<?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-2317906866902304585</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:21:56.004+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='happenings'/><category term='in my head'/><category term='plans'/><category term='tags'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='memoirs'/><category term='ways to indulge'/><category term='emotional rollercoaster'/><category term='movies'/><category term='like whatever'/><category term='videos'/><category term='rants'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='dedications'/><category term='musings'/><category term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Yummy ;)</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd walk through fire for that boy. He haunts my dreams, he cannot bleed. I'll hold his hand, he'll set me free.
And I'll put my life in his hands, he'll tell me all his plans. As we walk down lover's lane, he gradually takes away my pain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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' 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Decode'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6643252794683726560</id><published>2008-11-03T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:30:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW Real OFFICIAL VIDEO Paramore- Official REAL MUSIC Video for Decode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kESPpzDCssE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kESPpzDCssE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6643252794683726560?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6643252794683726560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6643252794683726560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6643252794683726560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6643252794683726560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-real-official-video-paramore.html' title='NEW Real OFFICIAL VIDEO Paramore- Official REAL MUSIC Video for Decode'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8483320636658757600</id><published>2008-11-03T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:28:28.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decode Official Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kESPpzDCssE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kESPpzDCssE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OME OME OME OME OME!&lt;br /&gt;OYJ OYJ OYJ OYJ OYJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight's official soundtrack's official video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8483320636658757600?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8483320636658757600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8483320636658757600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8483320636658757600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8483320636658757600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/11/decode-official-video.html' title='Decode Official Video!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4818300430220976743</id><published>2008-08-31T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:04:53.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Redirect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be using this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trishateo.com"&gt;www.trishateo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish to continue reading my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;While you're at it, link me if you haven't yet and relink me if you have already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4818300430220976743?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4818300430220976743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4818300430220976743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4818300430220976743'/><link rel='self' 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center;"&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;So today was the start of the end of the 1 week we had free. So the boredom of the holidays messed with me a tad bit and my brain went into time out and I lulled my way through the week. I think I had brain spasms from the lack of brain activity causing horrible headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine now either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty uneventful day in school. I had cramps that caused me to be all weak and pained. Classes were boring as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, our assignment was to write a poem on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I were in a group so we went to a table in the library. After a couple of minutes of nonsensical crapping and bongo ala table hitting, we got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we tried the whole, emotional expressive poem but the holiday and brain spasms caused us to be mentally retarded at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we did it, so lo and behold. The poem we wrote in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{590BF592-3105-4E8A-92B7-C9FC10BB03AB}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Independence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span id="{504BCC63-F384-4877-AB66-1FC45AFE786B}" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trisha Teo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tevaneea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{52309107-0E4B-46A2-A72E-1BB79E996AE3}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chicken curry laksa sambal tumis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{6C7D0A99-3FB1-415E-A12B-365800060B3E}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally get the chance to choose this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{231E87D9-D852-49BD-B053-8DA5A7484A37}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everytime I eat, my mother scolds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{85CE9AD6-6237-41EB-B444-D2C5328CA14C}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All she wants me to eat are veggies and green peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{F0AD794B-59C6-4A5E-A031-5CFAFE1FD84E}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the tables are turned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{1F3231BC-2DE4-49A2-A86E-00D2CBA43AC6}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I tell her what to eat in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{FF8B1371-E1DF-4778-82A3-2C204E4B4ABF}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that she's old and grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{3299098B-963B-485B-AB70-F48E3E4F991A}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She has good food everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{1D0F4430-F18D-481E-BFFB-1BBC075FCC5B}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Green curry, tom yam and fried fish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{35D35E70-AE9C-4943-97CC-E9587A8C8541}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nasi lemak, lobsters, whatever I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{43A8BF72-135A-432B-957C-523FCC14D3D5}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She likes it too, she cannot lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{743DCCB9-12AA-4356-9A78-996F405F7F38}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anything I order, she always tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{E11C5820-E942-4FDC-B06F-C14B7EB39423}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After all these years of eating healthy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{095350C2-3A69-418C-9C7C-A48360454D43}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm finally independant and wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{B82D93D5-7575-482F-A093-ACAD12D7A678}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus, I'm finally free to eat whatever I choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{6CECA20E-4C1C-494B-B0EE-875173E280B2}" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My mother agrees with my choices too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="{F63B4454-6104-4D08-9334-A3C056C50D25}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="{D62AF228-AB9D-4C56-94FD-453109422364}" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6905928919793938479?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6905928919793938479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6905928919793938479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6905928919793938479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6905928919793938479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-so-today-was-start-of-end-of-1-week.html' title='Independence!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7640452489045614497</id><published>2008-08-23T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:43:11.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Good Deeds ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WeiYing &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charity Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Form 3 boys and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FuiJinn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda &lt;/span&gt;came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were volunteers. Supposed to help out anyone who needs help that day. We took orders from the big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;lady.&lt;br /&gt;She was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BIG MEAN YELLOW LADY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept yelling at us, and she didn't know where to put us. By the time she finally put me somewhere, it was bloody weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to do help with a stall so I went to ask the girl there what I was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Er, hi, do you need any help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Uhm, that lady told me help you out here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you SPEAK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-glare-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..oh shit, nevermind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went to join Amelia and WeiYing at their stall since my boss refused to talk to me, so we were sitting there like a bunch of idiots. Soon enough, people actually started buying stuff so it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, so as some of you would know, I have a MORBID fear of clowns. Since I was a wee little baby, I hated clowns. They're just ugly. It had nothing to do with the shows we watched or the stories people told about clowns. I hated them coz they looked scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, was horrible, partly because of the stupid clown. Yes clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SLApdWkGx3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/etdnRNH6mqM/s1600-h/2007_08_07clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SLApdWkGx3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/etdnRNH6mqM/s320/2007_08_07clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237731950881851250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wasn't the clown today. This is just a random clown.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a picture of today's clown coz I hate clowns. Clowns are fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this clown, wouldn't freaking leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept following me and bugging me and flirting with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"I take this, I take this, I take this, I take this and since you're so cute and so nice, I don't need to pay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"So how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Want a balloon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Can I see this? Can I? Can I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Aiyah, dowan la, after break."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"You don't talk much.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..don't like clowns.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"I'm not a full-time clown~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"You're a clown now, I don't like clowns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"So you don't like me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..don't like clowns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"awh.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sad face-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zOMG, so bloody irritating that clown. With all that makeup and paint on his face, he still had the guts to flirt! I salute you, fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he left me alone. Eventually, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I went to Central with my parents. Yes, parents, meaning BOTH of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. Chen&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. Chen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, she remembers my name, class, bro and the clubs I joined and the things I've done. Hahaha. Yes, I so love that lil old lady down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7640452489045614497?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7640452489045614497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7640452489045614497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7640452489045614497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7640452489045614497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-deeds.html' title='Good Deeds ;)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SLApdWkGx3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/etdnRNH6mqM/s72-c/2007_08_07clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7115954576924566311</id><published>2008-08-23T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:23:32.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>JammyJAMJAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're prolly boarding soon, and yeah, I'm glad you called me. Makes me feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm sorry I've been distant, there's just been tons of stuff going on. But this isn't about me. I would like to remind you not to forget to eat and all that, ending up in the hospital, not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you like HECK, although I don't see you often but knowing you're ages and ages away till there's a time difference, isn't much comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of goodbyes, but I'll talk to you ALL THE TIME as usual, you'll be my person when all my other persons aren't there, you'll be my person even when my persons are there. Oh I hope you'll be fine. Tell me if people bully you, I send cockroach to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll cope, you always do. You survive and I'm proud of you for that.&lt;br /&gt;You came a LONG way since we first met and I'm happy to have been a part of that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;more than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything and have fun okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7115954576924566311?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7115954576924566311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7115954576924566311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7115954576924566311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7115954576924566311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/jammyjamjam.html' title='JammyJAMJAM'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6213656287456923753</id><published>2008-08-22T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:02:00.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>15 about ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;do the tag I was asked to do so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I forget to eat sometimes, I get so preoccupied I forget I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a habit of talking and not realizing I'm talking. Yeah, I talk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I swear for no reason. Yeah, pretty vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm obsessive compulsive. I feel the need to keep adjusting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I have a weird way of playing Solitaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My music, needs to be completely organized or I'll be very unhappy, no seriously, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. My mood swings are unhealthy and scary. I can be fine one moment and pissed off the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a boob, butt, hand and tummy fetish. Yes, I have a lot of fetishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. I hate it when people smear water on tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I overreact and exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i.e : There's a roach on the wall and I run screaming into my parents/brothers room and talk about how it's the end of the world coz the roaches have come for revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. I'm allergic to irritating people/things. I actually get itchy when I'm irritated. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like beer. Haha, tons of my friends don't coz it tastes like liquid rice to them, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. I suddenly laugh when its too silent coz I don't like the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm possessive. I like things mine and I won't go down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. I like nerdy looking boys. HAHAH. Yeah the glasses and the post braces look. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want proof on statement 15? Hahaha, NO problem. PM me to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you x10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6213656287456923753?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6213656287456923753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6213656287456923753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6213656287456923753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6213656287456923753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-finally-do-tag-i-was-asked-to-do.html' title='15 about ME.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8601370220748805899</id><published>2008-08-22T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:17:44.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I killed a mosquito, now I have blood on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BLOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's blood? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOO HAR HAR, you BITE me, I kill you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeeHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I definitely need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what I did today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of a glass of milk. The wallpaper of my phone, is a glass of milk. I know what you're thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Boy, Trish is SO coool! Taking pictures of milk."&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha, don't fret young ones, you can be cool like me too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, relax, stop screaming in desperation, I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, wait. My leg is numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, so how can you be cool like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go take a picture of your own glass of milk and use it as a wallpaper for your phone! Then tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get one of 2 reactions from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaction 1&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"OMG YOU'RE SO COOL! I'm so effing honoured to be in your presence OH GREAT ONE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaction 2&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fucker, why you copy me for? Takau arh?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh TIUUUU I'm so lame today &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the MOST mou liu I've ever been. So disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8601370220748805899?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8601370220748805899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8601370220748805899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8601370220748805899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8601370220748805899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-killed-mosquito-now-i-have-blood-on.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2259338456466113942</id><published>2008-08-21T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:29:07.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Bans Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/dtJKiWMFFmE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/dtJKiWMFFmE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's our country they're talking about alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the comments on youtube left for us. Ahahaha, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I have to agree with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Kasparian&lt;/span&gt;, how the heck is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; TOO sexy? Oh puhleese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's no jumping and shouting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;c'mon, lets all pay money to go sit and chant the Quran under our breaths. Our government would approve of that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, ban &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril&lt;/span&gt;. Don't let her perform.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be on a one-way ticket out of here in no time if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I'm pissy. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2259338456466113942?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2259338456466113942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2259338456466113942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2259338456466113942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2259338456466113942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/malaysia-bans-avril-lavigne.html' title='Malaysia Bans Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5822944025158975130</id><published>2008-08-20T23:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:21:41.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs'/><title type='text'>Hee :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohkay, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt; did not beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lin Dan&lt;/span&gt;, who also happens to be the World's BEST Badminton Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. C'mon people, we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We don't win much.&lt;br /&gt;He put us on the map at least ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm proud of you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt;! Don't be upset, another 4 years of practice and you'll make it eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith, unlike SOME people. Hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.HotBod&lt;/span&gt;, yeah. Remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.HotBod&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his name, he had many nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.HotBod&lt;/span&gt; (although there was really nothing special about his body) I wonder why I gave him that name.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WohSeung &lt;/span&gt;(I think that means monk) He was bald at one point, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ThatChineseBreakdancingGuy&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, he was only good at a couple of moves but he was good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, I don't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's still pretty cute too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, everything has been SO boring.