<?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-36400856</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:42:37.357+08:00</updated><category term='CHINATOWN'/><title type='text'>sugar-high</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-3341534498265283324</id><published>2007-03-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:05:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://xanga.com/the_perfectstorm"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-3341534498265283324?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3341534498265283324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3341534498265283324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-9189222088821678128</id><published>2007-03-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:32:50.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wish you were here :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellothere :D&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was this girl called isabel. She made a coolios friend called Priscilla :D Priscilla is a really nice girl. &lt;strong&gt;"Ya right"&lt;/strong&gt; So one fine day! Pinkoverload added candystore on msn &amp; they started talking so much. Isabel tells her that she's really bored. So we made this secret plan &amp;amp; decided to blog for each other. Hurr, okay shall stop. iI'm talking rubbish! Anyway, i'm here to blog so i'll made this post a really long one. I bet it will be longer than you one you're gonna blog for me okay! :D Isabel is really bored online &amp; i think maybe cause ______ isnt online! Hurr, but she doesnt wanna admit. So ya, maybe its not true. Whatever! Haha. Life is so sad, we can just kill ourselves. Seriously! Dont you think so! &lt;strong&gt;Let's just take a first class aeroplane &amp;amp; fly as high as we can then jump down&lt;/strong&gt;. How cool will that be ya! Ha. Oh maybe not, cause that will be committing sucide &amp; God wont be happy with us. Maybe we should just fly as high as wecan then reach heaven, MAYBE? Ha, i bet isabel has this "WHATEVER expression" :/:l &gt;: :[ :( :O :X :S on her face cause i'm talking quite alot of rubbish here :/ HAHA. Anyway, we had church today! :D I seriously like SERIOUSLY felt i was in &lt;strong&gt;sentosa &lt;/strong&gt;(innerjoke) Hahaha, seriously mannnn. It was quite :/ I bet isabel felt like she was walking beside a _______! :D:D:D:D Hahaha, okay its not suppose to be understandable. So dont bother figuring out what is it! Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Dcg class was cool&lt;/strong&gt;. We talked about alot of ghost stories. &amp;amp; i got so freaked out cause isabel looks exactly like the ghost i was talking. Hahaha. Went banmain for lunch :D But the standard of the banmain dropped D: I didnt like the noodles we ordered! It was suppose to be yummy! :( Its quite sad cause ginza plaza closed already, so the only place we can head now is the market beside banmain. I seriously felt like a total pig D: I ate banmain plus plus plus :( HURR, &lt;strong&gt;DAY BY DAY. PRISCILLA GROWS FATTER :(&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, its sad cause isabel wont be going to church next week. So i suppose i wont be able to see her for quite long! We will miss you! Train hard for gym ya! :D I'm sure your ankle will be all right by then, &amp;amp; you will rock on mannnnnn :D Please tell me i'm really really nice. Cause i know that :D Haha WHATEVER MANN! All right, you know this the longest post i ever blog before! So you should be REALLY H-A-P-P-Y ya! :D Loveeessss youuuu loaddsssss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see what isabel had blog, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.squishyheart-.blogspot.com"&gt;www.squishyheart-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :D See you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-9189222088821678128?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/9189222088821678128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/9189222088821678128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellothere-d-one-day-there-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-4993615717905327327</id><published>2007-03-16T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:05:05.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I've given alot of thought to,&lt;br /&gt;The nights we used to have,&lt;br /&gt;The days have come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;Our lives went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I, dont know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Will you sleep tonight?,&lt;br /&gt;Or will you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I shake this off,&lt;br /&gt;Pretend its all okay?&lt;br /&gt;That there's someone out there who feels just like me...&lt;br /&gt;There is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those notes you wrote me,&lt;br /&gt;I've kept them all.&lt;br /&gt;I've given alot of thought,&lt;br /&gt;On how to write you back this fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every single letter,&lt;br /&gt;In every single word,&lt;br /&gt;There will be a hidden message&lt;br /&gt;About a boy that loves a girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I, dont know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Will you sleep tonight?,&lt;br /&gt;Or will you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I shake this off,&lt;br /&gt;Pretend its all okay?&lt;br /&gt;That there's someone out there who feels just like me...&lt;br /&gt;There is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this song's really nice. thanks timbo the himbo!&lt;br /&gt;ok back to work. julie and i are productive with a capital P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-4993615717905327327?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4993615717905327327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4993615717905327327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-given-alot-of-thought-to-nights-we_16.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1101468946127480542</id><published>2007-03-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:39:02.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_ghost/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" alt="gURL.com" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,14926,605702_708557,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handwriting personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gURL.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_708382-1,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_write_stuff/blog/blog_sensitive.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handwriting style is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensitive scripter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your handwriting reveals you as a thoughtful, intellectual type who avoids fake people and places where there's lots of noise and crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_708382-1,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1858;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1858;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,14926,605702_708557,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Chandwriting" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your handwriting say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_ghost/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" alt="gURL.com" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,668993,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a fashion designer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gURL.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_668992-3,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_fashiondesigner/blog/blog_marcjacobs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would design like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of dazzling design ideas and controlled-chaos layering, you're probably the girl that friends want to dress them for a date. From what we hear, your inner fashion designer screams fancy-pants cool like celeb-fave Marc Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_668992-3,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1858;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1858;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,668993,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cfashiondesigner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which fashion designer are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_star/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" alt="gURL.com" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,681937,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If You Were a Star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gURL.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_681833-4,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_star/blog/blockbuster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#678bb2;"&gt;blockbuster bigshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "subtle" is probably not a part of your vocabulary. As a Blockbuster Bigshot you're used to doing everything on a larger-than-life scale, whether it's the names of the fellow actors joining you on the marquee (big) or the ultra-flashy special effects (bigger)... &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_681833-4,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007aa2;"&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,681937,00.html?par=gu%7Cblog%7Cstar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007aa2;"&gt;Which star are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" border="0" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" bgcolor="#000000" height="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaah these quizzes are such rubbish but they're so fun to do.so anyway i finally got down to doing some homework today. FINALLY! so i spent likeee a very distracted 3 hours after i woke up doing work. ya that worked out liek so well. all i did was like 2 geog tys questions. hahaha. likeee whoopsies? so after that shared a cab with avery down to gym and i did like (minus stretching and talking) 2 hours of conditioning. wow i died. lyd was my conditioning buddy today. haha because her shoulders are injured. so together we make one full person! wow.it was pretty fun though. i did handstand holds while she did stairs and we were just shouting to each other.up and down the stairs. rachel's pretty cool. she can do flips and stuff without warming up or anything. like after so long. today she did free cartwheels. omg. coool. and last time she did backtucks on the low beam. totally cool. yes ok. my arms are starting to get really tiring. freaking conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1101468946127480542?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1101468946127480542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1101468946127480542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-took-handwriting-personality-quiz-on.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-4383039300864196315</id><published>2007-03-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:15:59.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=500 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_humor/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,652292,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;What's So Funny?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_652224-5,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_humor/blog/slapstick.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sense of humor is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;Slapstick&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Do you have to stifle a laugh every time someone drops their cafeteria tray? If so, then you're probably a fan of slapstick comedy. Slapstick (a.k.a. physical humor) can be enjoyed by everyone, regardless of education, &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_652224-5,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#3E8A01&gt;Read more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,652292,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#3E8A01&gt;What is your sense of humor?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&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/36400856-4383039300864196315?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4383039300864196315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4383039300864196315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-took-whats-so-funny-quiz-on-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1349249667284166089</id><published>2007-03-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:17:34.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE. today i wanted to go for starbucks with yvonne! but i cant because im like confined to my house for likeee the rest of my life maybe. so lizz came over after i woke up to watch some charmed. we were such pigs seriously. watched like 5 episodes? and we ate a hell lot of food. and she brought me hersheys to cheer me up (: yay. zzie, you rock. ALLS WE HAVE TO DO... hehehe.ok inside joke.haha tmr is HOMEWORK DAY! or at least i will try.&lt;br /&gt;this is rachel:&lt;br /&gt;izzie dont go shopping because i know you will.stay at home but dont keep eating so many sweets because i know you will.and you'll be 20 stone when you get back to train&lt;br /&gt;me:im having alot of fun watching greys anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;rachel:ok great.i'll book physio for you.&lt;br /&gt;(ten minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;me: greys anatomy is getting rather boring&lt;br /&gt;rachel: go do some pushups.&lt;br /&gt;yea. sure. i do not know what im going to do at home for the rest of my life.but oh well. i cant wait to see yvonne on wednesday! i miss you!! i miss the rest of the sex too. omg we should just like. be each others neighbours. ok going to watch desperate housewives soon.farewell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1349249667284166089?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1349249667284166089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1349249667284166089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-there_12.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2543460156139076089</id><published>2007-03-11T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:02:24.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a much happier person now (: ok so yea yesterday went down to the gym to do score thingies! ended up playing with like maya avery yana and ank.yana freaking shot aloe vera all over my shirt through her straw.it was so gross.and today went to church. and prayer meeting. prayer meeting is cool! and then went for lunch with lala and suyen at ban mian :D it rocks. i got lala hooked on it. she always wanted to eat sakura last time but now its always ban mian ban mian ban mian.anyway yea after that i went to the gym again because level 5,6,and 7s were competing. they did good :D yana's beam was so funny. she started on the wrong end of the beam. omgg. haha she had to make up this whole line of stuff to get to the correct side of the beam to dismount. i was like.. whattt is yana doing.it was hilarious. but she covered up pretty well. yea i was having fun at the floor table and the judge was really nice. well, it was fun anyways. i can kind of run! hehehe. ok ya right. its like my left leg is running but the right leg is .. tapping the ground. haha! rachel was like i would hardly call that a run. and i think i almost killed lyd just now because we went to get juice and i was like oh slow down! so she didnt want to walk slow she just piggybacked me. haha.and omgg i love little jordan. she is so cute and tiny but so so crazy. ok yes. ice cream time. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2543460156139076089?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2543460156139076089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2543460156139076089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-much-happier-person-now-ok-so-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-7337423389761771762</id><published>2007-03-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:39:28.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate life.&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i have a bitch of a school coach&lt;br /&gt;i hate how my ankle is so ugly bruised and swollen&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i wont be able to compete tomorrow when the competition's at prime itself&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i cant walk or run&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i probably wont be able to compete in manila&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i wont be able to train&lt;br /&gt;i hate training at school&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i'm so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;we should all just fall into a black hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-7337423389761771762?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/7337423389761771762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/7337423389761771762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-life.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2664566897591405187</id><published>2007-03-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:38:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks everyone who made me happier and cheered me up (: since im pretty sure i cant compete on sunday, im gonna go be a score flasher on both days! hehe.but yea. i really want to compete):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2664566897591405187?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2664566897591405187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2664566897591405187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-everyone-who-made-me-happier-and.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-3310056120794765689</id><published>2007-03-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:22:50.