678214022774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2212355678214022774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2212355678214022774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-walls-are-closing-on-us.html' title='Now the walls are closing on us'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/ifoa39_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4048008477915609597</id><published>2009-11-11T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:37:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my heart was a compass, you'd be north, I'll risk it all just to catch you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;放弃去猜你每一个反应， 去猜你是否变心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/sccspt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/lksch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2zqqucz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/250uj4h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/5br9qa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/xness1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2pyuazq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/qs771g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/20u1yeh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/wjx361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pile of text just got deleted, you whores. Happy now? Yes, I was having a bad-hair-day. Waited for Sheena Tang for 30mins, but at least I feel better after her treating me Milk Tea plus eating Mos when I'm starving badly. Ok. I'm exhausted, am going to bed soon. Goodnight.&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/1264202041523667491-4048008477915609597?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4048008477915609597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4048008477915609597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4048008477915609597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4048008477915609597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-my-heart-was-compass-youd-be-north.html' title='If my heart was a compass, you&apos;d be north, I&apos;ll risk it all just to catch you.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/sccspt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7470676591052490434</id><published>2009-11-09T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:39:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now all your love is wasted? Well then who the hell was I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/938814/tumblr_ksmx7uUgbb1qa9qmvo1_500_large.jpg?1257422330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/SgEASbauOqk37lp1y8ufY01yo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files3.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/365848_denimflowers_look.jpg?1257642958" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahamazingstyle.tumblr.com/"&gt;fuckyeahamazingstyle&lt;/a&gt;) — &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has the prettiest style i've ever seen on tumblr. Heheheh, chio maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting for my phone to be fully charged, hehe. Lessons sucks, holiday mood turned on. I wonder how I'm gna survive school for the next few days. Ate a little @Macs today, and along the way, I somehow, dropped my pencilcase and I didn't realise it. Lucky, this kind soul picked it up for me. Will be going to Bestie P's house tmrw, masks, stalking blogs and having fun. Stewpeed sist, she'll be going to Bangkok, and I'm not. Jealous shiatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;... and have no need of proving anything. _|_, I'm too selfish. &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7470676591052490434?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7470676591052490434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7470676591052490434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7470676591052490434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7470676591052490434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-now-all-your-love-is-wasted-well.html' title='And now all your love is wasted? Well then who the hell was I?'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2069935974212780740</id><published>2009-11-07T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:44:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a walking disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/whfwvp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/igixci.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/jfgdqv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2mzh62x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2zzlti1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/14sh02c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/i4o3u9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/169osc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2j3lcfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/rvaxwg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/ibfk79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/23hln9v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/3g6r4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/11w5vdd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/30hlc2p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2rny52u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2emmkxf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/icvfw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2lc9uep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/311nn29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/e6p209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2wpkmdh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2cfz52s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2rz8dqd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2a7j6uq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/11l2d7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2vkg2hk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/33w3228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/15eke0w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/rtoxg9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/23k86es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/ifzmvt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/675w1y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/117yb6g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ymajqe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/10zbqz7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ltjywg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ltjywg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ltjywg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/11vqhyb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/11kbe2t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/auf2iv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/vr31b4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peishi's &gt; Orchard Central &gt; Just Acia &gt; Plaza Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared @ PS' house. Hahahah, fun ttm. But ite we didn't get to do our masks. &gt;: &gt;: Must do it next time!! Love my hair, cus Sheena did them for me. Happie, no tangly and untidy hair. Trained to Somerset for Orchard Central, but ite we got cheated. OC was boring, so little souls around. Finally went down to the Restaurant me and Sheena eyed like damn long ago. Free flow of drinks and ice-cream. Hehhee, Peishi baby helped me with ice-cream. Touched &lt;': Lol. Cheap thrills! Was super full and headed down to Plaza Sing to have fun. HAHAHA, They were cheated by Etude House, the free door gift was a box of Cotton pads! Homed around 8 or 9.  