&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes LOVE me. Yeah, I'm loved by those tiny lil bloodsuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that movie got me on the edge of the seat. So sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forest Whitaker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brendan Fraser&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Bacon&lt;/span&gt; star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKxAdxiyP6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/sfFFI_D6tYc/s1600-h/theairibreathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKxAdxiyP6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/sfFFI_D6tYc/s320/theairibreathe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236631346984664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, some might say it wasn't a good movie, but I panik like shit lo.&lt;br /&gt;It left me feeling a bit, sad tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay. Seriously I think I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5822944025158975130?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5822944025158975130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5822944025158975130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5822944025158975130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5822944025158975130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/hee.html' title='Hee :)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKxAdxiyP6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/sfFFI_D6tYc/s72-c/theairibreathe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1790043101499159768</id><published>2008-08-16T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:00:15.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Hero ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKbq2Oxng7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8BCVISkSr2M/s1600-h/LCW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKbq2Oxng7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8BCVISkSr2M/s320/LCW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235129834264822706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man gives us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good on you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt;! You're doing us proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go for gold :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1790043101499159768?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1790043101499159768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1790043101499159768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1790043101499159768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1790043101499159768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/hero.html' title='Hero ;)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKbq2Oxng7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8BCVISkSr2M/s72-c/LCW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1078958882483623800</id><published>2008-08-16T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:43:13.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>It's DavidA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/OBiW44cWu4c" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hee! x) I so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1078958882483623800?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1078958882483623800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1078958882483623800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1078958882483623800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1078958882483623800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-davida.html' title='It&apos;s DavidA!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7030335900413643675</id><published>2008-08-15T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:05:55.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Obsessive Compulsive much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a case of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's proven by my brother who is a bachelor of Psychology. He has a degree to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bedsheets were all messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him to get up and leave the room. Then I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fixed his sheets&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;folded his clothes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reorganized his CD collection&lt;/span&gt; and I put everything in order, for him, my dear dear brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm arranging his CD's in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alphabetical order&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so nice, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MPH &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuetLing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;kept taking out birthday cards and forgetting where she got them. So she'd randomly stick it in any compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept scolding her and taking it back out and hunting for the original place..which was NOT easy. They had to drag me away because I wouldn't leave until everything was organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;'s house and tidied her wardrobe for her. I folded everything and put it back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and just YESTERDAY. I came home and I was so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I entered my room to find my bed in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;SO I started smoothing out the creases and folding the quilts and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was calling me down for lunch, so I went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"What were you doing in your room for so long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"She was folding her blankets because everything is SO MESSY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Didn't kakak do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we call my maid Kak. You should too if you ever come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah she did, but I went and messed it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he grins his stupid gummy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, I am, obsessive compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;So SUE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you knowww, when I play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solitaire&lt;/span&gt;, my cards have to be in this order :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPADES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLUBS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAMONDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ0qzUfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jPM8rankl1k/s1600-h/ace-of-spades.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ0qzUfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jPM8rankl1k/s200/ace-of-spades.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234741218615972338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ6UKf_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Jk26A4VyK_I/s1600-h/ace-of-hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ6UKf_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Jk26A4VyK_I/s200/ace-of-hearts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234741220131635186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ5vPm2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/dGFzfd6-cKg/s1600-h/ace-of-clubs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ5vPm2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/dGFzfd6-cKg/s200/ace-of-clubs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234741219976780642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJaNkWuXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gKPWaoeQFVQ/s1600-h/ace-of-diamonds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJaNkWuXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gKPWaoeQFVQ/s200/ace-of-diamonds.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234741225299818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, like that. And even when I'm stacking the cards up. It has to be in order. Like, I wont put the 2 of hearts if I haven't put the 2 of spades yet.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I rarely win at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solitaire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also refuse to play the games that aren't in order, it'll bug me too much and I'd restart the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate spills on the table. I'd be SO tempted to wipe it clean.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends put the food they don't want on the table, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want the veggies so she put it on the table. I refused to look at it, I would've cleaned it up if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I also don't understand how people can eat ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting auntier by the second.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I also hate it when people pronounce things wrong and spell things wrong. They agitate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7030335900413643675?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7030335900413643675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7030335900413643675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7030335900413643675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7030335900413643675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/obsessive-compulsive-much.html' title='Obsessive Compulsive much?'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKWJZ0qzUfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jPM8rankl1k/s72-c/ace-of-spades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7129388172164609062</id><published>2008-08-15T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:08:31.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>My Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What song makes you think about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last day of high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Time Of Our Life by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crush by David Archuleta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your highschool buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Low by T-Pain ft Flo Rider/Crank That (Soulja Boy) by Soulja Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your favourite holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas Wish by Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brown Eyes by Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your first break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going Crazy by Natalie [no, seriously, that song played ALL the time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you realise u made the wrong decision about someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;showering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Born For this by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't Forget To Remember Me by Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your most memorable experience with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Footprints In The Sand - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag &lt;/span&gt;:- everyone who's anyone who's with someone and all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7129388172164609062?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7129388172164609062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7129388172164609062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7129388172164609062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7129388172164609062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-song-makes-you-think-about-last.html' title='My Soundtrack'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1771462941519297177</id><published>2008-08-14T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:05:57.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs'/><title type='text'>Mine for a just day :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a dog, they called him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mocha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I know, such a gay ass name.&lt;br /&gt;So we changed his name to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;NorNor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPxz5V1RkI/AAAAAAAAATs/3TwmFVHmm5U/s1600-h/Trish+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPxz5V1RkI/AAAAAAAAATs/3TwmFVHmm5U/s400/Trish+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234293065802663490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPx0eDcvyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MO6c_XuXpSM/s1600-h/Trish+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPx0eDcvyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MO6c_XuXpSM/s400/Trish+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234293075657670434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;veryyyyy cute, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;beh-tahan-wanna-squish&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPx0CjINcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bdsNBIDMSTA/s1600-h/Trish+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPx0CjINcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bdsNBIDMSTA/s400/Trish+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234293068274349506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;had to go because a certain obnoxious small boy refused to go to school if he didn't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;was sent away to please the likes of an obnoxious idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzBdAMQII/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rz6dZZ_auzc/s1600-h/Trish+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzBdAMQII/AAAAAAAAAUM/Rz6dZZ_auzc/s400/Trish+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234294398225498242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzBDquUTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OKZlrDC07Zo/s1600-h/Trish+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzBDquUTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OKZlrDC07Zo/s400/Trish+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234294391424569650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we kiss kiss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzkl-BEEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PUWwx96Bez8/s1600-h/Trish+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPzkl-BEEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PUWwx96Bez8/s400/Trish+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234295001927716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;kiss kiss us bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKP0N7ODkDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HKc5_BIbNy4/s1600-h/Trish+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKP0N7ODkDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HKc5_BIbNy4/s400/Trish+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234295712006770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor &lt;/span&gt;emo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NorNor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1771462941519297177?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1771462941519297177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1771462941519297177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1771462941519297177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1771462941519297177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/mine-for-just-day.html' title='Mine for a just day :('/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKPxz5V1RkI/AAAAAAAAATs/3TwmFVHmm5U/s72-c/Trish+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6461886712449694696</id><published>2008-08-13T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:52:01.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Doomsday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A 17 year olds greatest nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when panic runs deep and we fear for our lives. Yeah, I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people click and click and search for answers, some people type and type. Others wait.&lt;br /&gt;The papers publish the names of those who are doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to public baths&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting food&lt;br /&gt;Rolling around on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Ugly uniforms&lt;br /&gt;No contact with civilization&lt;br /&gt;No phones, gundams, internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING but guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDte1hHOI/AAAAAAAAATU/8y3bXop08Ss/s1600-h/NS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDte1hHOI/AAAAAAAAATU/8y3bXop08Ss/s400/NS1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960903096999138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That one also cannot shoot everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDts4_WGI/AAAAAAAAATc/EoqJQo2J0AE/s1600-h/NS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDts4_WGI/AAAAAAAAATc/EoqJQo2J0AE/s400/NS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960906869659746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do monkey bars to save my life, I'd prolly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDt6zCb3I/AAAAAAAAATk/AptxGDTnjB0/s1600-h/NS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDt6zCb3I/AAAAAAAAATk/AptxGDTnjB0/s400/NS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233960910602792818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Results are out tomorrow, 14th August, check your newspapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type NS&lt;space&gt;(leave a space)IC number&lt;br /&gt;and send to 33995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, if you're wondering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get selected. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I would've died. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6461886712449694696?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6461886712449694696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6461886712449694696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6461886712449694696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6461886712449694696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday?'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SKLDte1hHOI/AAAAAAAAATU/8y3bXop08Ss/s72-c/NS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1092640643092238108</id><published>2008-08-10T00:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:45:56.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Going back to yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention how gorgeous the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijing Olympics 2008 Opening Ceremony&lt;/span&gt; was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days are so afraid to be chinese, so ashamed of recognizing their history and their ancestors who had resided in China. People are so afraid of being apart of the old ways. Everyone is moving forward towards the new ways, the technology, the lifestyles, the labels. They forget the old ways, they forget culture and history. Many years from now, people will revert back to the old ways. You can study the things of the past and even in 20 to 50 years, you can never go wrong with your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is there for a reason, not because we don't wanna be doomed to repeat it, or because we wanna seem smarter than the other person. History is there to remind us where we came from, that the world does not revolve around us. That the world still became something before we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ3HlqR3L3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZvWjoc89nLQ/s1600-h/dinoooo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ3HlqR3L3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZvWjoc89nLQ/s400/dinoooo%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557791892680562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not about the clubbing or the drinking or the best phones and the coolest computers or even the glamorous clothes. It's about knowing where you stand and realizing that even with all that, you're not very cool after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ3Ib3vERKI/AAAAAAAAATM/Q1SVjkIuqG0/s1600-h/OBS004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ3Ib3vERKI/AAAAAAAAATM/Q1SVjkIuqG0/s400/OBS004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232558723217769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets go back, back to the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;back to when the earth, the sun, the stars,&lt;br /&gt;all aligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yah LAR, I know I damn aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1092640643092238108?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1092640643092238108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1092640643092238108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1092640643092238108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1092640643092238108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-back-to-yesterday.html' title='Going back to yesterday'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ3HlqR3L3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZvWjoc89nLQ/s72-c/dinoooo%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8265162410349423860</id><published>2008-08-09T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:21:43.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Of BENS and Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, finally! Internet connection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'BEN-face'&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah it was pretty random of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ2nzJ885qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qQtR_dJwlCI/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ2nzJ885qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qQtR_dJwlCI/s400/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232522839361119906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so he does it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, school. There was an interact meeting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell &lt;/span&gt;was teaching me how to dance. If you could call it dancing at that moment, I was just being flung around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept yelling &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"New York!"&lt;/span&gt; and I had no idea how that worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakai &lt;/span&gt;just HAD to embarrass me during the meeting. I also taught &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AmyJ &lt;/span&gt;to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;iYaHn&lt;/span&gt;~!' the invigilator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun, there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuetLing&lt;/span&gt;'s party and the unbreakable cake. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ChorDaiDi &lt;/span&gt;with the guys. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poooned &lt;/span&gt;kao kao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong &lt;/span&gt;DANCED! and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FungTat &lt;/span&gt;too. Gosh it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But put aside all that, I know there are a couple of people who need to know whats been up with me, mainly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JammyGANGANGAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, my week totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are going thru this silent warfare, where we don't talk and he hates me. Apparently, I'm dead to him.