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;where disappointment and regret collide&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been the most painful day of my life. literally. well everything was fine during school. being happy over the last day of school and stuff :D but no. we have training. yes thats when mr lim decides to be the usual bitch that he is, making us do skills we totally dont require and my ankle was kinda weird from my fall from beam last night. yes i slipped on dismount and landed on my back. so i dont do connect 2 layouts to backtucks because i know something's going to happen to me. so he starts getting annoyed and on the third one i decide to go. and i totally dont know what happened. it was just the MOST painful thing EVER. so the whole time i didnt know what i did/what happened until mr lim leaves and jie qi comes over and tells me" oh it looks as if you hesitated after your layout and he pushed you over still" so im like oh really? oh.. ok.and then slow comes over and tells me "yea you landed a bit weird but when he pushed you up your ankle just died" or something like that i cant remember. so im like wth. I HATE MR LIM. and he still freaking has the nerve to say its because i dont do ankle raises after training. well fyi biatch i did like 200 yesterday till i was aching. and he still can laugh and say" oh looks like you cant compete on sunday" thanks alot ass. i hate him to the core. i used to just strongly dislike him but now i do hate him. seriously. and he wonders why i dont want to go for his training.screwed up thing. i'm just saying.like MAYBE you know if he hadnt pushed me up i kinda would still be able to compete on sunday but NO. ok. i shall not be angsty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;now i have an ankle the size of africa and im going to have a left leg the size of the USA from hopping everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-3310056120794765689?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3310056120794765689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3310056120794765689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-disappointment-and-regret-collide.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2251337306973749121</id><published>2007-03-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:24:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE. its only monday. omg. im so tired i was falling asleep during like every lesson in school today.im so glad my maid is back. life is so much easier :D hehe. yea today geog was freaking funny but i shall be nice and not say why. then i went to island for a bit after school with yvonne (: and we did a bit of math. haha like 2 sums. then i went for training which was not good because i was sooo tired.but avery and i managed to do our cartwheel backtuck dismounts for beam without a spot so we both got stickers!!! :D and rachel did freaking killer conditioning again! but it was her birthday so we had cake after! lyd's mom brought it. it was so yummy and i ate so much for dinner. omg. time to lose weight. school training tmr ): after like 10 years.how fun. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2251337306973749121?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2251337306973749121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2251337306973749121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1750805347249963853</id><published>2007-03-04T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:46:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im rather bored. i dont want to go to school tmr. i hate studying. nic and i plan to burn down cambridge. anyway. today went to church and i was late so i was like just standing at the end row of the pew and the girl told me the bench was full. YA RIGHT.there was one gigantic space next to liz. so i had to go sit in the row in front. i was soo lonely.oh well anyway we had fellowship lunch after that. andd then had games. which were so retarded then we were hungry so a few of us went to swensens after that. then liz came over for a while and we watched GREYS ANATOMY. hehe.it is the love. yea and we went high :D finally. hahaha. and im really bored now. i really dont want to go to school tmr. im having weekend withdrawal symptoms ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1750805347249963853?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1750805347249963853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1750805347249963853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-rather-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-748210553657271743</id><published>2007-03-03T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:26:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate hate hate having heng in the morning.SATURDAY VERY EARLY MORNING. everytime i wake up im so tempted to call him and tell him i have something on. like what i did twice before. haha! oh well. yea i have exciting new furniture in my room. so i went for training today.pretty ok. lydia and i learnt abotu being pregnant and giving birth on the way home today. i was so grossed out. ok i have a quiz to make me happy and unbored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does anyone know your password to&lt;br /&gt;your email?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ordered&lt;br /&gt;at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;not sure., i havent been to macs for quite long. yay! im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;im not sure., you tell me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;its pretty ok i guess. could be better but im happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever felt jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure everybody has.im always jealous of their clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;talk to beewhee online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;God. God is all around me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you ate&lt;br /&gt;with?&lt;br /&gt;ate? errrr. i think last night with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song are you listening to&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;i run away-britney spears. sorru im weird. i like britney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;NICE (: because it isnt sunny. and 9it rained today. i love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last person who called you today?&lt;br /&gt;my mom like a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute girrll why you do me like that&lt;br /&gt;you take all my money cant even call a player back&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute boyyyy why you trippin like that&lt;br /&gt;you think cuz you trickin you get it just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caitlyn's cool. she was singing it with me during gym just now (: and i was singing it on the way back in the car too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;im not very sure. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lost a friend over something&lt;br /&gt;stupid?&lt;br /&gt;does psle count as stupid? you see psle makes friends go to other schools. which makes you drift. so yea that counts doesnt it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;sugar donut!the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. not to the point where i want to kill myself or anything. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What time did u wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;freaking 8.40. i think ive already expressed my hate towards having heng in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the person that posted this&lt;br /&gt;survey?&lt;br /&gt;lizzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;err topshop shorts and some red top. what do you expect. im at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to ask anyone out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the first thing you notice&lt;br /&gt;about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;i think face or body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;home! in my room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Did you go anywhere today?&lt;br /&gt;yea. gym (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do there?&lt;br /&gt;train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;16 in about a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;har har.well i dont know. i enjoy carrying stuffed toys around and i practically live on sugar and chocolate.well what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you call your parents by their&lt;br /&gt;first name?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;no i have a brother who can be very very annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what i want to buy. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like where you work?&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, i dont work. i like my school but i hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like books?&lt;br /&gt;yea! when i have the time to read them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Any Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;church! (and getting high with zzie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Current Emotional status?&lt;br /&gt;really tired and hungry. and excited because i hear my mom cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Current Mental status?&lt;br /&gt;mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Current Financial Status?&lt;br /&gt;its the end of the week! i must say im not very financially stable right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Any Plans for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;have fun! i love christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Your Dreams for the future?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, have a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;i want a cool job which i enjoy with BIG BIG money and a happy life with my dream husband and 2 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are u going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;EAT EAT EAT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-748210553657271743?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/748210553657271743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/748210553657271743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-hate-hate-having-heng-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2103133573407435118</id><published>2007-03-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:50:28.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a very annoying day today. seriousl;y like almost anybody i talked to made me slightly pissed off at one point of the day or smth.whatever.life is never fair isnt it. this world is a screwed up place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I called you today just to here you say you were not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2103133573407435118?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2103133573407435118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2103133573407435118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-very-annoying-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2350835536595396313</id><published>2007-03-02T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:35:33.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY I FIXED A SHELF.YAY ME!im so freaking tired now.wnet to ikea in the morning with my mommy and she didnt let me get the heart with the arms! it was so cute.she said i have too many dust collecting items already ):darn. enrichment was so so boring. sorry babra i fell asleep. world trade game tmr! im excited. everyone says its pretty fun. for once. fun enrichment. then i went down for training. nicky killed us with conditioning.and I GOT A STICKER TODAY :D actually i didnt at first and then we were in the car and rachel was like "izzie stuck 5 beam routines today! with new skills and all!" then nicky asked if i got a sticker then rachel was like OH! yea! you can get a sticker! woooohoo!yes ok im really tired now. back to packing my room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2350835536595396313?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2350835536595396313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2350835536595396313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-fixed-shelf.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2046190709031962872</id><published>2007-02-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:50:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM SO ANNOYED/DISGUSTED/GROSSED OUT/WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;freaking petty paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hello there :D&lt;br /&gt;this week of school is pretty ok (: its just enrichment from today onwards.so today was just liek this financial literacy thingy. it was mega boring except for the game part which was pretty fun. haha babra's my new husband and we have own landed property in capricorn drive. we ate so so much today.we had 2 recesses and about 1000 jellysticks. haha then we had bishan recycling which was like crap. haha.unfriendly people who refuse to donate their old newspapers.but it was quite funny because babra and i were just laughing at er certain things.then mrs chua and khong bee came to laugh at me because i was carrying a handbag.ok whatever.tomorrow i will learn how to manage my money so i have enough money to go on a cruise when i retire. WHAT RUBBISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2046190709031962872?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2046190709031962872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2046190709031962872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-annoyeddisgustedgrossed.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1274336522035251418</id><published>2007-02-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:14:45.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Perfume is Glow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatperfumeareyouquiz/glow.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh, sexy, and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're real, intimate, and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lush sensuality appeals to men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power scents: Orange flower, grapefruit, and citrus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatperfumeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Perfume Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mean Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mean-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rule through teasing and intimidation..&lt;br /&gt;Yet, people would give the world to be your friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a mean girl! but i love the show mean girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The PJ's You Are Most Like: Underwear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpjsareyouquiz/underwear.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy the simple things in life and aren't hard to please&lt;br /&gt;You have an understated, easy sexyness that men love&lt;br /&gt;And you're confident enough to pull it off - without being overbearing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpjsareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of PJ's Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i underwear!? hahaha! these quizzes are fun stuff. they keep me unbored. im so glad theres like enrichment tmr and NO LESSONS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.&lt;br /&gt;The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...&lt;br /&gt;You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Raspberry Chocolate Lip Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/raspberry-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to approach life as a fun game - being playful at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;You're a flirt with flair, and your the type most likely to surprise your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're popularity doesn't stop with guys... you've got a great group of girlfriends too!&lt;br /&gt;You're fresh, aggressive, and more than a little sassy. The tangy taste of raspberry and watermelon goes great on your lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouaromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you fall in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;You know that love isn't like a greeting card...&lt;br /&gt;Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Girly yet independent, dreamy yet serious.&lt;br /&gt;Almost any guy can find balance with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouaromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You a Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Gisele Bundchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/gisele-bundchen.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly exotic and perfectly gorgeous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/"&gt;Which Victoria's Secret Angel Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Moschino Heart Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/heart-bag.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a whimsical, romantic girl with a good does of funky&lt;br /&gt;You've are always in the middle of some adventure, planned or not&lt;br /&gt;Style is something you mastered early on - and you're envied for it&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you, you're one of a kind... with many imitators&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/"&gt;What Handbag Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to sleep. thanks zzie for the link for these quizzes which i spent forever doing. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1274336522035251418?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1274336522035251418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1274336522035251418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-perfume-is-glow-fresh-sexy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-3586716662237351731</id><published>2007-02-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:49:38.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we register for freaking O levels tomorrow. tomorrow.it kinda just hit me that we're taking O levels in ___ (too lazy to count) months time. and i am failing every possible test there is. how much worse can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i did all my homework today. yes. for once. probably only the second time this year. yes thats how badly im doing in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brightER side, i went to prime today. but because i was so clever and forgot to eat anything the whole day other than chicken mushroom noodles (yummy) at recess, i was so exhausted during training. i crashed into the vault and got a scrape on my knee. i fell on my but/back twice during floor warmups today, and my toe is bleeding(thanks to inconsiderate children who run across the floor when people are doing routines) and rachel made us do killer conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i managed to do a whole, connected dismount, legs straight bar routine for the first time in.. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ate dinner which erased whatever training i did.&lt;br /&gt;what a great life i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-3586716662237351731?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3586716662237351731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3586716662237351731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-register-for-freaking-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1657130839728629045</id><published>2007-02-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:01:10.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kv2a5y5BpkM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kv2a5y5BpkM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there friends. went to church this morning (: like finally!. annoying chinese new year. finally saw like.. lala beewhee zzie janelle and everyone else. well actually i saw lala last night but yes. still. lala keeps trying to trick herself by saying she hates chocolate but i know she secretly loves my cadbury. haha.watched she's the man last night again. it was really funny./ loved the company (: michelle's a complete joker. liek seriously. and then today zzie and i and beewhee just sat on the table outside the sanctuary talking. it was rather fun. then we went to sam and dan kung's house for a while. but we left at like.. 6ish? yea so i just came home and.. and.. i do not knwo what i did. wasted my life away going high on the computer and over the phone. hahaa. i seriously do waste my life away. im so annoyingly disgusting. i hate it.ohhhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why not, take a crazy chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1657130839728629045?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1657130839728629045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1657130839728629045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-there-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-4779570700573414576</id><published>2007-02-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:17:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM REALLY TIRED. i feel like i cant move. school today was sooo boring and it passed so slowly. liek double english, double chem. wow. then went to serene for a bit with yan yan and julie. i had ice cream :D but i really wanted cookies and cream. and the guy cheated me because it just got out of the really cold freezer or smth and it was so hard so i got like half of what i was supposed to get. i was annoyed. haha. then i went for training. i sucked at bars tonight.it felt so difficult to even get up for a kip !? but then floor was pretty ok. rachel said i made up for my bars on floor. yay.and then shared a cab back with rachel and nicky and ank came tonight so annika and i were just talking about food the whole time from toa payoh to mount sinai. ok im going to sleep. i just walked into the door. yes that happens when i need to sleep. and im so embarrassing when i sleep because i jerk. its totally not funny. ITS FINALLY FRIDAY TMR!!!!! :D hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-4779570700573414576?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4779570700573414576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4779570700573414576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2708124693777578171</id><published>2007-02-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:41:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS THE SEXOFUS. like all of us togetherrrrr. thanks for dinner tonight jia (: we had 1000 pratas. seriously. ok just me. HAHA. and i watched like 100 episodes of grey's anatomy. it will SERIOUSLY rip your eyeballs out and make your heart stop when you're watching. omggg.i love meredith and mcdreamy still. and im starting to like addison and bailey more!!addison got prettier. GREYS ANATOMY IS SERIOUSLY NICE. even yvonne miss im-very-afraid-of-blood was watching a bit of it! hehe but yes I HAD A FUN TIME with the sexofus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had trainign this morning which just killed me because it was like 3 people at each apparatus.it was so tiring but it felt good. ok im so tired. omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2708124693777578171?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2708124693777578171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2708124693777578171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-sexofus.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-7691253079171147258</id><published>2007-02-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:14:18.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS CASSIE! i havent talked to her for really long. and we havent played our arrow game since like youth camp. i miss being gay with her and choping our handicapped toilet and everything ): i miss youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;its annoying how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. today was another obese day. seriously. i slept till 12 (: and then went over to joy's house for lunch and watched a bit of a cinderella story. I LOVE. and yes i dont know what i spent the rest of my day doing.mostly eating and using the computer. oh well. FINALLY training tmr. but in the morning. freaking early ): i havent done any of my homework. i must say im rather dead. oh well.training tomorrow! TMR IS LOSE WEIGHT DAY. ok ya right. jia's having a prataman over how can it be lose weight day. haha.ok i shall be going. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-7691253079171147258?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/7691253079171147258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/7691253079171147258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-cassie-i-havent-talked-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1060382197130877097</id><published>2007-02-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:32:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello im bored of doing differentiation and imagining miss beh next to me going dy by dx in some funny pronounciation. i got this from aly's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The phone rings.Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;secret someone. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when shopping at a grocery store,do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;of course. you have to get the dollar back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In a socail setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know. hehh probably talker&lt;br /&gt;shr&lt;br /&gt;-Do you play sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you like to ride horses?&lt;br /&gt;its pretty ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;yea damn gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was your favourite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;BARBIE! but thats not a game because i kinda had to play it by myself. or whatever my brother used to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If a sexy person was pursuing,but you knew he/she was married,what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;depends. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;br /&gt;both. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;only sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;yea some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?&lt;br /&gt;phone and money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;only during holidays. thats why my english is like.. ok no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you htink more about the past,present or future?&lt;br /&gt;i think all! i dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favourite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;162 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;some place with pretty scenery and close to my friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What name brand is your computer?&lt;br /&gt;ibm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever taken pictures ina photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;haha yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What flavour is your favourite lollipop?&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where was the furthest place you travelled today?&lt;br /&gt;telok blangah wherever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;eat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you look like your mum or dad?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. both i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;about half an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;harry potter! make it hurry come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you like to make a shout out?&lt;br /&gt;not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What did you do for new year?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the new year but chinese new year which is like.. today, i went visiting and watched grey's aantomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Candles or incense?&lt;br /&gt;candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;br /&gt;school nights i think 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;starbucks frappe and a muffin. or cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;no. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;big shirt courtesy of my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ever been to L.A?&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;yea. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you hate chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;the day i hate chocolate will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could have any job (assuming you had the skills) what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;air stewardess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is your favourtie time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so pathetic. i just took 10 minutes to cut an orange because i have no maid now. and by the time i finished cutting the orange there were like 3 slices left because i was eating as i was cutting. i need a maid. omggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1060382197130877097?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1060382197130877097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1060382197130877097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-im-bored-of-doing-differentiation.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-2745441892901162406</id><published>2007-02-18T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:35:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some very VERY odd reason i feel like going running. i really should go before i dont feel like running anymore because i like NEVER feel like running. this so so strange. but my leg hurts to even walk up and down the stairs ): oh well. we're having pizza for dinner. seriously, how fat can i get.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we call it show stopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-2745441892901162406?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2745441892901162406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/2745441892901162406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-some-very-very-odd-reason-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-3630712046153993605</id><published>2007-02-18T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:02:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year my friends (: hoep you all are having a fun time getting money. my door is very beautifully decorated with victoria's secret pictures. its pretty. im rather bored. visiting was so boring. so i came home to watch greys anatomy (:and its raining now.I LOVE THE RAIN! but im rather bored and i feel like eating. im disgusted at how much i eat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-3630712046153993605?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3630712046153993605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/3630712046153993605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year-my-friends-hoep-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-4454393154304021140</id><published>2007-02-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:39:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE GETTING HIGH WITH LIZZIE :D she totally knows what im feeling. haha. its very fun!!&lt;br /&gt;ytea anyway today was chinese new year celebrations in school. i was so exhausted from training last night though. but training was fun. except for nicky's conditioning and 50 squat jumps with weights. floor was so fun last night! i managed to do alot of stuff :D yea so today my legs were dying so i didnt go downstairs till much later so i stayed in class with like a few people from class and took photos then i went to the hall gallery and enjoyed the performance in air con with some other class people. and i didnt want to go down because i wouldnt be able to find jia julie yvonne or hian. so oh well. i didnt spend much time with the sexofus today ): but i did go for a movie with babra and gaych(ponners) and cherie today. we ate subway! i love. cherie and i were so tired we fell asleep during the movie. haha. like oops. yea then we decided to go home because we all felt like dying and i missed my stop by one stop AGAIN because i fell asleep. then it started to rain! so i spent my rainy afternoon watching my grey;s anatomy. its my boyfriend. i love it alot. hahaha yes and im back to being bored again. i need to do work but im seriously lazy ):&lt;br /&gt;IM HAVING SUCH A FAT DAY. IT SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-4454393154304021140?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4454393154304021140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/4454393154304021140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-getting-high-with-lizzie-d-she.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-6102395821144762499</id><published>2007-02-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:08:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so pissed off. i do not have anything to wear and im so fat because i just ate dinner and my legs feel like they're going to collapse anytime.whatever. i will look like shit in school tmr. school can go and die. and i didnt bring back my geog tys and textbook so i have to freaking carry it back tmr): seriously, school should really die. NEVERMIND. tomorrow i will enjoy my grey's anatomy. happy chinese new year friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-6102395821144762499?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/6102395821144762499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/6102395821144762499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-1437766187790765953</id><published>2007-02-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:57:13.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day makes me fat. oh well. thanks everyone for the stuff i got (:&lt;br /&gt;lessons were very uninteresting today. i fell asleep for so long during ss. and during chinese tests which i can assure you that i have not passed. haha.and after school i went out with rach and babra to go get subway and starbucks (: my love. hahaha. and we wanted to go shopping but there was nothing nice! either that or they were seriously overpriced. like bloody adidas. but it was so pretty! oh well. hope everyone's having fun today going out with their hot and sexy boyfriends and girlfriends. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-1437766187790765953?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1437766187790765953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/1437766187790765953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-this-day-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-8620743360147283794</id><published>2007-02-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:20:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VICTORIA'S SECRET IS AMAZINGLY SEXY. like omgg. bloody hot stuff. i wish i had their body ): oh well. yea today was such a boring day lessonswise. cherie as usual was talking to herself again. and she didnt let me help her make the foam hearts thingy ): but i secretly did in the end. hahaha. chem test was a major screwup once again ): i really do need to start working harder instead of wasting my time on the computer like.. now for example. this gym shirt/money business is giving me a headache. i hate school. ohhh and for the rest of this week we get to have flag raising in the air conditioned hall (: but other than that and friends, school sucks like shit.majorly.i hate dealing with money.(sorry alyssa for always having to listen to me complain)&lt;br /&gt;FROM NOW ON I SHALL BE A HARDWORKING COMPUTER-IS-MY-WORST-ENEMY GEEK.ok ya right. but i shall try. help ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are the one, the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That lies close to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whispers, "Hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you quite terribly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fell in love, in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now there's no place else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could be, but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here in your arms.&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/36400856-8620743360147283794?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/8620743360147283794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/8620743360147283794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/victorias-secret-is-amazingly-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-8308853417773713749</id><published>2007-02-10T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:40:47.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; I shouldn't love you,&lt;br /&gt;but I want too.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-8308853417773713749?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/8308853417773713749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/8308853417773713749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-shouldnt-love-you-but-i-want-too.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-5779183316885882224</id><published>2007-02-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:59:27.