Went outside PS again and talked. My cam died on me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, don't you think PS looks v Katy Perry-ish? Esp. her v pink lips. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared and went to look for ltkw&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;, hehe. Poker King @ 12.15. Lol. Show ended around 2plus. Walked home. Damn relieved I didn't watch Paranormal Activity, if not the walk home would surely scare me v badlyzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2069935974212780740?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2069935974212780740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2069935974212780740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2069935974212780740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2069935974212780740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-walking-disaster.html' title='I&apos;m a walking disaster'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/whfwvp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1310536989286165954</id><published>2009-11-06T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:20:02.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and over with your pretence play</title><content type='html'>Do you know karma would hit you back 2 times faster? (that's for criticizing my friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home, am going out later again. ^^ Today's a good day. Will update on today's trip in tomorrow's post. Be prepared for an over-dosage of pics. &lt;: &lt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove to you, you're not at all great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you've play an important role in my life? Now its all over. You messed them up, and it all went down the drain. You took my concerns, tore them apart. And actually assume I'm faking. Nice move. Have you ever thought you're the one in wrong? You'd always be in your own Point Of View, never giving yourself chances to understand how others feel.  Promised myself to be selfish, whatever shitz you've said will never ever affect me/ neither will i give two fucks about it. _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1310536989286165954?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1310536989286165954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1310536989286165954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1310536989286165954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1310536989286165954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/done-and-over-with-your-pretence-play.html' title='Done and over with your pretence play'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1456801041619550039</id><published>2009-11-04T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:42:21.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts would prefer if you left me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs51/i/2009/308/f/c/addiction_and_her_name_by_connieleeann.jpg" height="439" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oopsy daisy, I hurt you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; Crushed your heart in the palm of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you walk out baby i'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; Cos all i'll do is hurt you again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how easy I could get replaced, how easy it is to fall out of love. Screw the feelings. Nah, everything's ok. Had fun after lessons today with Sheena and Peishi. Hehe. Am a happie girl. Off 2 bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Edit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Argh, You should really get out of my life. &gt;:&lt;/span&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/1264202041523667491-1456801041619550039?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1456801041619550039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1456801041619550039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1456801041619550039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1456801041619550039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/hearts-would-prefer-if-you-left-me.html' title='Hearts would prefer if you left me alone'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8395794800845838134</id><published>2009-11-02T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:22:56.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many torn photographs I saw you taping back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/se9j78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't fall too deep, knowing you'd walk out of my life one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think of my Chanxl Ring, handmade by yours truly. Heheheh. I have nth to post actually. Baiiiiiz. Off to keep myself occupied. &lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8395794800845838134?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8395794800845838134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8395794800845838134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8395794800845838134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8395794800845838134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-many-torn-photographs-i-saw-you.html' title='How many torn photographs I saw you taping back'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/se9j78_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8880818035444001600</id><published>2009-10-31T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:14:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you're my miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a day is said and done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the middle of the night and youre fast asleep, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stay awake looking at your beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Telling myself im the luckiest man alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause so many times i was certain you was gonna walk out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why you take such a hold of me girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;When im still trying to get my act right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest song, a guy can sing to his girl. Heheh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Heading out now, baiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8880818035444001600?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8880818035444001600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8880818035444001600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8880818035444001600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8880818035444001600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-youre-my-miracle.html' title='Baby, you&apos;re my miracle'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7414335926270814803</id><published>2009-10-31T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:13:28.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/keazph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/73jfjs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/k4w7ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Commendation day, failed badly at taking pic of Val, haha, my cam's a slowpoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/zxsdh4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2u40ric.