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has endless love towards him so they both deemed me evil. Everything just changed as soon as my birthday ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became retarded and stopped eating, barely slept and was practically a walking zombie. I kept quiet when people yelled at me and smiled when I was asked to. Pathetic really. Daphne and Teva just watched helplessly as I slowly attempted to murder myself. At some point they tried to get me to get a grip and just suck it up, but no, they failed. There were moments in class where I just started to cry like some idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was forced to walk home, in the rain. Like an idiot. It's a really stupid long story and I've told you about it already and all you told me was to get a grip and suck it up. I understand that I should get a grip and suck it up so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my grip and sucked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed to talk to me. I was pretty much caught up in my own world, selfishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jamms &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daph's phone got confiscated, she got it back already and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEANUT COW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a picture of him and post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and all you readers who know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAKAI&lt;/span&gt;, pleaseeee remind him, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peanut Cow&lt;/span&gt; is wayyyyyyyyy cuter than Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogs don't go QuackQuackQuack and Cows don't go BOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renesmee &lt;/span&gt;is a stupid name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows, it's a very mean and nasty place, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life, but it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-Rocky Balboa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and told myself to protect my heart,&lt;br /&gt;everyday I lose a little bit of my dignity because of the things I say or do or the way I act. I lose a little bit of my dignity because of all the bullshit I've heard or seen, because of the way people look at me.&lt;br /&gt;But that's all gone now, I don't care about the way people look at me, I don't look at them very nicely either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8265162410349423860?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8265162410349423860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8265162410349423860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8265162410349423860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8265162410349423860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-bens-and-bullshit.html' title='Of BENS and Bullshit'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJ2nzJ885qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qQtR_dJwlCI/s72-c/IMG_0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3153322134998966432</id><published>2008-08-03T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:50:54.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways to indulge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Happy 17th, you ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yeah, today being uneventful so far, isn't half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what I got,&lt;br /&gt;I got my own room :) it's all mine, finally.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's missing is mirrors :)&lt;br /&gt;I also got the coolest surprise for the coolest best friend ever! Although I did cry because my friends wouldn't tell me what was happening and I was seriously having a bout of freak outs and paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hmmmmm :) this too x)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJVv2VYxqjI/AAAAAAAAASk/O9X5i16KS9o/s1600-h/iphoneJune102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJVv2VYxqjI/AAAAAAAAASk/O9X5i16KS9o/s400/iphoneJune102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230209521505380914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyuuuuu Jammy for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with my best friends and eat Thai food after ages of craving.&lt;br /&gt;I got a really good day with the most important people in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call at midnight that totally made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you everyone, for your wishes and your gifts and your company.&lt;br /&gt;You've made my 17th birthday the best I could ask for ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3153322134998966432?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3153322134998966432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3153322134998966432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3153322134998966432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3153322134998966432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-17th-you.html' title='Happy 17th, you ;)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SJVv2VYxqjI/AAAAAAAAASk/O9X5i16KS9o/s72-c/iphoneJune102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4174908058747725475</id><published>2008-08-03T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:33:14.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Daphy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trisha's&lt;/span&gt; best friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;Today's the ah moi's birthday and I'm sleeping over at her place.&lt;br /&gt;She's feeling really sad today cuz she couldn't the perfect jeans. They are either ugly, too big or they don't fit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and we made our own 'cocktail'. It's apricot brandy mix with ginger ale. And it taste quite nice. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooh, and she got an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;iphone 3G&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So cool right???&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when am I gonna get mine, then we have matching phones. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;shakes her leg when she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's funnayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trisha&lt;/span&gt;'s super awesome strawberries and cream room.&lt;br /&gt;It's red and beige and quite big. Bigger than mine la.&lt;br /&gt;She's got this cool spotlight thingy and it's colourful.&lt;br /&gt;I suka! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking Dawn's &lt;/span&gt;only coming out in Malaysia on August 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; tipu me. She said it'll be out on August 2nd, but she didn't say only in the states.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the movie will even come out in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't wanna type anymore junk.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I'll log into her blog again one day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4174908058747725475?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4174908058747725475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4174908058747725475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4174908058747725475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4174908058747725475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/daphy.html' title='Daphy :)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2241649159224185605</id><published>2008-08-02T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:38:01.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Jasper Kukinawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is ready, my room is ready. Happy happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having the weirdest dreams ever since I moved in to my room. It was that bad, I actually woke up crying. The next day was a really good dream. Then there's the one about the snakes ripping the other snake's head off and that young hot Indiana Jones like dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I'm still alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2241649159224185605?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2241649159224185605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2241649159224185605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2241649159224185605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2241649159224185605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/08/jasper-kukinawa.html' title='Jasper Kukinawa'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7044359746802491487</id><published>2008-07-27T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:51:06.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Back from the ABYSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After ages of being MIA. I'm here. Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason : The house has been such a mess and my brother took the laptop to work everyday so I haven't been able to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a tad bit restless at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JEREMYGAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you like crazy and I went almost psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've had issues and NOONE to talk to and I've been so caught up with your present and everything and yeah. I read your blog, how can you assume I've been too busy to miss you? I think about you on a daily basis. So feel proud my sayang, I love you lots lots.&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-input nice picture of Jammy which I do not happen to have-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh please, I missed you, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, school was incredibly funny on Friday. We being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph, Mamai, Teva, SuetLing&lt;/span&gt; and I made a pact, we were supposed to act like we got into a fight in front of a certain kepochi. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WeiYing &lt;/span&gt;were in on the thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had our fun and prefects were late for class, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MissFaFa &lt;/span&gt;wanted to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;. So I entered the Physics lab after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and sat at a different table. Then mustering that angry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Teva! Miss Faridah wants to see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-glare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;grabs her tudung and starts laughing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;starts laughing, I turn away to try to stop myself from laughing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've been very convincing since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MrLim &lt;/span&gt;said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Trisha, what's wrong? Why so angry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Leave it sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why la?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Just leave it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Girls and their problems..tsktsk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then texts came flooding into my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"HAHAHAHAHA"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuetLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"You scold me, I wanna laugh."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"So awkward!"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"HAHAHA, that SuetLing keeps glaring at me, I cannot tahan."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at class we separated our tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day went on like that.&lt;br /&gt;So stresssss!&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried coz I emo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s place, then back to mine. We got ready and off to the party.&lt;br /&gt;No offence, it wasn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside almost getting raped on the dance floor, I was in a pretty bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;left early, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph, SuetLing &lt;/span&gt;and I ditched halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was better. Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially moved in to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself slowly disconnecting myself from my parents, as if I'm growing up. First I couldn't wait, now I don't feel like sleeping in the new room. I keep thinking about what I'd feel when I'm leaving the country or moving out or just growing up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;feels the same I guess, since she doesn't want me to sleep there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my house, it's almost done and it's really nice. Just one more day of renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my camera :(&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I stopped moving. To me, time stopped, I totally stopped in a moment. But in reality, time kept going on, even without me it moved on. I just realized how much I've missed in that period of time where I zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;for bringing me back. Except I'm not so sure I want to come back. I liked stopping, I felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, MalaysianDreamgirl my ass.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7044359746802491487?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7044359746802491487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7044359746802491487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7044359746802491487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7044359746802491487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-abyss.html' title='Back from the ABYSS!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3222378195846147767</id><published>2008-07-21T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:29:54.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School again tomorrow, I don't wanna go, am SO lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3222378195846147767?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3222378195846147767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3222378195846147767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3222378195846147767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3222378195846147767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4725552629085088971</id><published>2008-07-20T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:21:38.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You arrived at my door, I hadn't yet known who you were or what you did. I accepted you and brought you to sit at the table with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jolt of excitement spun through me as I thought what you would have been. Even though I already knew, I was only even more elated to have you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a knife, slowly and gently I put my hands on the box that enclosed you, I sliced the parting of the box, it ripped in a neat straight line.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out another box.&lt;br /&gt;This had you all over it. I took out all the casings and I had found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and silvery blue, smooth and cool to my touch. My heart beat violently as wave after wave of euphoria engulfed me. Like ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered the knobs and the nooks and crannies. Silvery blue on the front, black at the back. It was beauty to my eyes, anything I could ever ask for at the moment was right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened you up, put life in you and turned you on for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris &lt;/span&gt;together. Capturing memories. We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;You were so tired on our first day there. You had shut off on me. I wasn't surprised, you were my trusty companion throughout the whole trip. We went many other places, I even brought you to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never neglected you, took extra care of you. You were perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school, I couldn't have done anything about it. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4725552629085088971?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4725552629085088971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4725552629085088971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4725552629085088971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4725552629085088971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7991630263340874423</id><published>2008-07-19T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:33:20.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Falling, yes I keep falling &amp; he keeps calling me back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's in her zone, with her friends. Everyone is talking, everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;She stares blankly forward, her hands by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;His hand finds hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's surprised and she stops functioning. Her mind goes blank and her heart races. In that moment, she doesn't know what to do, she flinches and retreats back into her shell. She grips her hands tightly. Instantly, a wave of regret overcomes her. She looks at him from the corner of her eye, shy. He seems oblivious to it all, as if he hadn't done anything. She gently moves her hand and touches his. He hesitates so she links her pinky to his. Realizing she wasn't going to push him away this time, he lets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Their fingers entwine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again her heart begins to beat so furiously, she forgets to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;He has that effect on her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tiny hands in his, they fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;This is where she wants to stay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grip is strong but gentle.&lt;br /&gt;She loves him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's over. She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;hears from him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met, he's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've just seen a face&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Beatles&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/2317906866902304585-7991630263340874423?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7991630263340874423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7991630263340874423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7991630263340874423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7991630263340874423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-yes-i-keep-falling-he-keeps.html' title='Falling, yes I keep falling &amp; he keeps calling me back again'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3150321123174055159</id><published>2008-07-19T08:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:07:09.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Nyaaam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday was pretty awesome. I named my elephant &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cau-chan&lt;/span&gt; [inspired by a Cincau can]. We started taking pictures of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cau-chan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mika-chan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eli-chan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;YingYing&lt;/span&gt;. I've prolly lost you there, they're stuff &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;and I hang on our pencil cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;has the pictures, will upload them once she's sent them over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Editorial room to finish up my work. Creating a new page for the magazine + laggy computer took about 45 minutes to an hour. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WeiYing &lt;/span&gt;and I were late for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. We had totally skipped all his time except maybe the last 15 mintues. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;on the stairs, he exaggerated on how deep in shit we were and entered class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.Siva&lt;/span&gt; wasn't happy, so we got it for 'truancy' although I wouldn't call it truancy if we went to class anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak session after school as usual. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong &lt;/span&gt;joined. Then off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;'s place since mine was so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hi again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;Bye again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;left her keys.&lt;br /&gt;She went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad hated the pink room, so it's repainted and it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WeiYing &lt;/span&gt;came over to pass me my pendrive and new assignments. She left a note saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;En.Redzuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; said the pages very nice, just need to make some minor changes here and there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner, which I almost nearly puked out afterwards because of that stupid lady blowing smoke in my face. Like literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educate your kids woman. They sitting right there in the baby chair, screaming their lungs out for attention and you're blowing smoke at them and the people in the background. When it comes to smoking in front of 4 year olds, every parent should know to go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah. That's it, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3150321123174055159?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3150321123174055159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3150321123174055159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3150321123174055159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3150321123174055159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyaaam.html' title='Nyaaam.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1567614732788173990</id><published>2008-07-15T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:07:38.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Bow down to your ROYAL HIGHNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todaaayy, I had fun and was not bored to tears during BM.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puteri Hang Li Po&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. I guess my classmates thought it fit me coz she's some 18 year old seductress from China and also the 4th wife of the sultan of Melaka. I don't know HOW that fits me, but I went out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood in front of class and the assignments was so answer yes or no questions.&lt;br /&gt;The class would ask me questions about my role and my characteristics and I would answer Yes or No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read the story, so I HAD NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Adakah anda seorang yang suka pada lelaki yang lain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "Are you one that is interested in OTHER men?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasp- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"ERRRR, yahhh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Adakah anda seorang yang cantik?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "Are you beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAHAHAH OF COURSE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Adakah anda menggoda Hang Jebat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "Did you seduce Hang Jebat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"..what the fuck?"&lt;/span&gt; -stares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Its in the book!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohh, yeah, I seduced him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Ahhhh, DIA MENGAKU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "SHE ADMITS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Adakah warna mata anda perang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "Are your eyes brown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Uhm yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Dia tak tau warna mata sendiri."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it was black and twinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was supposed to ask the class what they thought I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they lectured me on how I should be loyal to my husband and not seduce other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn.Sawiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cikgu, Sultan tu ada 4 isteri, mengapa saya dapat satu suami saje?