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello heeeeemhiann. i dont really know how you're feeling but just be happy ok (: everything will be fine and back to normal eventually (: and kristyn, dont worry! im sure miss goh wont be a meanie. chill mans alll of you. be a slacker like me. ahahaha. ok yea school today was SO BORING and tiring. fine not tiring. i was just very sleepy and i kept falling asleep. i broke my 6 day chain ): oh well. after training i just went to church for a while and i played CIA with zzie in the toilet. HAHA. and i wore her st margs uni. it was fun (: i hate school training. hate mr lim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-5779183316885882224?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/5779183316885882224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/5779183316885882224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-heeeeemhiann.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-5661360476681606802</id><published>2007-02-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:49:36.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHINATOWN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgggg. I LOVE CHINATOWN!! its mega cool. like wow. i've only been to chinatown like.. twice in my life but I SO WANT TO GO AGAIN. went with julie and yan yan after school. wow. SO MUCH FOOD! and clothes too. but the clothes are only like.. ok. its opposite lala's house!! and yea. i got this pretty henna. i love henna! beewhee and i are gonna get cool tattoos when we grow up.but anyway, we walked till we were so freaking tired. hahaahahah julie, i love our walk. then yea i went for training and yan yan and julie went to toa payoh central to buy pins. i dont kn ow if they did in the end but they bought MORE STICKERS. hahaha after training rachel sat in the car next to me and she was like WHY DO YOU HAVE BARBIE *points to stickers* i was just like.. errrmmmm. oh well. AND IM SO PISSED OFF! grey's anatomy doesnt work on my computer and i've been waiting so long to watch it!!!!!!!!!  ITS SO DEPRESSING. and the whole way back lyd and i were talking about grey's anatomy. I LOVE I LOVE. i really want to watch ittttt. AHHHH. annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-5661360476681606802?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/5661360476681606802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/5661360476681606802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/omgggg.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117086335589520221</id><published>2007-02-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:49:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe we all have one true love&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this world, I do &lt;br /&gt;When it seemed all my dreams were falling through &lt;br /&gt;That's when I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe for every heart&lt;br /&gt;that whispers in the dark&lt;br /&gt;there's a ray of light somewhere shining through&lt;br /&gt;it was sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;when the tide came in&lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;I found the closest thing to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Yes I knew, I found the deepest love I knew&lt;br /&gt;I believe, yes it's true &lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, for every door, that's closing&lt;br /&gt;For every heartbreak there's hope for something new&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes rised, a glimpse of paradise&lt;br /&gt;it's a glimer in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;I found the closest thing to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Yes I knew, I found the deepest love I knew&lt;br /&gt;I believe, yes it's true&lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;A life I thought no one knows&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was just the tingling of the skin&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone, all alone&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;You showed deep love, sweet love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;I found the closest thing to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I found the deepest love I knew&lt;br /&gt;I found the closest thing to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. haha.ok time to sleep. i had a fun day with yvonne today. details tmr or smth. im too tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117086335589520221?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117086335589520221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117086335589520221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-believe-we-all-have-one-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117077137625821537</id><published>2007-02-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:24:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"you were like coming up for fresh air.its as if i was drowning and you saved me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmWPENttHzQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmWPENttHzQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS. I LOVEEE THE SCENES IN IT. shit im supposed to be studying for geog test tmr. i only went through once but im seriously hooked on grey's anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrxoeklFONE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrxoeklFONE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUjtUEde4tQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUjtUEde4tQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcdreamy's damn sexy. omg. haha i love him and meredith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117077137625821537?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117077137625821537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117077137625821537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-were-like-coming-up-for-fresh-air.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117068433504990118</id><published>2007-02-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:06:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some highlights of the worst day of my life. i broke a test tube, got 9/30 for chem test, waited 40 minutes at the bus stop, got lost in freaking toa payoh with seriously not a single cent in my wallet because my mom forgot to give me my allowance and i stepped on a freaking stapler bullet thingy.  it kinda felt much worse than it sounds. and not to mention i have 2 tests that i desperately have to study for but i just feel like blogging tonight. yes thats why i end up getting 9/30. freak. but yea. going to gym made me like tons happier because i was just crying and hugging lyd. and chloe was so funny she just makes me feel better. i was like i freaking broke a test tube today! and she went oh its ok. my friend broke 10 AT THE SAME TIME.  hahahaha. but im so much better now. because hopefully tmr will be a better day. i will have faith. thanks yvonne and jia for making me.. chill. and diana,lyd and chloe for making my day end better than it began.&lt;br /&gt;and now i really have to go study for bio. i have this secret feeling that im gonna get like 9/30 again. screw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117068433504990118?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117068433504990118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117068433504990118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-are-some-highlights-of-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117051080443136585</id><published>2007-02-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:24:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GREY'S ANATOMY IS THE BEST SHOW EVER CREATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;like omggg. yesterday i was having such a bad day at training. but slow whit and abby made me laugh by being their stupid retarded selves. and then chia wen came back!! and we wernt for err tea/dinner (: haha. I MISS CHIA WEN SO MUCH. yea so we just talked then she had to go to church so i went home to sleep then at like 12ish i went over ot jia's house to watch.. GREY'S ANATOMY. omg. i love i love i love! and at first jia and i were so tired then when it started we were totally awake! but julie just fell asleep. fatty. omg. i love grey's too much to fall asleep. so jia and i just sat by the bed like idiots watching. we watched till like 4ish in the morning. only to discover that to our horror WE DIDNT HAVE EPISODE 5. i wanted to die. so we couldnt find it so we were like.. ok go to sleep for an hour then we;ll wake up to watch episode 6. but then we ended up sleeping till 9 when i had hengneh then i went back up and watch episode 6. then i had to go for training ): JIA FREAKING FINISHED WATCHING THEM!you dodo. you didnt wait for me. ITS OK. i shall borrow it after this week's test. omggg im so excited. I LOVE IT ALOT! ok whatever. alot of hw to do. byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117051080443136585?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117051080443136585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117051080443136585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/greys-anatomy-is-best-show-ever_03.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117034192370326434</id><published>2007-02-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:58:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so hella tired. imagine if i had to run today. i think you would be attending my funeral this very instant. today i didnt fall asleep in school again. i find it pretty amazing. i shall try tmr too. im becoming a good girl (: ah but wth. i got booked for short skirt today ): screw. whatever. lessons today were so so boring. its really a wonder how i didnt fall asleep. then had training. clare came back! and gave me candy (: my fatness is making me depressed though. it will probably be the cause of my death. the fatness that is. this way i'll die an early death and i wont contribute to the problem of singapore's stupid ageing population(ss test was a bloody screw up by the way.) yea anyway after school training i went to prime where i had a very productive training session (: it was rachel's day so anyway my bars was neat today (: and i got a sticker on floor and for beam i managed to do some jumps. so yea. i wa sa happy person. but my legs were so tired they felt liek they were gonna dettach themselves from my butt.like no kidding. so thats why i shall go sleep now. have a happy friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117034192370326434?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117034192370326434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117034192370326434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-hella-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117025632470498682</id><published>2007-01-31T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:12:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate school. its such a bitch. i hate ss. its the most annoying subject to study. im so annoyed. today was a crap day. other than the fact that i had a nice lunch with alyssa. i think today was gross. but i managed to stay awake during ALL the lessons today. including assembly. power. for the first time this year and possibly last year too. oh whatever. we should be given a permanent holiday so we can watch the tyra banks show in the morning and grey's anatomy the rest of the day ( and the oc too ) oh screw school. im pissed off. i blogged just now but my post didnt get published. OH WELL. hopefully tmr will be a better day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-117025632470498682?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117025632470498682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117025632470498682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-school.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-117015947434441568</id><published>2007-01-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:17:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN JIA TEO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;may you have many many more fun years ahead fo you although you're already 42. hope you had fun today :D&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/36400856-117015947434441568?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117015947434441568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/117015947434441568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-jun-jia-teo-3-may-you.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116998999761632972</id><published>2007-01-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:13:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something about you and you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and I can't help but show it&lt;br /&gt;Damn right, you got me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i dont feel like blogging so much anymore. maybe its because im always so dead after i come home. oh well. yesterday was jia's birthday celebrations.it was so retarded! we had to walk around like mg and macs while we were connected together by string which ran through our bra straps. hahaha. yea well the company was great :D julie and i have discovered that we cannot go out together alone. we will spend like all our money on food and irrelevant things. haha.its almost jia's birthday! well everyday is jia's birthday this month. she's currently 40!happy birthday sexy.haha.i just watched the dancefloor on tv. fine they arent allll that bad. SOME of them are pretty ok. and then omg i watched hilary duff on E! i love hilary duff! and A CINDERELLA STORY!! omg.i loveee that show. i so cant wait till Os are over and i can watch tv all i want! hehehe. ok byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116998999761632972?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116998999761632972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116998999761632972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-something-about-you-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116973494919963636</id><published>2007-01-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:22:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now. i feel like i might just collapse and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116973494919963636?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116973494919963636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116973494919963636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116956018917347007</id><published>2007-01-23T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:49:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my junior is a total bitch. i do not like her very much. ew.if there were such a thing as  a proud/showoff detector attached to her it would be beeping ever second. if there were a lie detector attached to her, it would be beeping extremely loudly every mili-second.&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying i dont lie or showoff or whatever. eveyrbody does. but hers is just in excess amounts.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116956018917347007?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116956018917347007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116956018917347007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-junior-is-total-bitch_23.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116956010331169463</id><published>2007-01-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:48:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my junior is a total bitch. i do not like her very much. ew.if there were such a thing as  a proud/showoff detector attached to her it would be beeping ever second. if there were a lie detector attached to her, it would be beeping extremely loudly every mili-second.&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying i dont lie or showoff or whatever. eveyrbody does. but hers is just in excess amounts.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116956010331169463?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116956010331169463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116956010331169463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-junior-is-total-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116947293337676177</id><published>2007-01-22T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:35:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the worst day of my school life. dont even ask. i hate how i always read questions and simple info in tests totally wrong. whatever. at least training cheered me up. a bit. and so did shopping/trying on clothes with yvonne :D&lt;br /&gt;she better find my worksheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/640/128712/CIMG0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/911357/CIMG0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/640/669895/CIMG0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/634290/CIMG0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/640/88193/marriott%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/208073/marriott%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/640/834826/marriott%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/300435/marriott%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116930538238583684?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116930538238583684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116930538238583684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116930311898252495</id><published>2007-01-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:27:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling good now (: its THE WEEKEND ! (but i havent done my homework. thats liek the only thing that bothers me right now. other than my fatness which bothers me 24/7) and i think next week is gonna be pretty ok! :D (other than height and weight) but ya. ok . fiurstly because i finally finished the gym shirt. secondly because i just spoke ot anika's mom and she can get us 15% off gk leotards for our school :D and also i just discovered 4 tubs of haagen dazs in the fridge :D wow. and plus my stiff neck is gone. i can move my head freely! (yea in case you havent heard, i had a stiff neck for 2 days because i fell asleep for 40 minutes in fifi tan's class) and plus its sunday tmr! which means church! yay. and im going out for a short while with yvonne on monday. i havent been to orchard in ages. woww. then after that i have prime. i love prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see im very happy right now. dont piss me off or i will kill you because its very seldom that im this happy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116930311898252495?