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2csf7ue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye fat face, Hi gigantic nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/1z1hcn5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/1553uoj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/15dutr5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/357mvx5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/1111k6f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ijjj12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/15odlcn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vcufly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/11l3al2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/1zwp01i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam effectsxz, chio ttm!! Heheh. Hearts to my bibicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Cathay &gt; Aston's Restaurant &gt; Sister's keeper &gt; Plaza Sing &gt; Homeeeee. Ate at Aston's, cheap but their serving size are omg huge. Headed off for the movie. My Sister's Keeper is a really nice show. It was actually inspired by one of Jodi Picoult's book. Heheh. After the show, we went to PS for some shopping. Am so much in luv with cheap thrills, hehe. Prettie $2 rings. Free O2 Mask. $5 shirt. Drives me crazy! ^^ Trained home and amazingly there's seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/sv3znr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/5vnj3p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bathe and will be hitting the sack afterwards. Nightz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7414335926270814803?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7414335926270814803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7414335926270814803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7414335926270814803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7414335926270814803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-compromise.html' title='You compromise'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/keazph_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8253092806834384507</id><published>2009-10-28T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:00:40.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loverboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/875537/tumblr_kqxcoaSbTi1qzbh48o1_500_large.jpg?1256090051" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cute to the max!! Have to check up my schedule for a slot to watch his movie.&lt;br /&gt;(Gives WDV sign! ^^)&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/1264202041523667491-8253092806834384507?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8253092806834384507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8253092806834384507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8253092806834384507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8253092806834384507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/loverboy.html' title='Loverboy'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-769294725533568271</id><published>2009-10-27T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:11:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what's on my heart without leaving scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1zwnrk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Hwk are piling up. Had fun today trying to trip people with the hose while Sheena was signing out. Hahah! First attempt was epic. Hehehe. Yidao and Lanrui had huge reactions, funny ttm. Headed to Mc for some icecream, explains the bad sore throat I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised how my little playful act ended with causing people to be upset. Blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to school later for the pointless talk. So much trouble just to get a glance on the report book? but nvm I'll get to see x later on. &lt;: (Huge smiley face) Damn, gonna miss my fav show againz. Anyway, is my sidebar at the bottom or on the side? Commentz! Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-769294725533568271?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/769294725533568271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=769294725533568271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/769294725533568271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/769294725533568271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-whats-on-my-heart-without-leaving.html' title='Say what&apos;s on my heart without leaving scars'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/1zwnrk5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4228534055059856496</id><published>2009-10-25T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:58:31.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing seems to change how I love you</title><content type='html'>Why does it hurt when you seem so disinterested?&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/fjzqz9.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/14t0dqc.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2vslr1t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/5wmhwo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy bought a new cameraaz, happy ttm! Didn't wna attend cca from 4-6pm, suckish timingz so skipped schl instead. Head to Sentosa &amp;amp; stayed over at the Resort for a night. The next day, we went swimming and now i've got cool tan lines. Checked out and went to Rachel's house to see Zaizai, super cutez maltese. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4228534055059856496?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4228534055059856496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4228534055059856496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4228534055059856496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4228534055059856496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-seems-to-change-how-i-love-you.html' title='Nothing seems to change how I love you'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/fjzqz9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2798925984857659464</id><published>2009-10-22T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:12:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/314887n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;要搬过几个地方, 换几个伴, 才到对的人身旁 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happiesxz with life right now, blogging bug's missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2798925984857659464?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2798925984857659464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2798925984857659464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2798925984857659464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2798925984857659464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-you.html' title='Over you'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/314887n_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-2611665271934450927</id><published>2009-10-17T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:14:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I fell too deep to return back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/1zp2vkh.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/dqkti9.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper uber bored ttm right now. The only thing I did that was eventful was blinging my phone! And soon enough I've to prepare for the Banquet at Sheraton. Arghhhhhhhhh, i really dread going. But mum will nvr allow me to do that. Inserts a million sad faces!! Meeting all the relatives = a chore. Going around with a smile, so not me plz. Don't think I'll enjoy it. Coming back with my fatfat tummy lor, eat die me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in love cute ribbonsxz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-2611665271934450927?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/2611665271934450927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=2611665271934450927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2611665271934450927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/2611665271934450927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-i-fell-too-deep-to-return-back.html' title='Guess I fell too deep to return back.