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she scold me for trying to be funny ~_~&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN CANNOT BE GREEDY, MEN CAN BE HORNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's your lesson for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titus &lt;/span&gt;was Sultan Mansor Syah, my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;asked him &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Tuanku, adakah anda mencintai Puteri Hang Li Po?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : "Do you love Puteri Hang Li Po?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Tak, dia isteri sampingan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got it from me KAU K AU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong &lt;/span&gt;was Hang Jebat, the guy I was in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng &lt;/span&gt;for the AddMath project :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back, finished up my Editorial work. Met that stalker guy that took my picture on Sports Day when I was eating. My room, FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sabotaged the whole plan. My room is now pink. Yuckyuck girly light PINK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nauseating-I-will-kill-myself-if-I-have-to-stare-at-it-any-longer-pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She often forgets, I grew up with 2 boys. Most of my influences were from my dad and brothers. I am artsy NOT girly. It was supposed to NOT be pink. Light pink especially. Like WHAT THE HECK happened to my awesome NON-PINK plan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I have to sleep in that horrible horrible pink room.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan, one day, we'll get my mom outta the house, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt; can sneak over to repaint the whole thing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad felt guilty succumbing to my mom's girly idea. So he got me the lights I wanted. It would look better, if it wasn't in a pink room but I'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know I love you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1567614732788173990?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1567614732788173990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1567614732788173990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1567614732788173990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1567614732788173990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/bow-down-to-your-royal-highness.html' title='Bow down to your ROYAL HIGHNESS'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8380557113103782059</id><published>2008-07-13T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:51:16.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Yayasan SUNBEAM~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, updates on last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Le Grande's 10th Anniversary Charity Dinner&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;performed. I have a video of her almost tripping! But no, I won't risk my best friend embarrassment by posting it up. Pictures, later. I'm SO lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;came over at about 5 30 p.m. We got ready and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;'s mom came to get us at about 7. So we picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;up and arrived at the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;was like Geisha/hantu/OMGWTFBBQYERRWHYYOURFACESOWHITEONE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;'s mom said to her was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why your face liddat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried taking pics of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and she looked scary in everyone of them. Dinner was served eventually. The emcee for the night was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, my friends.have.a.boob.fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;tends to point out cleavage-y pictures. Which happened a lot yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;would randomly say boobs. Then she somehow would put her head on my chest and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I LANDED ON YOUR BOOBS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which isn't normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;got bored of her own boobs so she started touching mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were pretty cute. Lil kids running around in fairy costumes on stage. Ballet, Tap, HipHop, Jazz and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was so-so, there was puke on the bathroom floor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivana &lt;/span&gt;was so gangster but she softened up, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is making no sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt Molly&lt;/span&gt; dropped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;and I off, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai&lt;/span&gt;'s dad came to pick her up. I'm gonna do my own personal montage of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/span&gt; cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlD1h6lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IWgdN16kdCY/s1600-h/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlD1h6lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IWgdN16kdCY/s400/IMG_2700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508245295426130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlpw_m8I/AAAAAAAAASM/5NriFm_LcmE/s1600-h/IMG_2720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlpw_m8I/AAAAAAAAASM/5NriFm_LcmE/s400/IMG_2720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508255476947906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlci_pLI/AAAAAAAAASE/jpTyOYm1eaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlci_pLI/AAAAAAAAASE/jpTyOYm1eaQ/s400/IMG_2719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508251928569010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mysarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoVDJejILI/AAAAAAAAASU/rH4X5djqN6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoVDJejILI/AAAAAAAAASU/rH4X5djqN6Q/s400/IMG_2722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222509861717352626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlW0m2jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F-q1-mTU_wE/s1600-h/IMG_2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlW0m2jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F-q1-mTU_wE/s400/IMG_2704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508250391829042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai&lt;/span&gt;'s I-landed-on-your-boobs face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlFXD5rI/AAAAAAAAARs/JmLu89EqmOE/s1600-h/IMG_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlFXD5rI/AAAAAAAAARs/JmLu89EqmOE/s400/IMG_2699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508245704500914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoVDQx0CvI/AAAAAAAAASc/3ifbpeXkzdU/s1600-h/IMG_2728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoVDQx0CvI/AAAAAAAAASc/3ifbpeXkzdU/s400/IMG_2728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222509863677201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8380557113103782059?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8380557113103782059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8380557113103782059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8380557113103782059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8380557113103782059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/yayasan-sunbeam.html' title='Yayasan SUNBEAM~'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SHoTlD1h6lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IWgdN16kdCY/s72-c/IMG_2700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8882134074716671625</id><published>2008-07-12T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:57:40.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a month away last year,&lt;br /&gt;I have memories then I hold so dear,&lt;br /&gt;I was friends with those I don't usually befriend,&lt;br /&gt;I was away from the school, the drama, the trends.&lt;br /&gt;But drama managed to find me anyway,&lt;br /&gt;On the grass we sat and talked in the shade,&lt;br /&gt;a boy with flowers and a smiling face,&lt;br /&gt;came towards me and said hey.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at him, confused,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know him but he seemed to know me.&lt;br /&gt;With him a group of anxious onlookers, his friends,&lt;br /&gt;this was a dare, a game, a joke to them.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, the boy was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He was talented with his hands and a rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me tricks and made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;It was me, 4 boys, just sitting on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;No surprise, none at all, I fell.&lt;br /&gt;Not for the boy with flowers but the silent one in the background.&lt;br /&gt;We talked like forever friends,&lt;br /&gt;but behind the mask, lingered more than that.&lt;br /&gt;But that was then, and this is now.&lt;br /&gt;I see his picture and I smile somehow.&lt;br /&gt;The night before the 31st,&lt;br /&gt;my secret was out.&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me away and asked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"How?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked pained when he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"What happens now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory replays and hurts me still,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't take it back. I never will.&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the steps and the skies lighted up.&lt;br /&gt;He told me of what he had back there.&lt;br /&gt;His school, his home and his life before we met.&lt;br /&gt;But that was then, and this is now,&lt;br /&gt;I see his picture and I hurt somehow.&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss on the cheek and a hug goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I walked away with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"What happened?"&lt;/span&gt; they asked, curious as hell.&lt;br /&gt;My face said it all and it said it well.&lt;br /&gt;They hugged me and said it was gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said yeah, this was the way.&lt;br /&gt;So I ran to the bus, I was already late.&lt;br /&gt;I leaned on the window, this was my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was then, and this is now.&lt;br /&gt;I see his picture, and I feel somehow.&lt;br /&gt;It's passed and over and I'm somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;But the memories of last year, forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8882134074716671625?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8882134074716671625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8882134074716671625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8882134074716671625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8882134074716671625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3468297060523992298</id><published>2008-07-11T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:35:52.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Oriental RED and WILD Dahlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm SO excited :)&lt;br /&gt;The renovations are almost done. We'll have before-during-after pictures SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awkward, out of body experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Interact's AGM after assembly. The new board has been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;That horrid pain I felt the day before was worse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a thin line balancing your emotions, your sanity. This thin line holds all, it keeps you in check. The pain, is weight. It weighs that life saving line down and like acid, threatens to sever it. But it plays with you and you're worried it might happen. So you play your part and you say your lines, trying to distract yourself. But no, it doesn't last, your natural nature to feel irritated at petty things come in check. Usually, you would just deal. But the pain, plus everything else, it changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line, it snaps.&lt;br /&gt;And so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there, you're pretty vicious, harsh and cold. Your fingers lose colour and you're numbed. Numbed from everything but your anger. You lose your compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's over.&lt;br /&gt;You're awake. You've realized what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passes dull. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakai &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaMeng &lt;/span&gt;cornered me for ice-cream. So we went into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics &lt;/span&gt;about half an hour late. I was quiet throughout &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;were commenting on little things, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Lim&lt;/span&gt;, left me alone, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at class, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, after the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CindyCrawford Aerobic Workout&lt;/span&gt; thing, our muscles, and butts were aching. Going up the stairs was hell. So we were late for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;too. I rushed my essay and ran out of class as soon as the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak session with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;couldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I hung out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;. Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EndahParade &lt;/span&gt;to get PS2 games and McD's. I didn't eat, no burgers remember?&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SwetVoon&lt;/span&gt;, she quit school.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home alone. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon &lt;/span&gt;says HI. He's bored staying over at his friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to ever excited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey &lt;/span&gt;about school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell &lt;/span&gt;about lala's. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM &lt;/span&gt;about everything else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;about our futures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jammy &lt;/span&gt;about godknowswhat. I talk a lot today. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3468297060523992298?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3468297060523992298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3468297060523992298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3468297060523992298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3468297060523992298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-excited-renovations-are-almost.html' title='Oriental RED and WILD Dahlia'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1304622817835931400</id><published>2008-07-10T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:24:41.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>I'm allergic to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently feel like I want to yank all my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So there's this thing called guilt, and there's some other thing called pain, and joy and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Put it all together, I think you call it feeling or emotions, or that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nincompoopdownthestreet&lt;/span&gt;. Whichever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and itch, go very well together. I'm like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;itchy eggheaded vicious little monster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I eat prawns, I itch, then I swell up and get all puffy but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel irritated, I itch. When it's guilt, I itch. I itch even when I'm depressed or angry. Long story short, I'm itch-prone. It not like there's something there, or that something bit me, it's just that feeling. Like it's itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I failed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MoralStudies&lt;/span&gt;, because I don't have an ounce of morality within me. Yes, I failed. I passed everything else though. Well not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AddMath &lt;/span&gt;since I didn't take Paper 1. In school, I threw a hissy fit for reasons I don't want to talk about. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;dealt with it, like they always do. That's why I love 'em :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I experienced MORE pain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;said she knows it hurts, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the type of pain you never knew existed, that you've prolly only read in books. One that leaves you clutching your sides and unable to breathe. Your body will radiate with heat and the only thoughts in your head at the time echo loudly and furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I need a meteor to fall out of the sky and crush me to little bits and pieces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will try to catch your breath and grip onto something tightly only learning that the pain you're feeling in the hand you're trying to destroy is not even close to numbing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;pain. It's so different, as a matter of fact. This leaves you lingering on thoughts, that lump behind your throat. You look around, hesitant, searching for a small bit of hope, wondering who'll stand up and slap you and tell you to snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the people around you cautiously try to ignore your reactions to the pain, you know they care. Maybe to a certain point, they feel your pain too. Finally hope comes and you're so close to screaming and bolting across the street. But you wait and you compose yourself, trying to seem elegant. You squeal at the car about to hit you and laugh your butt off, trying to distract yourself. You think of food and shopping and freedom. You think of your best friends and the people you love. You think of the cause of the pain. And you hope some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leave you feeling guilty, then triggers the itch. You barely catch anything, anyone's trying to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Maybe I should break my fingers."&lt;/span&gt; you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need your fingers plus you're a wimp so you don't do it. Then with a final squeeze of the hand, from your last bit of hope. You enter the place you used to feel so comfortable in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"It hurts,"&lt;/span&gt; you say. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"It hurts like a bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Go take a shower, you'll be fine."&lt;/span&gt; someone answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stumble up the steps, shut the door and lock it. You fall onto the floor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the moment you've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt; Rolling yourself up into a little ball on the warm wood, you cry. You cry and cry and cry and cry. The pain, it doubles. But you don't stop. You finally exhaust yourself from the heaving and the sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand up. The pain's still there, but this time you get cleaned up and dressed. You plaster a smile on your face and you wait.&lt;br /&gt;You wait for more hope.&lt;br /&gt;You wait for more time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Time, heals all wounds, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that was pretty tragic. I can't wait for Saturday's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charity Dance Dinner&lt;/span&gt; thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1304622817835931400?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1304622817835931400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1304622817835931400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1304622817835931400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1304622817835931400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-allergic-to-myself.html' title='I&apos;m allergic to myself'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4250533199218004502</id><published>2008-07-07T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:40:30.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Oh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going through that whole phase again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate this phase, it causes disturbance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So does the picture of the cockroach in the previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School was same ol' same ol'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daphy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mamai&lt;/strong&gt; and I snuck out of class for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JuicySacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but the place wasn't open so we were slamming on the door for about 10-15 minutes until we decided we looked like total idiots and went back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way back up &lt;strong&gt;Teva&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Titus&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; were coming down so we followed suit and went to the canteen, there was NOTHING to do, so we went back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the perks of being a high school senior, NO FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheated in &lt;strong&gt;Moral Studies&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty ironic, huh? &lt;strong&gt;Daph&lt;/strong&gt; and I had to take the test since we skipped school the other day. So I stared blankly and the paper. &lt;strong&gt;Wisely&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; showed pity, &lt;strong&gt;Teva&lt;/strong&gt; passed me the paper with all the values that we were supposed to memorise. I basically copied off that piece of paper. &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wisely&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Titus&lt;/strong&gt; would come over occasionally to give me answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't finish the paper, &lt;strong&gt;Miss Dew&lt;/strong&gt; didn't give us enough time, I'm guessing it was rush work that no one really cares about. But I was forced to do it anyway coz the person who contributed most to the helping me cheat, was gonna rat me out if I didn't do it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done &lt;strong&gt;Candid5&lt;/strong&gt; properly, and I'm pretty broke now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate having no money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on &lt;strong&gt;Jammy's&lt;/strong&gt; present, it's taking longer than I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday is in about 27 days? I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to get back to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4250533199218004502?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4250533199218004502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4250533199218004502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4250533199218004502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4250533199218004502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-going-through-that-whole-phase-again.html' title='Oh?'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4368709632635063415</id><published>2008-07-05T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:41:29.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Lummyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is cockroach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SG-m_Ljv7KI/AAAAAAAAARk/uaX8Sl5eKQg/s1600-h/cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219574097510395042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SG-m_Ljv7KI/AAAAAAAAARk/uaX8Sl5eKQg/s400/cockroach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm scared out of my wits of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mummy, isn't but she was lazy so she sent me the killed the one in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mummmmy! GOT ROACH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"On the bathroom wall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Kill it la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I scaredddd!