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116930311898252495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116930311898252495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-feeling-good-now-its-weekend-but.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116929126139634795</id><published>2007-01-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:07:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad thinks im his slave. how very annoying. anyway this morning i had like heng. at 9am. iwanted to die. its so freaking early. thennn my dad didnt want to drop me at training so he dropped me outside and i was waiting for a cab then lydia and her dad drove by so i got a lift from her to gym :D yea training was pretty ok.at the begining rachel was like did you REALLY get a stiff neck from sleeping IN CLASS?! then i was like yea so at the end of training when we were presenting she was like please please dont fall asleep in class anymore. hahahaand then when i was waiting for lyd to go home it started to rain (: woohooo. i love the rain. then in the car i was playing with princess twinkle (my sexy pony in case you all have forgotten about her existence)and lyd just stared at me and went. omgg i cant believe you actually have that. oh fine. its pretty :D hehe. ok im starving but dinner isnt ready.freak. hungry hungry hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116929126139634795?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116929126139634795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116929126139634795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-dad-thinks-im-his-slave.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116926340974594897</id><published>2007-01-20T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:23:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you, this much is true. no one could replace you &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/640/649511/SEXOFUS%20677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/336514/SEXOFUS%20677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116926340974594897?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116926340974594897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116926340974594897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-you-this-much-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116922197427467380</id><published>2007-01-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:52:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today = bad day. hate it. other than prefects invest and the time that i spent with the sexofus. and cherie. well first off, lessons were such a bore i fell asleep so many times during chema dn i know  mrs yogee was so teaching somehting important but i just couldnt stay awake. and training was well, ok. im just very anti school training. because school training= waste of precious time when i can be studying and doing work. and im so annoyed because of what a some people assume sometimes. they dont know how annoying it is even though its not bad. ahhh whatever. at least i had a nice talk with yan yan today. i love mother. hahahaha.freak. and i have tuition at 9am tmr. i hate. waste of time. want to die. IM SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOWi want to fly to the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116922197427467380?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116922197427467380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116922197427467380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116895348232412129</id><published>2007-01-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:18:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i am attempting to do binomial theorem by myself and i am stuck on the first question. so i gave up. im in need of a math genius. im so tired. HOW CAN IT ONLY BE TUESDAY!? it feels like friday.training today was annoying. i am really very strongly anti school training. it sucks. for various reasons. geog lecture today was a waste of a lesson. we sat in the back row and we didnt get notes so we got scolded by miss goh. and i didnt bring my glasses so i couldnt see the screen so i just sat there highlighting random things in my textbook.oh! and i am very cool. i did my ss workbook (: and fifi tan said i was good. hahaha. well i kinda have to do it because im always asleep during her lesson so the workbook makes up for the sleeping bit. ok back to math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116895348232412129?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116895348232412129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116895348232412129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello_16.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116878220083881522</id><published>2007-01-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:43:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does he kiss me on the forehead&lt;br /&gt;Before we play?&lt;br /&gt;Show up on my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;with a bouquet?&lt;br /&gt;Does he call in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;just to say&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;They say old lovers can be good friends&lt;/pre&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/36400856-116878220083881522?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116878220083881522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116878220083881522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/does-he-kiss-me-on-forehead-before-we.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116876789302279230</id><published>2007-01-14T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:44:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNOYING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116876789302279230?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116876789302279230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116876789302279230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116869503188967196</id><published>2007-01-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:30:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT ALLIE TO BE MY NEXTDOOR NEIGHBOUR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116869503188967196?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116869503188967196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116869503188967196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-allie-to-be-my-nextdoor.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116859761152761690</id><published>2007-01-12T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:26:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVENT BLOGGED FOR THE LONGEST TIME EVER!&lt;br /&gt;ok hello. im being such a hardworking girl this year! (well more hardworking than last year at least) im sleeping during fewer classes! with the exception of bio and ss which are total-waste-of-time lessons. ok so  this week was just like training-study-training-study-training-study. how freeeeaaaking boring. mr brian francis is an essay nightmare. haha i have random outbursts of laughter during miss beh's class because sometimes i just look at her and she reminds me alot of a teddy bear. or sometimes i look up and she has her glasses like halfway down her nose. its so funny. yesterday we had training then i went to prime and i did like 3 hours of conditioning in total. i was really going to drop dead and die. i was waiting for a cab with nicky and rachel and my legs were like.. shaking. therefore i am now aching from the vast amount of conditioning we did. life is so eventless with training. its such a waste of time (school training i mean) not to mention energy. and my back hurts. like random sharp pains. BLAHH. i have so much work to doooo. omg shit. which reminds me : tuition work. freaaakkk. at least its the.. WEEEEKEEEENNNNDDDD. im hungry.ohhh and today i found out that my rubber duckys that tay gave me can squirt/store water. HOW COOOL IS THAT!? totally. its been raining for so many days. I LOVE &lt;3 hahaha. i hope it doesnt stop! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116859761152761690?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116859761152761690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116859761152761690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-havent-blogged-for-longest-time-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116826640195328905</id><published>2007-01-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:26:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am dead. training today was. tiring but quite fun. krystal and chloe are at prime now. i cant move. i am going to ache tmr. very very badly. so i shall go sleep. so i wont be so dead tmr. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116826640195328905?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116826640195328905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116826640195328905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116817889091774897</id><published>2007-01-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:08:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/1600/482012/holz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/538094/holz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;say hello to holly. its fun to webcam. i want a webcam. then i can video call people. coolness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116817889091774897?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116817889091774897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116817889091774897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/say-hello-to-holly.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116817045300922691</id><published>2007-01-07T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:43:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired.  but i didnt even do anything. training tmr. after like 3 weeks. im going to die. i didnt condition. im going to die die die.  i dont want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;soooo. today. went to church. we're using the very bright sanctuary.i prefer the other one. then i left my stuffed bunny in the youth room then wenhui vanessa chris and gang chased us out to count offering and when we went back wenhui was like oh is the bunny yours? its being tortured. so i was like huh? then i opened the door and my bunny was on the table and its hands were tied behind its back and its ears were tied together. ahahaha. and they all like rushed to the youth room to see my reaction. haha. then had games. yea bla bla. i feel fat. i havent worn my leotard for so long.ok i dont feel like typing. i dont want to go to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116817045300922691?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116817045300922691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116817045300922691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116809911160026206</id><published>2007-01-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:58:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fun Fun Randomness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been to a different country?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;erm yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a vegetarian?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i would die. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play a musical instrument?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i cant even tell the sound of a guitar from the piano! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you double jointed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you whistle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. its so cool &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any special talents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever cried in front of others?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. many a times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you shower daily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;eww sick freak. WHO DOESNT!? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name one bad habit of yours::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;procrastination &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What friend of your boyfriend/girlfriend do you find the most attractive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont have a boyfriend so this question is n.a &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is chubby cute?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been hospitalized?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea when i was born! hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever done something real bad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope! im innocent! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever got caught doing something bad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i told you i was innocent! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rate your dancing skills 1-10::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;LIKE 0. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you single?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If not, what's your significant other's name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;im single. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your sign?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aries &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your middle name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have no middle name &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite flower?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the rose! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you idolize?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nobody. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could speak a foreign language, which would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;italian! hahaha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smell your shirt, what does it smell like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it has no smell i think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What kind of deoderant do you use?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think the spray spraytype is cool. hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your best physical feature?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont really know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite physical feature in the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wahaah hot body. ABS. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Day/Night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;both are fine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sun/Rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;RAIN! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cold/Hot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cold &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dog/Cat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sneeze/Cough?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sneeze &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Super Nintendo game::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;SUPER MARIO. hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite board game::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;monopoly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite arcade game::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;daytona. or those shooting games &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you shagged?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;erm yuck. im like 15. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rate it on a scale of 1-10::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;as i said.. yuck. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Does anything hurt on your body right now? If yes, what?::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont think so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sleeping position::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont know. sleeping is just good. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Children?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have none but i want 2 girls.  NO BOYS. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Least favorite food::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;intestines of those whatever animals &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most desirable place to visit::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;europe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever peed the bed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not that i recall &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you enjoy reality tv?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea. TOPMODEL. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in a higher power?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you supersticious?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe in ghosts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kinda &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever seen a ghost?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. and dont wish to. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Watch porn?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yucksz &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite horror film?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont like horror films! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the best book you've ever read?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont know. i like harry potter (: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lactose Intolerant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope thank goodness &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could put one thing in your mouth right now, what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ice cream &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Least favorite word::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont have one i think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst teacher::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;they're all bad &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best kisser::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont kiss. well not for now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most embarrassing moment::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cant remember.