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/1zp2vkh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5331742964144145754</id><published>2009-10-16T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:17:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid washed leggings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SthH9EQ4eEI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmrLv-PfY7c/s1600-h/243800996_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393139668218312770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SthH9EQ4eEI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmrLv-PfY7c/s400/243800996_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acid-washed leggings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In both purple and the color above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$12&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/1264202041523667491-5331742964144145754?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5331742964144145754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5331742964144145754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5331742964144145754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5331742964144145754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/acid-washed-leggings.html' title='Acid washed leggings'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SthH9EQ4eEI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmrLv-PfY7c/s72-c/243800996_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1797961062972431678</id><published>2009-10-14T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:07:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it out so it can breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392378199108678194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/StWTZuxu8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5PVHj5a_238/s400/DSC00596+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Shakira's Shewolf is damn catchy. Especially luv how she howls!! (ow-ooooo..) h3h3h3x. I failed my Maths so miserably. 2X over a hundred. But I'm still really satisfied with my other subjects. Attending tuition from the 2mth vacation onwards? Hope its really not too late. Today was as fun. Teased Bob a little, he still owe me and Val an ice-cream each!! Lessons ended at 1.30pm today, happiesxz. Am gonna try out Pet Society's cash hack to see if it works. Baibai sweethearts and honeypiesxz. (L) and (K)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1797961062972431678?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1797961062972431678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1797961062972431678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1797961062972431678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1797961062972431678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-out-so-it-can-breathe.html' title='Let it out so it can breathe'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/StWTZuxu8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5PVHj5a_238/s72-c/DSC00596+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1905930771716503279</id><published>2009-10-12T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:49:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you so bad, this is my biggest wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/qwy5bk.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Failed my physics ever so miserably. Others were okay. But today wasn't a good day ey. During EL feedback thing at the Hall, a constipating bird was above me so it was shitting and it happens a few drops was on me, Val and BestieWong. Lol. Bestiew said it smells. Plus it was white, so we assumed it was birdie-shitz!! Argh. Unlucky.. Then after chem lessons we were sharing candies in the middle of the small road near the minimart. Then this 2 black guys were driving this white truck then they sounded their horn at us. At first we're shocked but they didn't even try to stop their vehicle, while laughing at our reactions. -.- screw themsxz!! But we laugh it off ite, hehe. Okayz, i'll get back to Pet Society. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1905930771716503279?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1905930771716503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1905930771716503279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1905930771716503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1905930771716503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-you-so-bad-this-is-my-biggest.html' title='I want you so bad, this is my biggest wish'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/qwy5bk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-6515288725069454885</id><published>2009-10-10T21:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:43:39.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to selfish just for this once</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/eukaj6.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, another (kind of) fruitful day. Except that the heat was unbearable. Had our lunch at Bugis Junction, then walked to Haji. Sweating like zomg, lol. We walked till our feets were sore then headed to Iluma, for movie and cam. Had over an hour to wait for the movie to start, explains the large amount of photos taken. The movie was ok, i love the ending. Sis spine/back isn't getting any where better, made me realise how important I've to stop the disgusting hunching. But let me now deal with my bad headache, argh. More pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisheros &gt; Yoshinoya &gt; Yami Yoghurt &gt; Haji Lane &gt; 500days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/mbgyf9.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite! (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/10qxbpi.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2qn77sx.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2qbyrgi.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ywzpdl.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2a792yt.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16gd1di.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/10qmmhu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/ab778h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2pzw9r6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/vigmlt.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2rwtdmc.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/f3ztpi.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2e0sl77.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2h80ln9.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2ptnqxk.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/nmyrdg.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/4fv0pj.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/cl1sx.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/bhkojr.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2zp4mkz.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/oidift.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2utjby9.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/cl1sx.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/or8e0z.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/28809og.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2q1rz21.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/106f3wg.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2merdkk.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2u8dw1k.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/zisht0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2hhqfpv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2zyxtgh.