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Go la, don't make me smack you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"SMACK LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She actually gets up and chases me around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"You're energetic enough to get up and smack me, you can't kill the roach?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"I want you to kill it. FACE YOUR FEARS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go, kill the roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Don't you feel stronger now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm still shit scared of roaches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The verdict, facing your fears doesn't always work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't believe in the roaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna be super sweet now and say nice things about a nice boy who is very nice to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He talks to me when I'm sad, he makes fun of me when I'm happy, he makes me laugh when I'm super duper pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long story short, he cares about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He calls &lt;strong&gt;Teva&lt;/strong&gt; a POSER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hated the way &lt;strong&gt;Daphy&lt;/strong&gt; walks but changed his mind and told her she had a hot way of walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't really diss me but secretly, he thinks we're cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, thankyus JM for being so kind and so sweet and so wonderful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I banyak sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4368709632635063415?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4368709632635063415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4368709632635063415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4368709632635063415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4368709632635063415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/lummyyy.html' title='Lummyyy'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SG-m_Ljv7KI/AAAAAAAAARk/uaX8Sl5eKQg/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6342654330160911394</id><published>2008-07-04T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:12:23.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Dumdeedoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a bug going around.&lt;br /&gt;It's left me feeling sick and nauseous and moody. I skipped school on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are going fine, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;None of us have been studying. So it's a lot of random shooting at answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs couldn't move, I was freaked out but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;scared me so I moved them anyway. Today I sat on the bathroom floor waiting for time to pass. Bright and shiny? It's gotten pretty old, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you do well in the competition. I have faith in you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small part of me wonders if I'd die today,&lt;br /&gt;I look at the stars and they shine just the same.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll ever meet again,&lt;br /&gt;My heart'll skip a beat, it'll stop, it'll break,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smile at the thought of finally being free,&lt;br /&gt;Just moving on, far away, I'm alone, only me.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the chances I might feel like I will never be,&lt;br /&gt;Never to feel like I belong on this earth, in this world,&lt;br /&gt;in this galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you, test my confidence and my ego.&lt;br /&gt;Test my knowledge of the world, my heart and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm incompetent, a liar, a fake and a hypocrite,&lt;br /&gt;Find your guts and I'll admit.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I've made mistakes in ways I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I don't know all the worlds secrets and our coming days,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll look you straight in the eye and tell you one truth,&lt;br /&gt;I have tried and failed and I have learned in my youth,&lt;br /&gt;I am not good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I've pushed and fought till I've screamed so loud,&lt;br /&gt;So much pain, but you will never be proud.&lt;br /&gt;Not of him, nor him, neither of me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never see what you show others, that glee.&lt;br /&gt;No, I will never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I accept, I believe, I will never win this war.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is free, these chains are broken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I can't seem to see why you can't be,&lt;br /&gt;When I am, truly happy being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yours truly.xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended,&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger,&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Because someone like you is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fall For You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate, dedicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6342654330160911394?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6342654330160911394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6342654330160911394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6342654330160911394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6342654330160911394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/dumdeedoo.html' title='Dumdeedoo'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7991192566623654005</id><published>2008-07-03T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:03:57.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had enough of this bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the fuck is your problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know whats sad? I actually care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I didn't but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've crossed the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7991192566623654005?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7991192566623654005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7991192566623654005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7991192566623654005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7991192566623654005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/enough.html' title='Enough.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7741837638745214424</id><published>2008-07-01T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:40:04.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like whatever'/><title type='text'>My introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Hey Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just loooove wearing skimpy clothes and I have REALLY low standards.&lt;br /&gt;I love BOYS and I can't live without them!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I also got someone to lower her standards JUST to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I GREAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bet you didn't know, I'm like a hooker too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I stand at the road side and wait for men to drive by.&lt;br /&gt;Boys STALK me. GIRLS TOO! It's all part of my charm. I turn them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, she's just like me!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we're a team. We do these things together!&lt;br /&gt;We're super clingy and weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also really rude to our parents and we're freakin' proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;We're stupid too, we can't seem to pass our exams and we fight with teachers and the establishment ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found me or my best friend fabulous, call us!&lt;br /&gt;Or email us at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;cheaperthancelcomstarterpack@slutsgalore.stfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGoeAL-v-zI/AAAAAAAAARc/AX9Q9t9uIgM/s1600-h/P1100196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGoeAL-v-zI/AAAAAAAAARc/AX9Q9t9uIgM/s400/P1100196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218016106826955570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sluts rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this is what we call sarcasm. If you took this seriously, you're a dumbshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7741837638745214424?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7741837638745214424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7741837638745214424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7741837638745214424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7741837638745214424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-introduction.html' title='My introduction'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGoeAL-v-zI/AAAAAAAAARc/AX9Q9t9uIgM/s72-c/P1100196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5762022599246928026</id><published>2008-06-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:28:17.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I wanted to vent too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you read my blog, but I sure as hell read yours.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought you were my FRIEND, turns out, you're a freakin' hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK did we ever do to you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I or anyone among us has done ANYTHING to affect you DIRECTLY or INDIRECTLY. Oh yeah, we're a bunch of self-absorbed mofo's. That's why we don't CARE about other people, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, we do charity work. We help each other out when in need, especially when it comes to school. We're not the selfish ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You apologized, I forgave you. We forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, why the heck do you even bother with the hassle of saying you're fucking sorry when you're obviously not. Why even waste your time when you're gonna do it again? Do you like saying sorry? Or do you just like bitching about us?&lt;br /&gt;Coz &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it hurts, if you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts like a bitch when we trust you and you backstab us.&lt;/span&gt; It's high school. People are different. Most of us have attitude problems, it's give and take! I pretend I don't see your faults and you pretend you don't see mine. Everybody'll be happy. Everyone's perfect! That's how it works.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the first few times of wallowing in fucking self pity, wondering whether we were good enough friends, I'm actually pretty pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that we weren't good enough. It's that you couldn't adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of us, you're always nice. You'll talk to us and join in on our stuff. We like you, NO DOUBT, then suddenly we realize you've been bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH HOW FUCKING TRAGIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't note the sarcasm, I was being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny?&lt;br /&gt;I can't hate you. I can't because I like you too damn much to hate you. We were a team. The 6 of us. Now I look at you and I wonder, what the hell did I ever do to you? Are you seeking vengeance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna say you're sorry again, I'd like you to know, that I've labelled a segment in my brain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'BULLSHIT'&lt;/span&gt;. That's where your apologies go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you've said enough. Because last I remembered, this is the first time I'm saying something. This is the first time I'm screwing you over despite the countless times you did to me. I'm LOW right? Low to a point where someone has to LOWER themselves to fit in with me. I cried when I saw that. You apologized, but even in your apology, you made excuses for yourself. I forget, why do I even bother anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so over being complicated. SO over being angry. I wanted to be bright and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;But no, that's almost impossible because of people like you that exist in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I'm being harsh. But I actually mean everything I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve us as friends. Because we're too nice and you're just evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5762022599246928026?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5762022599246928026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5762022599246928026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5762022599246928026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5762022599246928026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanted-to-vent-too.html' title='I wanted to vent too'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2610051614662848876</id><published>2008-06-28T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:04:39.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>I was paid 50 bucks to do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Shortest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 5 minutes, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- haven't received anything in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever dropped a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i live to drop them ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Last club you went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i've not been clubbing in forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Last smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. One favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Shut up and let me go - &lt;strong&gt;The Ting Tings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- SP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Last wedding you attended:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Last time you saw your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- about 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Where is your favorite place to eat with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the usuals, mamak, mcDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- yeah, a lil here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- they were showing a video about the people who were affected by the earthquake in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- no, no hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i think so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Pancakes or French toast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Last person who sent you a message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- that's none of your business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Can you play pool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, i'm terrible at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Can you swim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Favorite flavor of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- sour stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10.30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What are you doing this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Are you smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Do you have a sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- yeah, but she's not related to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Who is your closest cousin’s name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Lisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What were you doing 10 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. if you were a color, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- red :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. if you could go anywhere right now, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- an empty place with a spotlight and a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Food you're craving for right this minute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOT burgers. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Name a person who's name starts with the letter "j"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. where's the best place to eat ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- new zealand natural. HD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Radio station you frequently listen to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- traxx, hitz, fly, red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where do you usually hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- mamak, mcD, daph's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. if you were to change careers, what would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i'd need to get a career first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. What are you going to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- study, slack, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Favorite day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- yeah. very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Whose birthday is coming up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jammy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Where do you usually watch movies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- home, cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Name one person which starts with the letter "m"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Mysarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Favorite thing that you have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- uhm. i dunno. i like all my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Quote something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- All my life I stumble but up here I am just perfect. Perfect as I'll ever be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Spell, &lt;strong&gt;Marie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Digby&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2610051614662848876?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2610051614662848876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2610051614662848876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2610051614662848876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2610051614662848876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-paid-50-bucks-to-do-this.html' title='I was paid 50 bucks to do this.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8403562632643298666</id><published>2008-06-28T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:05:40.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Burly Unicorn Runs to Gay Emergency Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; At 2 a.m, I was hungry, seriously starving. So &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt; and I got &lt;strong&gt;Julian&lt;/strong&gt; to go out and buy us food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt; being the slob that he is, slept on my bed before he took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was at about 8 p.m, he woke up at 12 a.m to shower, then he went back to sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian&lt;/strong&gt; came home with burgers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt; and I woke up to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then waking up at 10 this morning, we went down for breakfast. My maid made burgers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went out with &lt;strong&gt;Daph&lt;/strong&gt; at about 3 and when the event was over, we got burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, within the span of 16 hours, I had 3 and a half burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like such a pig right now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216916485037819122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="401" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGY15xmPBPI/AAAAAAAAARU/PUxDjXg2GSQ/s400/burger.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more burgers for another 2 months thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8403562632643298666?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8403562632643298666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8403562632643298666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8403562632643298666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8403562632643298666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/burly-unicorn-runs-to-gay-emergency.html' title='Burly Unicorn Runs to Gay Emergency Room'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGY15xmPBPI/AAAAAAAAARU/PUxDjXg2GSQ/s72-c/burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8652984765630822048</id><published>2008-06-27T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:13:57.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Apple Trees and Natural Beeches :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I spent the day with my dad!&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup. I skipped school, woke up early which was pretty easy since I slept with Julian in the same bed which was pretty fucking uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for breakfast with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stewart&lt;/span&gt;. Picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;up and went to that place with the floor tiles.&lt;br /&gt;So, we ordered them and we went to another place and another place and another place and I was counting the number of places we went but I lost count. I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and I attempted to camwhore but we deleted every picture coz we looked so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the club for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a whole day of looking at power tools and men stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are 'REAL MEN' now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm manlier than youuu coz I got power tool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;doesn't let me be a 'REAL MAN' coz I tripped on a stick and screamed like a girl. But I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sri Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; is pretty huge. I wanna go in and stand at the basketball court then go stand at the field and stone all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Are we that complicated?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nope. To me, we're pretty simple."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's definitely good, I'm SO over being complicated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the crying over things I have no control over. My parents, they'll be fine, they'll find their way. I'll do everything in my power to change things and make people feel better but that doesn't have to make me all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not complained in a long time and I like that way. I'm so done with complaining about how everything sucks. I'm so done being a prissy little bitch. I'm so done with being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned and now I accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that life sucks most of the time. It's not fair. Especially not to me. But I also accept that I always come out stronger, much smarter and better at dealing the next time. I know I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change the fact I care, I'm just not gonna let it faze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When you love someone, and they break your heart, don't give up on love. Have faith, restart. Just hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8652984765630822048?