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you bite your nails?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most desired length of hair on opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont know as long as it looks good &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you bilingual?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes! i can speak chinese too! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you work hard for your money?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont work. sorry! haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you own a plant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont but my mom does &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you own a fish?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my brother does. fish are smally and ugly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is on your feet right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my toes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When was the last time you showered?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this morning &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever cheated on a loved one?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;er no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever ratted someone out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha i think so. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;err cant rmember. im such a nice person &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was the last person you hit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i didnt hit anyone! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who was the last person you kissed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my mom. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you wearing underwear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ew what kind of sick question is that. duh i do! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If so..what kind?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;secret. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like bananas?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your future child's  name going to be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;katie! maybe. i dont really know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you racist?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course not! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a homophobe?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a whatta what? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your favorite kind of animal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dogs i think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been bitten by a spider?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;spiders can bite? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever had a tic stuck to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea. hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever cried for no reason?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have piercings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ears. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have tattoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How long is your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;err normal length. haa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How long are you..okay how tall are you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;162 i think &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you do for a living?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sleep. haha ok kidding i dont work &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where's the prettiest place you've ever been?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;italy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is Shakira hot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want someone's boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; haha no! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have the hots for a co-worker?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont work! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S52628/Fun_Fun_Randomness.html" title="Fun Fun Randomness"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116809911160026206?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116809911160026206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116809911160026206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-fun-randomnesshave-you-ever-been.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116809334302810874</id><published>2007-01-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:22:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. im rather bored. not in a very bloggy mood. today i had hengneh in the morning. it was howw boringgg.then sometime in the afternoon while i was using the computer i saw this figure flash by my door. then i was like oh maybe someone came up and decided to go back down when they reached the top of the stairs(how retarded) then like 2 minutes later hian crawls into my room. like seriously, CRAWLS! hahaha well actually she didnt make it into my room she burst out laughing. hahaha and she and allie just tumbled into my room laughing. it was quite funny. yea we had quite a hilarious afternoon. but it was so freaking hot after they left i ended up eating half a tub of ice cream. heh. FAATTT. omg. ok as i said i dont really feel like blogging. so. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116809334302810874?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116809334302810874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116809334302810874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116798383572970971</id><published>2007-01-05T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:57:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home so early today!! its like the only day we dont end late and i dont have gym or anything because gym hasnt started yet. i was sooo tired today! i felt like dying in school. during the first lesson i was like seriously going to fall asleep. and then mrs cha came in for bio and i just slept through the whole of bio i was so surprised when cherie woke me up to thank her. haha then i slept through break and we had geog lecture and i fell asleep again and mrs chua was like behind me and she poked me so i would wake up. but after we walked back from geog lecture i was so awake for chem. haha and then babra fell asleep. and she seldom sleeps! haha and we had amath after that. and miss beh said i grew taller! and she said my build got bigger ): BUT. i grew taller (: hehhh. then after school i was gonna go back with farhana so we decided to sit in class for a bit while yvonne did her chem and then i fell asleep on the chairs and farhana was sleeping on the tables. so yea we left after that and it was SO HOT. thats one thing bad about coming home so early. its annoying. ok im off to do HOMEWORK!! oh how hardworking i am!(not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ten thousand promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ten thousand promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you promised me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I could handle the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the truth was you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time after time all the promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turned out to be all lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I see I'm just somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who wasted my time and money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ten thousand promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your ten thousand promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you promised me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You say I'll take you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I close the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz I don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten thousand more&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/36400856-116798383572970971?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116798383572970971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116798383572970971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-home-so-early-today-its-like-only.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116790944403780947</id><published>2007-01-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:17:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, i am bored,tired, and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;school today was so so boring. i spend today doing my math. then i  got bored so i fell asleep then i woke up to do more math and fell asleep again. and i played speed with babra. she sucks at it.haha then went to the gym for cca orientation. boringgg. lao shi wanted us to like train? and i wasnt even wearing my leotard. but then the sec 1s came to save us so we let them come in and play on the stuff. haha i persuaded about 26 people to come for tryouts on tuesday. hehe.and allie came back too (:  lessons start tmr ): i dont knwo how to do my chem. i want mrs tsoi to teach us! so much less strict than mrs yogee (bear). and like freak. we have to run 2.4 every month ): i cant even run once a year they want us to run everymonth. crazy people.i hate running. its the worst thing ever.rar. ok shepherd's pie for dinner (: yummy yummy yum! shepherd reminds me of mcdreamy. i miss my grey's anatomy ): oh stupid school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116790944403780947?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116790944403780947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116790944403780947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/right-now-i-am-boredtired-and-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116783490778238900</id><published>2007-01-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:35:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt; ok school today was exciting before flag raising. then it got boring. esther's husband is my english teacher. how nice. gloria said he;s fierce. even nicer. oh and im sitting next to cherie now! after being in her class for 3 years and sitting behind her or like one table away im finally her partner. haha. CHEER UP JULIEEE (: i believe somehow you'll get a better seat! yes school was so boring today. just sat outside talking and sleeping with jia hian and jillian and at one point of time when i was lying on the bench and jia had on leg on the table because of the lack of space due to my vey large body, mrs tang came along. haha. like crap? oh well. then after that wenr to golden rooster with yan yan and allie ran there from home. and then julie came and hian left and i shared a tub of ice cream with julie. heh. yes ok im rather bored now. orientation's such a waste of time. we should be studying. not. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116783490778238900?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116783490778238900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116783490778238900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-first-day-of-school-ok-school.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116768152762897421</id><published>2007-01-02T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:58:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im scared!!! i just saw this freaking huge spider in my room. its like ginormous. so now i dont dare to go to sleep because im scared it'll attack me in my sleep or smth.freeaakkk. make it go away ):&lt;br /&gt;about 27 more hours till school starts. i really dont want to go!i havent finished my homework.and school starting means i'll see less of the church people): but at least i'll finally  be seeing some people i havent seen in ... a very long time. ok i think i really should go to sleep now. im scared of that vicious spider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116768152762897421?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116768152762897421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116768152762897421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-scared-i-just-saw-this-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116765803069165725</id><published>2007-01-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:27:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling ultra fat now. its annoying. my aunt and uncle are back from england for like a few weeks. i like their presents (: they always get me stuff from accessorize. really pretty. so on sunday after the combined service we had lunch at ban mian with some guys then janelle and beewhee went back and lala and i didnt want to so we went to watch the guys play soccer and be cheerleaders but then i got bored of that but luckily sam and liz came after that and er i dont know what we did for so long but yea. haha. but sam was freaking funny. omgg. pink panther. HAHAHAHA. i love that show. ok yea. then went to joy';s house for new year dinner and we played cards which was pretty fun. but then left to go shower and go for watchnight service. i think what tim and jc shared was very touching but its good to know that they have God by their side to walk with them. then after that liz and i went to sam's house in adrian's car and then we prepared the CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. so so yummy. and at first sam didnt allow us to eat it but he gave in and let us have 5 marshmallows each. hehe. so after that i talked to sam for a bit then we watchedsome step up(freaking nice) then the guys came after their supper and my brother just collapsed and fell asleep. and the guys didnt let us watch step up. they wanted to watch their dodo rob b hood.so i talked to yvonne on the phone for like.. freaking long til my battery almost died. then i went to watch the rest of the show which was actually quite nice. its an emotional trickster. then after that zzie and i went to sleep in michelle's room and she was so silent sleeping and all then after like zzie and i talked for about 10 minutes michelle suddenly sat up and went" do you all want pillows?" then we were like er its ok we have. t hen she just fell back onto her bed. hahaha. her room is all like disney princesses and stuff. freaking pretty.and she's like what 20?or something hahaha! then i went home and fell asleep till yvonne called to wake me up to go out. so we went to wisma and i bought anna sui nail polish. its so cool. its like scented. haha. and then we went to forever 21 and tried on all these really pretty clothes. so in the end i got this nice top and a freaking long skirt! hahhaa. yea and i came back to slack. last day of hol's tmr ): i dont want them to end! so i declare tmr my hermit day. im not going to leave the house. hahahah. im feeling too lazy. ok i shall go eat some pineapples. my fridge seems to be overflowing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, by the way. hope everyone has a great 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116765803069165725?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116765803069165725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116765803069165725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-ultra-fat-now.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116749657798181584</id><published>2006-12-31T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:36:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/P1010435.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/P1010435.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc so cool (: ya ok we yesterday went to rong's house for some barbeque thing and liz had a code multicolour but i hope you're ok now and dealing with it (: dont be scared ok. im here for you! yea and because we were a bit early zzie and i stole tims camera and went to the playground to camwhore. hehehe. yea and we had pretty good food and I PLAYED CHESS! because i told sean to bring his chess set. omg. he can checkmate you in freaking FOUR  moves. so whatever. i played with mattheus. and i won him and then we were having tiramisu that darran made. which was really yummy so i was taking soem from jess and then instead of putting the spoon into my mouth she smeared the tiramisu all over my face! so i took it from my face and splatted it on her. hhahaha. food fight. we were like running around the small room trying not to knock over the stuff. hahaha.yea then after all that we went for supper at kolo mee. FREAKING YUMMY. and evan was introduced to the wonderful game of sudoku!! haha anyway then today stacey beewhee janelle and i went to sentosa for our dcg outing. but half our class wasnt there. no fun ): grr. but we took pics as you can see but i didnt post many because.. of certain reasons. hahaha. and yea. we just did random stuff (: haha and then i went for dinner at crystal jade with family and yea. im really bored now. my stupid msn sudoku isnt working! freaking annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116749657798181584?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749657798181584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749657798181584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/sc-so-cool-ya-ok-we-yesterday-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116749583344278777</id><published>2006-12-31T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:23:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/P1010460.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/P1010460.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my heart? quite cool. omg i can see my freaking sparkler burn! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116749583344278777?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749583344278777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749583344278777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/like-my-heart-quite-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116749580515051398</id><published>2006-12-31T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:23:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/P1010468.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/P1010468.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks beewhee for the tub of ice cream (: you know you owe me man. hehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116749580515051398?