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2j5gmzd.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/qwy5bk.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2la7f43.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/343m89g.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/bi84d4.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/a3k2yw.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2hwe8vq.jpg" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okai, that's all, bai hotstuff. I'll crash to bed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-6515288725069454885?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/6515288725069454885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=6515288725069454885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6515288725069454885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/6515288725069454885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-like-to-selfish-just-for-this-once.html' title='I&apos;d like to selfish just for this once'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/eukaj6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-7629404013070504270</id><published>2009-10-07T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:19:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sleep with windows open, in case you come walking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2iuz4t4.jpg" width="480" height="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/5juvww.jpg" width="480" height="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. End-of-exams, can't wait for all the fun I'm gon' have!! Both Thursday and Friday will be a holiday for me. Damn shiock. ^^ Anyway, had my Hotcakesxz Happy Meal for breakfast with Sheena &amp;amp; Peishi. I got HAWTGIRL as my happy meal toyz. Heheheh, as hot as me!! Hahahaha!! K, kidding, its Hawkgirl. lololol. Didn't get to play GunZ today cus of my lousy laptop. &gt;: Ok nvm, looking forward to shopping tmr!! Bai lovablesxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So what if I say it, it wouldn't even mean a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;thing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; shit to you, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-7629404013070504270?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/7629404013070504270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=7629404013070504270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7629404013070504270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/7629404013070504270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-sleep-with-windows-open-in-case-you.html' title='I sleep with windows open, in case you come walking in'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2iuz4t4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-504991250127275047</id><published>2009-10-05T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:54:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope says I'm falling for you today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqww9gRf0P1qzcso1o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heeeeeeyy, what's wrong with the connection.. It takes so long to complete loading just this page manzsx. Not going to waste my time to revise maths.. ite i'm still gonna get a F for it. I'll spend my time after this to study my Physics. Physics is a braincells-killing subject. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must watch tv at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;(The HK boys, AHHHH!!  damn cutez. hehe.) bai luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-504991250127275047?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/504991250127275047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=504991250127275047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/504991250127275047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/504991250127275047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-horoscope-says-im-falling-for-you.html' title='My horoscope says I&apos;m falling for you today.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-1166490770772646896</id><published>2009-10-04T17:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:19:30.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the kind of guy that I'd be stupid to trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsiELfa9x4I/AAAAAAAAACs/nwgbjEztSnw/s1600-h/DSC00163-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsiELfa9x4I/AAAAAAAAACs/nwgbjEztSnw/s400/DSC00163-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388702287096825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish this up before this laptop die on me, its all the school's comp fault, they have heaps of viruses, many different variety some more, yucks. Now my lapt is infected. &gt;: Anyway, I also have to be back mugging. Taking too much rest = haven't start on Phy/Maths. Blame it on all the distractions (tsk). Hahahaha, ugly post. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-1166490770772646896?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/1166490770772646896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=1166490770772646896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1166490770772646896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/1166490770772646896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-kind-of-guy-that-id-be-stupid-to.html' title='You&apos;re the kind of guy that I&apos;d be stupid to trust'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsiELfa9x4I/AAAAAAAAACs/nwgbjEztSnw/s72-c/DSC00163-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-8059959161024861233</id><published>2009-10-02T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:04:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's wrong with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://5.media.tumblr.com/mLSRsDBUGq9a6zetd8pFPTAco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/mLSRsDBUGq9a6zetd8pFPTAco1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm not trying to complicate things, but this game you got playing with my heart is finally ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can beg, you can plead, you can bleed, Imma leave. Imma leave, 'cause you made it like that. I hit the door but I stopped in my tracks. Love, love, brought me right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my new Love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(135, 206, 250);"&gt;Bleed - Jesse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.vincentcheung.ca/jsencryption/jsencryption.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div id="A62TlnaH" title="U2FsdGVkX1/FHiM20ThdA4gg0DjEYyrpc8XeeEsoTLU29PtR5/b2hpstyAq+a68VvMDRojhVhJWR4lPnFEN3L/JRmTa8xWqLLbjnPSADmu+Y+1ATLitqWMjpV4/3UK8EgW1LzzyMNi5CwzKsaLY4VRGhxT5VT1imtdKbREVd3A9HksQ3xs1pUHmqV9bLjpS5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('A62TlnaH')"&gt;XXX's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-8059959161024861233?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/8059959161024861233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=8059959161024861233&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8059959161024861233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/8059959161024861233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong with me'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-5128827276317964013</id><published>2009-09-30T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:37:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to stay on, too in love to let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsMmZpAdE-I/AAAAAAAAACU/paz4ZuLnRFQ/s1600-h/3933483222_8daaf0dc1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsMmZpAdE-I/AAAAAAAAACU/paz4ZuLnRFQ/s400/3933483222_8daaf0dc1e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387191801211589602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought I've forgotten 'bout my password to blogger, but I just typed in caps. Okayz, 6 more papers!! Can't wait!! Okay baiz. I have nothing to post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note2self- Evaluation, Corrections, Photocopy Notes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase2 of exams is here, all the major and heavy ones. -sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-5128827276317964013?