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8652984765630822048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8652984765630822048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8652984765630822048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8652984765630822048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple-trees-and-natural-beeches-d.html' title='Apple Trees and Natural Beeches :D'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2436321909762926955</id><published>2008-06-25T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:01:43.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Oh you SICKOes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never felt so old in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like the grandma who tells life stories to children so that they grow up to be good human beings, or end up extremely angry and irritated. Either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;C'mon. No grandma ever gave me advice so you better be thankful, mmkay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually lectured &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell &lt;/span&gt;on being naive. He couldn't pronounce it but I gave him a whole life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda dissed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CheeKuan &lt;/span&gt;on her posture. Yeah, it was pretty uncalled for, and extremely none of my business. But honestly hun, you gotta work on the way you walk and stand.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sex ed. I actually argued with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wisely &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;on the colour of sperm. Which they said was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. Like the green goblin?&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I started arguing about the colour of sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"NOOOO, I know the colour! I seen before LAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"HAIYO, I ALSO SEEN BEFORE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the awkward silence where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I exchanged 'wtf?' looks while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;covered her innocent ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed on the same colour in the end. So we continued bantering the guys about how they don't pay attention to what they produce when they induce. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a mentally of anyone below the age of 18, you don't wanna keep reading. If you do, however choose to continue, and you don't like what you see, please don't even comment on how dirty minded I and the people around me are. Coz it proves you have the mentally of 9 year old and should go back to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except even 9 year olds aren't still in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGJMXagNOjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ex8iEuDCt_Y/s1600-h/Aubergine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGJMXagNOjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ex8iEuDCt_Y/s400/Aubergine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215815283583564338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;BRINJAL&lt;/span&gt;. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. They come in many shapes and sizes. There's the thin and long, short and fat or just plain round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;, you can't say it hurts, if you didn't pick the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, NO WATERMELONS ON STICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : I don't do these things, I listen to the things other people do and laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Now kids, get that horrible image out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;, I respect you.&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2436321909762926955?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2436321909762926955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2436321909762926955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2436321909762926955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2436321909762926955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-you-sickoes.html' title='Oh you SICKOes'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SGJMXagNOjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ex8iEuDCt_Y/s72-c/Aubergine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3536528045668457252</id><published>2008-06-21T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:07:29.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>My name is Trisha and I say HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a walking accident.&lt;br /&gt;I walk and accidents happen. That's what it means if you didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;You have to get me. If you don't, you don't. But you have to try. At least, if you cared enough, you'd have tried.&lt;br /&gt;My life isn't easy, I'm not easy. I'm pretty high-maintenence, I don't like a lot of things and you prolly wouldn't like me to like the things I like. But I like them anyway. I hate change, but I change a lot. My mood swings will piss you off and make you wanna slap me senseless. Yet I do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I'm a problem. I'm that itch you just gotta scratch, that irritating mosquito you just have to kill, the wound that just refuses to heal.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to deal with me, you have to.&lt;br /&gt;You can't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my best friends, you're my family. You're all I've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging, coming online and all that. I've been playing the NDS, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Phoenix Wright&lt;/span&gt;. That game is super happening by the way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;wouldn't let me save coz it would've overwritten his game so the DS was on for, I dunno, 5-6 days? Yeap, I come home from school I play until I sleep, the next morning before school I play then I go to school. The process repeated itself till the game ended but the game didn't end.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish the friggin' game.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I lost the case, yes, I DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 5-6 days of playing was wasted, and if I wanted to finish it now, I'd have to replay it from the BEGINNING, which means another 5-6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;'s room. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;was here too.&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo sleepy but I was desperate to finish the game since my parents were nagging at my anti-socialness. But I made a mistake and I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't stop them from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I cried.&lt;br /&gt;But they laughed, they had so much fun laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stare at the DS in disappointment and regret.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH, THE PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone sucks even more. FUCK YOU STUPID RED PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3536528045668457252?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3536528045668457252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3536528045668457252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3536528045668457252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3536528045668457252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-name-is-trisha-and-i-say-hi.html' title='My name is Trisha and I say HI'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5715328183917737637</id><published>2008-06-14T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:29:20.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's out. I'm home alone. Even my maid disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad &lt;/span&gt;is god-knows-where, he wouldn't tell me. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;is god-knows-where, she wouldn't tell me either. I don't think either of them are coming back anytime tonight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;'s at work, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;'s clubbing or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renovations are still going on, there's a big hole at the back of my house. I'm afraid rats and roaches might infest the place so I closed the sliding door and ended up hiding in the room the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so uneventful. I hung out in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;'s room and watched them play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Disgaea &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Disgaea 2&lt;/span&gt;. The random men walking around my house were freaking me out, plus everything was coated with a layer of dust. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;kept saying stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What's with the walking around topless? Yer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Eyh, if they were hot, you'd just sit outside and watch them right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Woi, you're not going out. And why you wear pants like not pants one? It's like UNDERWEAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when other girls wear shorts he'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"MMMMM. SHORTS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just about wraps it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooooodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5715328183917737637?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5715328183917737637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5715328183917737637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5715328183917737637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5715328183917737637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world-everyones-out.html' title=''/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3041919714412091270</id><published>2008-06-14T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:24:13.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Oh what a day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we have another weekend!&lt;br /&gt;So this week went by quick. I feel like I'm running out of time already.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I stay awake in class either. But I manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a little awkward from time to time in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before recess, we barely talk to each other. Especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I, there's the whole silent treatment thing. Like a treaty we both agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we hate each other in the early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn, if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a class that involves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;would eventually get bored and take out scissors and knives and pens or markers and stuff. She'll start poking or attempting to write stuff on me with them. Or, try to staple me. The whole situation gets contagious and I do it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she randomly hits me to test how much pain I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;By recess, we'd all find a way to make sure the whole world knows we're hungry or going to eat.&lt;br /&gt;We do things like yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"MAKAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"Woi woi woi FASTER. HUNGRY!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's usually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;and I would always be the first to reach the canteen. Followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amalina&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, we always eat together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and I would have to find a way to stay stealthy since we're prefects and have duty. So when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;comes along, we totally disappear from site.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! Damn cool right? Like ninja :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost everyday, it's nuggets or the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;rice or both. Yeah, when people ask us what's the difference, we say we like the colours. Only Teva likes that black one. There's also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JuicySacs&lt;/span&gt;. It's orange juice, we just like giving sick names to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time recess is over, we go back up to class, I'm usually among the last of the group to get back in. By then, everything's different again. We're all pretty silent all over again. It's seems like we've been able to have been pissed off within the 5 minutes we were separated from each other and totally decide we don't wanna talk to each other because we blame each other for the fact that we got pissed off in the first place. But that's never the case.&lt;br /&gt;Then after awhile, everything is okay all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school is a constant mood swing. I think we've all established that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also make plans for what happens after school and on weekends but we never come through with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this is for my personal reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have this habit of not staying in class all the time. But it's usually just the few of us, so I have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought that since we're all really tight, we'd tell each other everything. And yes, we do in time. But at that moment, we're usually pretty secretive. We always know when something's wrong with either of us, but we never question or pester. Sooner or later, that person will crack from her dilemma and dish. We try to pretend we're really strong and we can handle ourselves well and we succeed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Despite anything, we always have each others backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would say we're a bunch of idiots, there are also people to say we're cool. No, seriously, I have proof! People do think we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all self-obsessed narcissists. But we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;self-centered. There's a difference.&lt;br /&gt;People talk about us, a lot. Sometimes it's affects us, other times, it doesn't. But we'd get over it because we like ourselves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THE WAY WE ARE&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, we never really realized it but it's the image we chose to create for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why I'd change my beliefs or the way I acted because someone didn't like it. But 4 and a half years down the line, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 and a half years down the line, we've learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at Physics. It's so weird, I used to be pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teva said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"DUDE, you copy off MY paper also cannot pass ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I only copied that ONE question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to believe in something. Something good that I can trust completely. Something I know I did right. I want to believe that this isn't how my life was destined to be. I want to believe that at the end of the day, I won't be alone. I need to believe that I can jump off the cliff and never hit the ground &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[I'm speaking metaphorically, go figure]&lt;/span&gt;. I need to believe that I won't screw up my life or have it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less &lt;/span&gt;perfect than the way I pictured it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in something the way I used to believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a point in every kid's life where he/she realizes her parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may just be&lt;/span&gt; more messed up than he/she is.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've reached that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3041919714412091270?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3041919714412091270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3041919714412091270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3041919714412091270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3041919714412091270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-we-have-another-weekend-so-this.html' title='Oh what a day :)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5541875860217422688</id><published>2008-06-11T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:37:34.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Oh myyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep sneezing. Again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun in school. Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral tomorrow. I suck at this whole BM thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Norhayati &lt;/span&gt;said my english essay was very good and that she wants to see if she can put it into the school magazine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today we all got along.&lt;br /&gt;Except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wisely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are out and I'm pretty satisfied with how I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5541875860217422688?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5541875860217422688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5541875860217422688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5541875860217422688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5541875860217422688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-myyy.html' title='Oh myyy'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-131052617748605295</id><published>2008-06-08T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:03:59.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Let the crap begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="{A635CFF5-D404-4810-ADB7-8BB47C8B816B}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my I've got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="{9DD95797-CB3C-4D03-9F3A-1C0A20FAFE8E}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;School tomorrow. Yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months left of high school.&lt;br /&gt;3 months till trials.&lt;br /&gt;5 months till SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mack. I'm running out of time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my pendrive, missing. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="{BC27C36E-B228-462D-A6D5-1E3C2106C222}" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div id="{3892BC80-394E-4D3E-B8C6-20C99ADC5973}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEwCjw76JSI/AAAAAAAAARE/SMY81CYM1Lo/s1600-h/P1100222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEwCjw76JSI/AAAAAAAAARE/SMY81CYM1Lo/s400/P1100222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209541682415674658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="{4D9D0723-A715-4F96-8B0E-CC7632F355A7}" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-131052617748605295?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/131052617748605295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=131052617748605295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/131052617748605295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/131052617748605295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-crap-begin.html' title='Let the crap begin'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEwCjw76JSI/AAAAAAAAARE/SMY81CYM1Lo/s72-c/P1100222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-643121126132659550</id><published>2008-06-08T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:17:24.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><title type='text'>You can have it all, my empire of dirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="{D3BF5BED-5864-4B52-ADC2-137DEADAAF49}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was tested. I had choices before, and I chose wrong. Over and over again, I chose wrong. We make a lot of mistakes. I thought I was learning, at some point, maybe, just maybe I was. But then again, I made more mistakes. Not learning after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tested today. Today, I was tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, but NO. I will not stand by and let you push me around. I will not let you look down upon me. I will get that scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further away, the better. And honestly, I don't ever wanna come back.&lt;br /&gt;We'll work our butts off and go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far far away&lt;/span&gt; from this &lt;span id="{4D9E0CB7-BA63-4BD2-8A74-43F6D705DAEF}" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible horrible nightmare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, SO SO much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="{8C02BDC0-10A6-4F36-9683-F4A6938963CE}" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="{9B391832-DBB6-4831-B558-02B8A0E0ECD4}" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-643121126132659550?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/643121126132659550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=643121126132659550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/643121126132659550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/643121126132659550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-can-have-it-all-my-empire-of-dirt.html' title='You can have it all, my empire of dirt.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-9060890322998444900</id><published>2008-06-08T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:27:19.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>I won't get used to being gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything's gonna start changing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can tell, in fact, it's already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEqzPDXMMCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/El50wbdQX0k/s1600-h/IMG_2111+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEqzPDXMMCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/El50wbdQX0k/s400/IMG_2111+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172990189383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was uneventful. Slept at 7, woke up at 8.&lt;br /&gt;The people came over to do the ceiling, so going to the kitchen and stuff was really irritating with random men walking in and out of the house. The drilling and the hammering. Practically ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;Sent gramps home with the parents and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latin Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pure boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;and they break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;don't give up on love,&lt;br /&gt;have faith, restart.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-9060890322998444900?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/9060890322998444900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=9060890322998444900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9060890322998444900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9060890322998444900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wont-get-used-to-being-gone.html' title='I won&apos;t get used to being gone.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEqzPDXMMCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/El50wbdQX0k/s72-c/IMG_2111+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8139664176171305265</id><published>2008-06-07T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T05:07:44.