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749580515051398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116749580515051398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-beewhee-for-tub-of-ice-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116736033611479035</id><published>2006-12-29T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:45:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg im so tired. i woke up and was supposed to meet yvonne but heng messaged me to say tuition's changed to this unearthly early hour. so.. im stuck home. doing nothing. and i have a sore throat. and i want to sleep but i cant go back to sleep. this is so annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116736033611479035?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116736033611479035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116736033611479035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-maybe-youre-gonna-be-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116733197446226768</id><published>2006-12-29T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:52:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderwall</title><content type='html'>hello. im rather bored. todayy was supposed to be my homework day but i ended up watching the oc [ i loveee!] and going online to do.. like nothing. then after dinner i met yvonne at starbucks and we talked and were.. doing something secret. haha 3 triple 2 !:D hehehe. yea and im back online. trying to make sudoku work but it isnt working.s tupid taiwan earthquake. nvm barbeque at rong's house tmr.seans gonna bring chess to play with me. hurr hurr.yuck i have hengneh tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;And all the roads that lead you there were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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/36400856-116733197446226768?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116733197446226768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116733197446226768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderwall.html' title='wonderwall'/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116723303866540668</id><published>2006-12-27T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:23:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay ok new blogskin because christmas is over. i discovered that i have an army of stuffed toys. haha.ok now that project runway's over i can say this. i really wanted uli to win instead of jeffrey! her clothes were so so so pretty. jeffrey's were nice too but not as nice as ulie's ): oh wells. im going to eat more pineapple (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116723303866540668?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116723303866540668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116723303866540668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-ok-new-blogskin-because-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116721791560486254</id><published>2006-12-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:11:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM A HAPPY PERSON WITH A CLEAN ROOM. hahahaha. ok yesterday i met with kristyn and cheri and we went to yvonne's house to help her make food for her party. and yea quite a few people came (: and today i woke up at 2. hahaha. for the first time this holidays. omg i feel like the holidays have just begun. freaking training takes up all my time. i hate school training. i mean its the holidays for goodness sakes. they make us train MORE than normal. what freaks. anyway. yea then i packed my room! i didnt think i was gonna make it because it was such a mess buuttt I DID! and its freaking neat now. I LIKEEE. hahaha. im rather hungry. i forgot to eat lunch today because i woke up late then i was wondering why i was so hungry. ahah and iw atched raising helen that zzie lent me the other time. its pretty good.yes ok i want to eat now. im so happy my room is clean!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116721791560486254?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116721791560486254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116721791560486254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-happy-person-with-clean-room.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116715071464049587?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715071464049587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715071464049587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_116715071464049587.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116715070988038117</id><published>2006-12-27T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:31:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/16.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/16.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116715070988038117?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715070988038117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715070988038117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116715069835889021</id><published>2006-12-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:31:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello nic (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116715069835889021?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715069835889021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116715069835889021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-nic.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116707013061355246</id><published>2006-12-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:08:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20159.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is over ): i dont want to do my homework. dont want to pack my room dont want to go back to school dont want to see church people on sundays only ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116707013061355246?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116707013061355246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116707013061355246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-over-i-dont-want-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706998323645837</id><published>2006-12-26T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:06:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20158.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20158.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open the eys of my heart lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706998323645837?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706998323645837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706998323645837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/open-eys-of-my-heart-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706983575803861</id><published>2006-12-26T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:03:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20148.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20148.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZIES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706983575803861?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706983575803861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706983575803861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/zzies.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706981922783906</id><published>2006-12-26T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:03:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20126.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20126.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706981922783906?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706981922783906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706981922783906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706980087099791</id><published>2006-12-26T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:03:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20120.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother wasnt supposed to be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706980087099791?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706980087099791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706980087099791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-brother-wasnt-supposed-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706956291533574</id><published>2006-12-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:59:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pimp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706956291533574?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706956291533574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706956291533574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-pimp.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706949755948432</id><published>2006-12-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:58:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim had this gigantic gucci bag. but we missed. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706949755948432?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706949755948432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706949755948432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/tim-had-this-gigantic-gucci-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116706926157690387</id><published>2006-12-26T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:54:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/church%20080.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/church%20080.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at nic's bimbotic victoria's secret plastic bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116706926157690387?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706926157690387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116706926157690387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/look-at-nics-bimbotic-victorias-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116703759936162892</id><published>2006-12-25T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:06:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! ok so yesterday was sunday. church time! after service and lunch and whatever. lala janelle and i (and some other people who came and went) slacked in the youth room because we couldnt be bothered to go home so lala and janelle finished up their cards and presents while i,being so efficient,having finished it all looongg ago, went to sleep. hahaha.then we had a bit of musical practice and jaime brought her sudoku book so jason marcus and i were at the back of the sanctuary doing sudoku puzzles. haha. until janelle chased us back to learn new steps for the musical. then went for dinner and YADA YADA. i dont even know why i type such small details like that. haha i think i just blog what i remember. ahahah.well we finally finished the musical after what seems like 1000 hours of practice over the weeks. and it was all good. like even though it wasnt like an amazing musical or whatever i still think we did well and like managed to convey the message of the birth of Jesus Christ to many new people :D so after the musical we just cam whored so much in the sanctuary like EVERYBODY. it was pretty fun and we exchanged gifts and cards and whatever thenn cabbed to sams house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to leave paragraphs because i think this entry is gonna be long. hahaa.well anyway we ate abit at sams house then evie lala beewhee and i just sat outside by the pond till the adults left and there was more space in the house and ya we did loads of crap like playing cards and and car racing games and what nots then after a while lala and i got bored so we went to open our presents! it was past 12 anyway. haha.i love pam's gift (: its so cute. i have a mini version of princess twinkle now! ya thennnnn we watched step up. freaking nice. then we went up to play more cards. haha kern is damn funny when he plays sandwich. thennn we went down to watch like ANOTHER movie. we watched monster house. shared the mattress with lala and janelle. i was so on the floor. ahaha. then i fell asleep watching it halfway then kern was near me and he was like snoring so i woke up. then i fell asleep again. then marcus turned and his back whacked me and i woke up. then i fell asleep again THEN janelle woke me up to say lala her rachel cassie and nat were going up. wha lao. then i was so awake already. so i just watched the rest of the movie with jess and zhi jie and shawn and sam i think. i dunno., and it ended at like.. 5.45am. hahah THEN after the credits sam came down and went " OKAY! im going for my morning exercise! who wants to come?" and we were just like omg.. it was like freaking 6am and i really thought he was gonna go then he went to the couch" no im justr kidding" hahaha.like wth man.so we just slept downstairs after the movie. i had a small couch to myself (: and yea we had macs breakfast after we woke up and blah blah blah. lala is SUCH an angry person when she sleeps. like omg. i dont want to sleep with her anymore. yes ok im rather tired im going to sleep. byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who made my christmas so special and for all the presents and cards too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116703759936162892?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116703759936162892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116703759936162892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-hello-ok-so-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116688845731543422</id><published>2006-12-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:40:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO THEREEEE!&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from church. musical tonight was pretty good (: we went at like 4 to practice and then i started fairydusting everyone. then we went for dinner and yea had musical. and everyone did really well. then after that we started cham whoring in the sanctuary. it was crazyyy. ok im not in a very bloggy mood now. merry early christmas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116688845731543422?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116688845731543422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116688845731543422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-thereeee-i-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116684991441287821</id><published>2006-12-23T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:58:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/1600/954975/maya%20and%20tay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7919/4067/320/352072/maya%20and%20tay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya and taylor (:&lt;br /&gt;webcamming with maya gives you a headache. like seriously. hahaha. she screams into the mic. but its fun. yea she was trying to show me her shirt which says "gymnast kick butt".they so do. hehe. and i was trying to play sudoku so i was replying her rather slowly and then she went SUDOKU IS EASSSSYY. fine. haha. ok i need to go write my christmas cards! christmas musical later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116684991441287821?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116684991441287821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116684991441287821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/maya-and-taylor-webcamming-with-maya.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116679688027627605</id><published>2006-12-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:14:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXYANA CHIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you're 15! like finally. sorry i couldnt go today ): but i'll see you sometime soon okays. the rest of the sex too! i havent seen all of you guys in ages. I MISS YOU GUYS! excpet yvonne who i just saw like.. yesterday. haha IIIIII will arrange a successful sex outing soon (: well. hope you'll like my very cool present and have a happy 15th birthday. im gonna be the first caller to wish you mans. LOVEESSS &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116679688027627605?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116679688027627605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116679688027627605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-sexyana-chia-youre-15.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116677170557636492</id><published>2006-12-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:15:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired but i still have to write cards and wrap presents and stuff. i need to persuade my mom to let me go out tonight ): i really wanna see julie and allie!! i havent seen them for like 1000 years ): blaaahhhh. today iw ent to my dad's office in the morning. its pretty cool. like we went into his court and everything. its empty now because they'r elike on vacation. but i still prefer the old court better ): this one's like so.. futurized. haha but oh well. then we went for lunch at pregos. its really yummy. then i was telling marcus about raffles city then he was like huh you're in raffles city? im here now too. haha coolness.  ok im going to sleep. hopefully i'll dream up a plan of how to persuade my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116677170557636492?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116677170557636492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116677170557636492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired-but-i-still-have-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116662965335370867</id><published>2006-12-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:47:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todayyyy i am broke. i met yvonne at tanglin mall in the morning to do some christmas shopping. i've missed you yvonne! and we went to town after that. although i feel quite accomplished, im broke. like i seriously have only 1 buck in my wallet.  but im efficient yes yvonne? haha. but we were so tired. then after that i met sam and my brother then they did christmas shopping and we bought htis. err.. cool thing for marcus and then sam and i were so tired we went upstairs to the beds section to um test out their beds while my brother was buyign stuff. king koil has damn comfy beds. i didnt want to ever get up. then we met cassie and janelle and lala for dinner at pepper lunch. HAHA before that when w ewere trying out the beds i was telling sam i wanna eta peppe lunch for dinner. then he said oh its not open. thats why its called pepper LUNCH. so i went ohh. like i was really disappointed. then he was actually kidding. and i freaking believed him. whatever man. haha. then we had macs ice cream. mcflurry! i have missed it. ok whatever im not in a blogging mood. im not in an anything mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116662965335370867?