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/5128827276317964013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=5128827276317964013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5128827276317964013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/5128827276317964013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-ive-forgotten-bout-my.html' title='Too tired to stay on, too in love to let go'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsMmZpAdE-I/AAAAAAAAACU/paz4ZuLnRFQ/s72-c/3933483222_8daaf0dc1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-3402522860815753668</id><published>2009-09-28T18:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:49:59.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid to listen cause I'm scared to hear my heart falling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsCbmF6aViI/AAAAAAAAACM/ut2wPT-zdyU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpqd3o6w9N1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsCbmF6aViI/AAAAAAAAACM/ut2wPT-zdyU/s400/tumblr_kpqd3o6w9N1qza6kro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386476233059620386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone knows where to get chio rings and necklaces? (sad face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio is such a sucker plz. Eff-ed up slow connection!! Argh. CTI!! (tsk) Just had dinner and I planted myself on this chair. Lol, that's bad huh, stoopid netaddiction i've. But I'm left with last two factor for Consequences of Conflict in NI, smart am i? heh. Ok back to some serious mugging then to Chem hwk. Sorry for all the pictures, knw you all miss my pretty face &gt;: 2dles. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-3402522860815753668?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/3402522860815753668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=3402522860815753668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3402522860815753668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3402522860815753668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-afraid-to-listen-cause-im-scared-to.html' title='I&apos;m afraid to listen cause I&apos;m scared to hear my heart falling for you'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SsCbmF6aViI/AAAAAAAAACM/ut2wPT-zdyU/s72-c/tumblr_kpqd3o6w9N1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-3912371378700863465</id><published>2009-09-27T12:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:07:25.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like that one out of a million lovesongs that blows me away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr8G5girxdI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4d3F25DwM0/s1600-h/tumblr_kq22se6fQ81qzjksao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr8G5girxdI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4d3F25DwM0/s400/tumblr_kq22se6fQ81qzjksao1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386031264416122322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you? Why'd you turn away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the constant changes, am gonna stay put 'ere. Promise. &lt;: I'm posting so I can fill this empty space up. I find it stupid how I chose food over studies h3h3h3x. Buffet yesterday at United Sq, initially we're suppose to be at Fullerton for one night to watch the F1 race!! But all the rooms are fully booked. But nvm, still enjoyed their delicious jap food, chocolate fodue and fruit juices in test tubes!! So anywayz, I gna head to Pet Society then promise to mug at 2.15pm!! Yay!! baiz.    &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr783Yz2HcI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ff2Cdpx72c/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr783Yz2HcI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ff2Cdpx72c/s400/DSC00863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386020232864603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;dfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr783-ZWPGI/AAAAAAAAABM/4gm6QlZjF6k/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr783-ZWPGI/AAAAAAAAABM/4gm6QlZjF6k/s400/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386020242954009698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes!! Imagine me with shopping bags in my hands and having fun during the holidays. Hawt. hehz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-3912371378700863465?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/3912371378700863465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=3912371378700863465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3912371378700863465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/3912371378700863465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-like-that-one-of-million.html' title='You&apos;re like that one out of a million lovesongs that blows me away.'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/Sr8G5girxdI/AAAAAAAAABc/N4d3F25DwM0/s72-c/tumblr_kq22se6fQ81qzjksao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264202041523667491.post-4460058448511627285</id><published>2009-09-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:03:57.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he said 'forever'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SrzXZGhZsVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-EHor1wE_Fg/s1600-h/tumblr_kppl8iOQcj1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SrzXZGhZsVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-EHor1wE_Fg/s400/tumblr_kppl8iOQcj1qza6kro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385416080675680594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up and flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiz all, sorry for all the troubles. &gt;: Took out some time to cr8 this, hehez. Chinese and Social Studies' Paper soonsoon. Today's execution = bad. Why I so tortoise!! I wna get distinction for Social Studies and MT paper!! baiz. Promise to upd8 again soon. &lt;: Wlao, I think I damn smart, I know how to cr8 'After the jump' Yay!! smartiepants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264202041523667491-4460058448511627285?l=lipsrunred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/feeds/4460058448511627285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264202041523667491&amp;postID=4460058448511627285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4460058448511627285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264202041523667491/posts/default/4460058448511627285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsrunred.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-said-forever.html' title='he said &apos;forever&apos;'/><author><name>Josephine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13827398408418214193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Of8J-zJn5ZE/TiFxjVHp3jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LALHLWfOcEg/s220/P1040028%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEqpcfmGDH4/SrzXZGhZsVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-EHor1wE_Fg/s72-c/tumblr_kppl8iOQcj1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