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like whatever'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter that my best friends are around when I need them or my family or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being ungrateful, I can't say anything to anyone. I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;How to phrase it, how to react. I can't because I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to know, I wanna learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel emotionally disconnected from people and I can't seem to make that connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about it doesn't help. I don't eat, I don't sleep. I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be okay, I don't feel okay. I don't know what's wrong, please don't ask whats wrong. Don't ask how I'm doing. I'm not fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just PMS or mood swings anymore. This is the real world and it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone. I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8139664176171305265?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8139664176171305265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8139664176171305265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8139664176171305265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8139664176171305265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8851234149759996193</id><published>2008-06-07T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:41:33.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphyy&lt;/span&gt;'s back, so we hung out today. Went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s place to help with the booklets then we met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon &lt;/span&gt;at McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;'s place and then I came home.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that pretty much sums up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much pent up inside of me, I wish I could explain it or scream it out loud. I wanna dance in the rain and wait for the pain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, it hits you right where you least expect it. I'm gonna suck it up and hope to God it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I can do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8851234149759996193?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8851234149759996193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8851234149759996193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8851234149759996193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8851234149759996193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/daphyy-s-back-so-we-hung-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-614841738353856603</id><published>2008-06-05T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:12:46.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>When I BITCH, you BITCH too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna bitch bitch bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a bad day. Yet AGAIN. I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna relive the whole day all over again in my head. So no, I won't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple said, GIRLS like to be treated special, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRINCESSES &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGELS&lt;/span&gt;. When they're neglected, they get pissed. Hell hath no fury like a neglected spoilt brat of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping, didn't buy nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I feel so pathetic. And fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bitched yet I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait for itttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my brother has this friend, she lives up the street. She's so evil. Like seriously, I'm thinking, she might want to steal my bro away from his girlfriend. She comes over almost everytime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;comes.&lt;br /&gt;She says things like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; "Don't be an ASSHOLE la."&lt;/span&gt; to my other brother.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like smacking her and saying something like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Don't be a fucking AUNTIE la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I didn't. I can't stand her. She freaking mocks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO SUZUKI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SO FERARRI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daphy's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; SO MITSUBISHI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Teva's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SO LAMBORGHINI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mymy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SO SASHIMI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amalina's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SO SUSHI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, I can't think of anymore cars that end with an I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaentan's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;SO TEPPANYAKI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jammy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SO ICELEMONTEA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I'm lame again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEbaBE3UOlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/m4FZC0FwSu0/s1600-h/r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEbaBE3UOlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/m4FZC0FwSu0/s400/r1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208089731121035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JammyGanSOICELEMONTEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-614841738353856603?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/614841738353856603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=614841738353856603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/614841738353856603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/614841738353856603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-bitch-you-bitch-too.html' title='When I BITCH, you BITCH too.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEbaBE3UOlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/m4FZC0FwSu0/s72-c/r1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6112909890180894004</id><published>2008-06-02T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:59:55.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't you know you can't escape me;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling, 'coz you'll always be my baby.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on,&lt;br /&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong,&lt;br /&gt;No way, you're never gonna shake me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, 'coz you'll always be my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday, you'll join us,&lt;br /&gt;and the world will be as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song never fails to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello :) I know I'm supposed to be coming up with something better than that, but I have more pressing matters to talk about right now. I'm sorry there's global warming. I don't burn rubbish or cut down trees and I try not to use plastic bags or even eat sharks' fin. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ger&lt;/span&gt;, I read your blog. I'm sorry I'm just one person and majority of the people in the world just couldn't care less. Even though I don't talk about it, even though I'm not some die-hard environmentalist, I try. My dad told me he'd never forgive me if I don't change the world, and I think I'll do that someday. I will change the world. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've made a lot of mistakes, promises I couldn't keep. Yeah, well I'm in a sappy mood right now. Deal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think on the things people used to say about me. Well, I don't care about what people say, I care about what my friends say. When I was in Paris, my friend wrote some stuff about me. I find out a month later as I was getting closer to that friend of mine. It was like a slap on the face to me. I actually started to cry because of that. Some time later, she apologizes about it and I accept the apology. What's passed has passed, we get over it.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change the fact that I still think about it. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a drama queen, I'm someone drama happens to. And I tell myself that everyday, but I can't convince myself I'm a good person anymore. Bad things should happen to those who deserve it, does this mean I deserve it? They also say that the things that happen to you are by choice. As if I chose it to happen. I did not choose my parents to have to sleep in separate beds, I did not choose for my brother to have nowhere to go in life, I did not choose for my dog to die, I did not choose to be here. I did not choose to be afraid of roaches or to be temperamental. Those came against my will.&lt;br /&gt;I think I created an image for myself. I feel like there are some people who aren't letting me be ME by trying to be me. It upsets me when I see the people who used to be so brilliant and humble and kind become your typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cheaper-than-celcom-starterpack'&lt;/span&gt; bimbos. I do not appreciate that. I cannot look at them the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would stop complaining about me and take a look in the mirror. Everywhere I go, people stare at me and talk about me and I feel like I'm being scrutinized, I don't feel free anymore. They look at me like I'm a stereotype. Like I don't appreciate art or music and care about the world and politics. Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I DO!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not just a typical dumb chick who ended up where I am by smiling. I worked hard for the things I got and I appreciate them. I'm not evil. I'm not that head cheerleader bitch you see in movies. I'm smarter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, those chinese chicks who look down on my because I quit that class, you have no right to deem me useless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;has many dialects, I speak 4 of them, pretty well mind you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Guess what? I speak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.M&lt;/span&gt; well too. And if it adds to an even bigger slap on your face, I won't get lost in France. I can order food and read the fucking menus. Stop looking at me like I'm useless. Stop looking at me like I'm stuck-up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW ME&lt;/span&gt;. You never will because you're so caught up with judging me. I have different views on the world and how I live my life. I grew up, I'm past that stage and you'll get there. Maybe it's time you tried it. Maybe it's time you learned that life isn't high school. How long till you realize? How long till you're caught up in a moment and you'll have to look at it like time wasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ozone layer is thinning, my family is falling apart and I'm prolly gonna die being the person everyone loves to hate. Here's the thing, I don't hate myself. If your plan is to get me down and make me dislike my face, my personality and my attitude, you're fighting a losing battle because I'm not like that. I'm not perfect, I don't plan to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love, Trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and join us.&lt;br /&gt;The world will be as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6112909890180894004?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6112909890180894004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6112909890180894004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6112909890180894004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6112909890180894004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-world.html' title='Dear World'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6292247648492248494</id><published>2008-06-01T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:32:54.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JoeyC &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 things I'm passionate about;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Acting&lt;br /&gt;Good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 things I say too often;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piss me off only"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so awesome"&lt;br /&gt;"Bloody hell"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh riiiiight!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's PURRTY"&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously laa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 books I've read recently;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;Everyone worth knowing&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Superman comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 songs I could listen to over &amp;amp; over again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - Always Be My Baby&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - Imagine&lt;br /&gt;Travis - Love Will Come Through&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Death Cab&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Parking Lot Pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 things I learnt for the past year;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People pretend they care when they don't&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just wants to talk about things they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you only have yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't last. People get divorced and shit.&lt;br /&gt;We should all just accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to wanna cry. People talk, I should be flattered they talk about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 people to tag;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teva&lt;br /&gt;JammyG&lt;br /&gt;AdikAnnie&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NicoleA.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6292247648492248494?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6292247648492248494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6292247648492248494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6292247648492248494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6292247648492248494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2713764713137134196</id><published>2008-05-31T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:08:52.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Why now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's time I made an effort, I'm gonna reassure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say you don't have a consistent number of friends and that you don't have a best friend. Yes, that seems pretty sad doesn't it? Well just so you know, even though thats true, people care about you. If you look down or feel out of place, someone is always asking you if you're okay. People love you. Isn't that enough?&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, even though we're not best friends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;I went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s to help with the booklets. What we did seemed like a lot of work, there wasn't much progress because it was a lot of work. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did what we did best. Your typical vainpots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEFnVk3UOdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U-zIVSBCFiw/s1600-h/IMG_7057copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEFnVk3UOdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U-zIVSBCFiw/s400/IMG_7057copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556264587606482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEFvwU3UOeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bH2kJ6cWBp8/s1600-h/IMG_7090copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEFvwU3UOeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bH2kJ6cWBp8/s400/IMG_7090copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206565520242129378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Always Be My Baby' &lt;/span&gt;on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think, everything's falling apart all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You fell in love once, why can't you just do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2713764713137134196?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2713764713137134196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2713764713137134196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2713764713137134196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2713764713137134196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-were-born-for-this.html' title='Why now?'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SEFnVk3UOdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U-zIVSBCFiw/s72-c/IMG_7057copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1105013647522150120</id><published>2008-05-30T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:34:08.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>I broke it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to announce, that I am so accidentally cool!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea how I broke my phone but yes, I friggin' broke my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's not cool, it's stupid. But I have a series of excuses to how it was not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was replying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spellman &lt;/span&gt;when it happened. My dear brother, jumped on me. He's tall and bony so you can imagine how that must've hurt. But it's okay, my phone, broke his fall and the metal thingy on the front broke too. Oh but it still works. It's fucking ugly, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't break my phone after all. He did. See? It's not my fault. It's all his fault. All &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my phone. HATE HATE HATE. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm thinking, screw the modern dance. We're doing it traditional. We'll have a bunch of people jumping around, up and down. With the heel, toe, heel, toe, clap clap, wheee! That'll be extremely embarrassing but it'll have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help Teva with the sombrero. But I couldn't go today. So tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I still bother to check out how you are sometimes. I pray to God you come to your senses and realize. Why the sudden narcissism? Suddenly you're a braggart. The one person who used to be so humble has gone to shit. And my mood goes to shit every single time I see you the way you are. As much as I tell myself I don't care, I can't help but hate this change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell someone, but I can't. They'd never forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1105013647522150120?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1105013647522150120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1105013647522150120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1105013647522150120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1105013647522150120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-broke-it.html' title='I broke it'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4111601528257442981</id><published>2008-05-27T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:54:30.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I think I have tons to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting off with, I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JammyGanPer-Vie&lt;/span&gt;. This kawan of mine, everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play futsal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;injure himself&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat ice-cream &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall sick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do jobs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not get paid&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't seen him in ages and he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaving &lt;/span&gt;soon. So tragic-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting around for people. Honestly, I hate if someone ditches, but I hate it even more if someone ditches after making me wait a whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;day. I'm not a dog, I don't have all the time in the world to wait around for people. The least you could do was tell me it wasn't possible the first 2 times I called, instead of making me wait &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for nothing to happen. This also isn't the first time this has happened. I think I've been extremely patient, go ahead and complain about what a mean friend I am to be blogging about this, but I think I have the right to complain. And since you don't give any feedback when I talk to you, I'm thinking this should assist in allowing you to realize how unhappy I am. I'm not gonna put any names in, but seriously, I hope you know who you are and realize that what you did wasn't nice. Forgive me for being extremely impatient, but what you did seriously wasn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day &lt;/span&gt;is coming, the other performance has already started. The script is done, the actors are picked but the dance is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;-knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-where&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how it's done and my responsibility is to make sure things go smoothly. My parents will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disown &lt;/span&gt;me, seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DISOWN&lt;/span&gt; me, if I start practicing again. I told them about it and they got fucking pissed. I don't see the big deal, but they're all like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You know why you screwed up your past exams? BECAUSE YOU DANCED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT screw up because I danced, dancing is not the cause of all my mistakes, dancing is a passion!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I don't know how I'm gonna manage dancing without my parents knowledge. Please, if you guys can figure out a way for me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LIE &lt;/span&gt;to my parents, contribute as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I also hope you noted the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone out in ages either, yes, I've been studying everyday and being as good as I can. But this is just making me restless. I also didn't eat dinner and I'm damn hungry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm so angry and pissy and bitchy. No, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;PMS, please don't even imply that it is, I'll break your face. I'm just fucking irritated with everyone and everything right now. I need joyyy. I need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now. I can't decide, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;wants something, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy &lt;/span&gt;wants something else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;wants something else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;wants something else. Nobody gives a shit about what I want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4111601528257442981?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4111601528257442981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4111601528257442981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4111601528257442981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4111601528257442981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-have-tons-to-say.html' title='I think I have tons to say.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-160192418252267914</id><published>2008-05-27T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:26:40.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Of Davids and Guitar Hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is a MUST-watch if you love the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Davids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; SO CUTE! I'm still SO &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;inLOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UZ12-bNpHpk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;xox, trish&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/2317906866902304585-160192418252267914?