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116662965335370867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116662965335370867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/todayyyy-i-am-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116655168943143154</id><published>2006-12-20T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:08:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired and bore.d last night i had a freaking cold shower. because my house water is warmed by solar power but we do have a heater. just that we seldom use it because its so hot in singapore. andits been raining the past few days and of all days myheater chose not to work yesterday. i was freaking frozen. i slept in like 2 shirts.haha so today we hadmusical prac again. i do like to kill jess during our evil dance (: but i must say she doesnt make a very good dead person. hahaha. but its so funny because we're not supposed to move when the quartet's singing they're song but omg whenever jess and i look at each other we just burst out laughing.  natnat tim bel and i made up code names while at the hawker centre today. haha. and i think im good at keeping secrets. haha although i almost said something today i was like well.. er. i dont know. haha. (: im proud of me. and i think jess and cassie's mom is damn funny. she had supper with us and she's really super funny. haha oh well. im gonna have another freezing shower tonight ): sad case&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116655168943143154?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116655168943143154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116655168943143154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired-and-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116644857635355555</id><published>2006-12-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:29:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired to the max. i dont really know why. today was a wasted day. kinda. just went to keppel with my brother tim and pam and we met zhi yang and ben there. and then i was supposed to meet the sex but it was raining so hard we were kinda trapped so we played arcade and had lunch and it was still raining.so we gave up waiting and then we got stuck in the taxie queue for SERIOUSLY an hour. we all felt like dying. oh well. thanks tay for lunch and cab (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116644857635355555?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116644857635355555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116644857635355555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116641221249634516</id><published>2006-12-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:49:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 200TH BIRTHDAY MARCUS COW :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the second (: lala cheated me by one minute. during lala's birthday also he cheated me by one minute. next time im gonna be faster by 2 minutes. haha have a sweet 200th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im so tired. i just called pam and we both sounded like zombies. how sexy can we get.last night i played a very fun game with marcus and lala. secret.hahaha but it was dman fun we ended up sleeping at like 3? haha meeting the sex today(: jia allie and julie are coming back from bintan.hian yvonne! the we know wheres should go like hotel 81. haha ok i was kidding. im really bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116641221249634516?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116641221249634516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116641221249634516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-200th-birthday-marcus-cow-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116637645129429565</id><published>2006-12-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:27:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO TRAINING NEXT WEEK.although mr lim says there is mrs fern said there isnt. too bad. im not going. its unauthorised training.so anyway. went to church this morning. i like our dcg class (: we talk about meaningful stuff.and our lesson always ends with us talking about the book of revelations which freaking scary. anyway went for lunch at ban mian with lala. actually janelle and rachel too but they left for prac early. and beewhee's in malaysia ): yea then we went for musical; practice. and im doing a fight scene with jess in our evil dance. i cant fight for nuts. if someone attacks me i think i';ll just get punched in the face and die. aha then we went for supper/dinner with michelle sam uncle sam daryl tim teo my brother marcus and aaron. at CHEESE PRATA (: prata is good stuff. oh and zzie lent me raising helen to watch (: thanks lizz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116637645129429565?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116637645129429565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116637645129429565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-training-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116628396946131178</id><published>2006-12-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:46:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home alonneeee. how fun. yesterday i was too tired to get up for training. so i just slacked at home. then at night my dad brought me shopping. i bought heels from topshop. im sorry yvonne for having to go through my very LONG decision. haha. then we had jap food for dinner (: and yea. yesterday was boring. i got cut by the damned scotch tape holder. because i was reaching over for the ribbons and.. you know. its quite deep and ugly i must say.then today i had mr hengneh. he's so obvious he spoiled the surprise about my christmas present. THANSK YVONNE (: well i didnt even wrap his. so. we;re equal. hahaha. then went to gym. and gave nic and rachel their cool presents. haha.but gym wasnt very interesting today. although i did get one sticker (: so now i have TEN! yay. shared a cab back with avery after we went to the bakery. and i got these really cute and yummy pineapple tarts. omg. pineapple is liek officially my favourite fruit now. and then i had crystal jade fried rice for dinner. because noone else is home. and then i fell asleep after dinner for 2 hours while watching tv.and i woke up my leg was totally numb i couldnt even move it. i felt like dying. haha. now maria's asleep so i cant eat anymore ): i want pears ): bleugh. ok yay. sunday tmr. im packing my room now. 1/4 done! haha. cool yea i found all these things i forgot i had. and i even found my pencil case! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116628396946131178?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116628396946131178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116628396946131178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-home-alonneeee.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116611898235288126</id><published>2006-12-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:56:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me &lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;br /&gt;I don’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and &lt;br /&gt;never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard that on the radio. i like it,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116611898235288126?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116611898235288126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116611898235288126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-you-been-far-away-for-far-too.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116611220919382080</id><published>2006-12-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:03:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday lala!&lt;br /&gt;on tuesdayy went over to lala's house in the morning and i got lost so lala was directing me and pam was laughing at me. she was like face the road. no do you see 7-11 or og? where are you? maybank? oh ok turn around and go to maybank. then wehn i got out of the lift i was like eh shit where to go so i walked further and i saw this stupid pam pam laughing at me!yea anyway after that we went to orchard to eat pepper lunch (: oh with janelle too. and then after doing dont know what for a few hours we went back to pam's house and played scrabble. and i beat janelle by like 100 points. haha! yea and on wednesday after training i went to slows house to shower and met like 1000 church people in orchard to celebrate lala's birthdya. we played daytona because we were bored. zzie and i beat tim!! at first he was winning and the last round we beat him! it was so funny.he didnt dare play after that. yea then after that we got the room thingy and watched red eye and some of the guys were playing lan. then iwent to play counterstrike with them. that game rocks. hehe. darran bought like 400g of famous amos cookies just because jess and i told him too. wha. he's the coolest! then we went back to church for musical practice which was like fun as usual. and i collapsed on the benches and fell asleep. haha thankfully i had the cushion from the youth room but wafter i woke upo the side i was sleeping on was all sore. then janelle slept over last night. actually lala beewhee cassie pam and jess were supposed to come to. but then they all no tactic. at first they were allowed then when they called again they werent allowed. hahah oh well. then this morning janelle and i went to church to help put up christmas decos! with evelyn bel zzie and kimmie. but we were all so tired. then we had lunch and them musical practice again!! whee. ok yea. YVONNE'S FINALLY BACKK! WOOHOO. but i have no money. BUT STILL WOOHOO!. hehe. ok byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116611220919382080?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116611220919382080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116611220919382080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-there-happy-belated-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116585384036098914</id><published>2006-12-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:21:23.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reply to tags! &lt;br /&gt;janelle* you damn weird&lt;br /&gt;lala* ooh im going over tmr! haha&lt;br /&gt;zzie*ahah i know! damn sexy ya!braiding's fun!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;foong*relinked!&lt;br /&gt;qingyi* ahaha yea hello!&lt;br /&gt;tim*bimbo your head la. you himbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays hi! today. i stoned at home using the computer and eating ice cream. and then i went for training.after like a week. it felt so good after that.but then all these random bruises start popping out again. i just found one on my knee. haha.anyway met avery to get a cab. wow we got this humongous one. which was like a 8 seater. it was cool. haha. and it was raining (: training was umm. ok i guess. i learnt cartwheel-backtuck dismounts! its so fun. avery and i got a sticker for doing it without support of the block!! :D hehe. then i shared a cab back with rachel because lyd wasnt here and nicky went.. somewhere.and i was eating my clodhopper things so i went want one? so she took one and she continued taking more! haha she said they're really good but not very healthy. then after i finished the packet she was like see i just helped you eat some so you wont get so fat. haha oh well. io crave strawberry ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116585384036098914?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116585384036098914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116585384036098914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/reply-to-tags-janelle-you-damn-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116582217303658365</id><published>2006-12-11T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:57:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taken from zzie's blog (: hope you're better now mommy! i cant wait for more musical pracs. haah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.whats your current height?&lt;br /&gt;it was 162 but today i discovered that i think i grew because my head not touches the thing dangling from the kitchen door really easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. whats ur status?&lt;br /&gt;single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a super soaker. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had a mental disorder, what would be the cause of it?&lt;br /&gt;probably from like overdose of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many letters are in your crush's name?&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a crush. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;sleigh ride.[come on its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes during training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever done ecstasy?&lt;br /&gt;haha no/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. have u fought?&lt;br /&gt;ya i just had a pillow fight iwth lionel last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;kitchen knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;right now? raspberry shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Full initials?&lt;br /&gt;iczy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;i like church musical practices.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for yvonne to come back&lt;br /&gt;zzie and zzie are mean people. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought today?&lt;br /&gt;like nothing. i havent left the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name five drinks u regularly drink, in order most to least.&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;orange-pineapple juice!!!&lt;br /&gt;cheng tng&lt;br /&gt;apple and aloe&lt;br /&gt;chrysenthemum tea the packet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;10. because the aircon was too cold. but i fell asleep again after that for another 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you spell?&lt;br /&gt;um no i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;i dont exactly know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what im doing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY PLACES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you like to go now?&lt;br /&gt;no where. im so lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do u own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;um duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you think u'll be doing if i look psychic to u?&lt;br /&gt;i would be asking you to read my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do u burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;burn! so easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Yellow or blue?&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;aye aye captain. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Last time your cell rang?&lt;br /&gt;half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do u sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;i dont sing in the shower. i listen to music in the shower. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did u fear was going to get u at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;my clothes dont have pockets. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made u laugh?&lt;br /&gt;talking to zzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best comfort on bed u ever had?&lt;br /&gt;my mom! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury u've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;shin splints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. most frequent described character?&lt;br /&gt;weir,retarded,bimbo (i bet they're all not true though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do u have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know all my friends are loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;not so sure about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on u?&lt;br /&gt;erm. no comment. eww &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do u wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;cents and sensibility. haha and those with pretty colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What song did u last hear?&lt;br /&gt;gone so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12am last night ?&lt;br /&gt;on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.What was the first thing u thought of when u woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116582217303658365?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116582217303658365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116582217303658365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/taken-from-zzies-blog-hope-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116576981720745584</id><published>2006-12-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:56:57.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/SEXOFUS%20091.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/SEXOFUS%20091.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just uploaded pictures so these are like.. random. haha. thats babra by the way (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116576981720745584?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116576981720745584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116576981720745584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-i-just-uploaded-pictures-so-these.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36400856.post-116576972125286252</id><published>2006-12-11T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:55:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/320/SEXOFUS%20129.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/98/1997/350/SEXOFUS%20129.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey cartoon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36400856-116576972125286252?l=sugar-kisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116576972125286252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36400856/posts/default/116576972125286252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-kisses.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-cartoon.html' title=''/><author><name>izzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02547801025787982802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