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/160192418252267914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=160192418252267914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/160192418252267914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/160192418252267914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-david-and-guitar-hero.html' title='Of Davids and Guitar Hero.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8221762017832994146</id><published>2008-05-27T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:44:30.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>When the stars fall, I will lie awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the drama with the phone bill, I lost my phone line for good. Yes, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super chun ke-awesome-ted&lt;/span&gt; phone number that looks so good and appeals to my paranoia, obssessive compulsive-ness and nature, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I got a new number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, track me, hunt me down, interrogate me, I just might let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8221762017832994146?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8221762017832994146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8221762017832994146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8221762017832994146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8221762017832994146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-stars-fall-i-will-lie-awake.html' title='When the stars fall, I will lie awake'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2086241983126609964</id><published>2008-05-25T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:36:58.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>You've gotta have a dick, to have a dick in your mouth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'s blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say you were in a relationship for 2 years and your boy/girlfriend cheated on you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, so? That's pretty normal isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last conversation you had with your best friend about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Things that are uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Hahaha, that's funny, you perve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Haha, I didn't until Paris this year. I love the adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather go to a party in or out of town?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Doesn't matter, it's not the venue, it's the guest list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Studying, I couldn't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One wish?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` To leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is life going for you right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you miss any ex girlfriends/boyfriends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Hmmmmmmm. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` If I'm still keeping it a secret, the person doesn't really need to know, does he/she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person to comment you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any meaning behind your profile song?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` There's no song on my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe what comes around goes around?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, I prolly deserve everything that's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favourite fruit?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Mangoes, Mangosteen, Kiwi's, anything sour-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust people easily?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, too easy. But I'm a doubter. I doubt the people I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's the one person that always gets you through the day?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Jammy. He never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you give out second chances easily?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, I give third, fourth, fifth chances easily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like hugs or do you freak when people hug you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I love hugs. If I freak out when you hug me, you prolly stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done anything illegal?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Haha, I'm not sure. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like steak?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a lover or a fighter?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Neither. I love when I love, I fight when I fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What colour are your eyes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Very very dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you went out?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you saw?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Penelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who made you smile today?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Jammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you smile a lot?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yeah, a lot, for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best thing that happened to you this week?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you believe in love at first sight? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever felt jealous of your friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Nah, they have some things I don't have, but they don't have what I have either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you did?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who`s next to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jasmine ghost. Pontianak. Dettol ghost. The whole team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you were with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Parents, Bro and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What song are you listening to right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How`s the weather right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Post rain weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you called?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Teva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you danced?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` About an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a friendship over something stupid?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Nope. I wouldn't allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you ate?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Eggs, hash brown and sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been depressed before?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` ~_~ I'm SO happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Eyes or smile, I like boys with nice teeth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` My brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you go anywhere today?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you an only child?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` No, I have 2 older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you shopped for?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I haven't shopped in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like where you work?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I'm still studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like books?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yes, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything that you hate this day?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I hate everything, this day and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you chat with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Teva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your topic?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Things uncalled for =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2086241983126609964?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2086241983126609964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2086241983126609964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2086241983126609964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2086241983126609964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/youve-gotta-have-dick-to-have-dick-in.html' title='You&apos;ve gotta have a dick, to have a dick in your mouth.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8933357218503985931</id><published>2008-05-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:50:46.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>You've gotta have rain to have rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie tagged ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions : Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 3 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a specific age, I'll marry when I feel like it. My life comes first ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; If you have the chance, what would you probably say to your beloved one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like potatoes, I don't like tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;If sex is a game … would you be good at it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA/Manhattan. I wanna travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have all my other dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Maybe other people can, but I definitely cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pack up and leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone broke your hand, what would u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stab that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, friendly and photogenic&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were list them all out, I'd take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt;Describe your fantasized-life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having everything I wanted earned by myself without relying on anyone else. To be happy, to have a kid, to be loved. And the world at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;What is your ambition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like Seacrest! I wanna be like Kidman! I wanna be like Cook! I wanna entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;What is the thing that will make you think someone is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;What are the is the most important things in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, myself, my friends, my family, my food, my dog, my house, my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16.&lt;strong&gt;Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even need to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in youself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Honestly, do you think life is fair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but we get used to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;What do you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I wanna go out, buy stuff, eat good food and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8933357218503985931?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8933357218503985931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8933357218503985931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8933357218503985931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8933357218503985931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/youve-gotta-have-rain-to-have-rainbows.html' title='You&apos;ve gotta have rain to have rainbows'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5672650140716826960</id><published>2008-05-24T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:10:25.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Sleeping is overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I had a sleepover. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng &lt;/span&gt;were supposed to show but they didn't so it was okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mysarah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked my dear brothers out of their room and we took over. We watched Idiocracy, which is an absoluuuutely dumb movie but hilarious. We order &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;'s and drank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ribena &lt;/span&gt;and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Brawndo's got what plants crave, it's got electrolytes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;was sleeping off during the movie and her eyes were so red. So we cleaned up and went upstairs. Soon enough, she was energetic all over again. There was blog-hopping and boob-grabbing and talking. I think we kept my maid up the whole night but I had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at 6 a.m and woke up at 9.31 a.m. Then we mamak-ed and we went home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamai &lt;/span&gt;left after a bit and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;was exposed to the evils of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GossipGirl&lt;/span&gt;. She went home and wiki-ed it. Now she's addicted. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number is no longer in use. I don't have a new number but I'll be sure to let ya'll know when I get it. So don't call or text or anything. You won't reach me.&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5672650140716826960?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5672650140716826960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5672650140716826960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5672650140716826960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5672650140716826960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleeping-is-overrated.html' title='Sleeping is overrated'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8717761276105820764</id><published>2008-05-17T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:59:07.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Here's to my VAINPOTSELFOBSESSEDNARCISSISTBESTIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC7dXHubciI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qXDK9m5bbrk/s1600-h/IMG_6715COPAAYY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC7dXHubciI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qXDK9m5bbrk/s400/IMG_6715COPAAYY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201338008940016162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get a load of this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Picture courtesy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairstylist : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wardrobe : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one all natural, all original picture of, you guessed it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEVA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my bestfriend is SOOOOO self-absorbed. She keeps gushing and gushing about how hot she is. First, I tried to argue, then I tried to defend, then I tried to agree. I failed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need proof?&lt;br /&gt;Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC7kdXubckI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UCDM9ubmfmY/s1600-h/CONVO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC7kdXubckI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UCDM9ubmfmY/s400/CONVO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201345812895593026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I have to agree. Her pictures are super hot and gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Props to her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2317906866902304585-8717761276105820764?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8717761276105820764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8717761276105820764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8717761276105820764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8717761276105820764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-to-my-vainpotselfobsessednarcissi.html' title='Here&apos;s to my VAINPOTSELFOBSESSEDNARCISSISTBESTIE'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC7dXHubciI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qXDK9m5bbrk/s72-c/IMG_6715COPAAYY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7060184775332598242</id><published>2008-05-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:25:57.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Seventeen is a BIG number :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A very Happy Birthday to Vickie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel/photoshop goddess/one with the super hot model skills has turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned about her is NEVER judge a book by it's cover. The first time I saw her, I thought, I might not like her. She seems like the type of person I'd be at war with. Within a week, we were inseparable. Taking random pics with each other, the laughing, the jumping, the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember our never ending escapades in the middle of the night in a stadium looking for that certain boy. We clicked in an instant and I'm surprised to how close we got in such a short period of time. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TerLi &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jassy &lt;/span&gt;stuck around long after the Merdeka Performance was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super glad to have met you and I hope you have a superb seventeeth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC20xnubchI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xz0XDWxqk0U/s1600-h/DSC08355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC20xnubchI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xz0XDWxqk0U/s400/DSC08355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201011909253100050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE &lt;/span&gt;right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you tons babe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7060184775332598242?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7060184775332598242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7060184775332598242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7060184775332598242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7060184775332598242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventeen-is-big-number.html' title='Seventeen is a BIG number :)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SC20xnubchI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xz0XDWxqk0U/s72-c/DSC08355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5631644774249503538</id><published>2008-05-16T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:04:19.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>AssCRACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I apologize for that last post, it came off as narcissistic. Oh, I'm not taking it off. I apologize for that too, because I'm still being a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we've got ONE more week of exams, then a HOLIDAY. I keep forgetting to hand in my Moral Project which is absolutely stupid of me and our dear Pn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chew &lt;/span&gt;is gonna cut my already super low Math marks so that it can be LOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AdikANNIE &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the exams tend to bring some people closer, and others further apart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mymy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;have been my very loyal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JuicySacs &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AloeVeraTits &lt;/span&gt;partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amalina &lt;/span&gt;is a friend of the GOSSIP. Who knew such a carefree person had so much to say. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of things I was supposed to get done but as usual failed. But on a very surprising and different note, my days have been pretty uneventful. If you don't count the running away from teachers and the going to hospitals. But thats nothing, I do that ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there was the issue with the prawns again, but my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adik &lt;/span&gt;will be glad to know, I wasn't puffy this time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID &lt;/span&gt;vs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, I'll be seeing you in the winners circle with a big smile on my face. Tatafornow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5631644774249503538?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5631644774249503538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5631644774249503538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5631644774249503538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5631644774249503538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/asscrack.html' title='AssCRACK!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1211954482339565693</id><published>2008-05-13T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:32:49.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>When in a good mood, take advantage of the situation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my face? Well if you &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; you're hot, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a step back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Look into the closest mirror you can find and &lt;strong&gt;think again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox, absofuckinglutely ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1211954482339565693?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1211954482339565693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1211954482339565693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1211954482339565693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1211954482339565693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-in-good-mood-take-advantage-of.html' title='When in a good mood, take advantage of the situation.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4351425068863228425</id><published>2008-05-10T00:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:32:37.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; of your afterlife here, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Arrived too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; And when I think of all the places I just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear, escape from this afterlife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; ’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Can leave this place but refrain, ’cause we've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; of your afterlife here, so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; No pain or sign of time (I’m much too young to fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; I've made up my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Gave me your hand but realize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear, escape from this afterlife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; ’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="Text"&gt; take me back inside when the time is right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Loved ones back home all crying ’cause they're already missing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; (I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unbroken&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m choking on this ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Oh Lord I'll try so hard but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you gotta let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; (Unbreak me, unchain me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need another chance to live&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear, escape from this afterlife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Text"&gt; ’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt; take me back inside when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Assassination of Jesse James by the coward Robert Ford&lt;/span&gt;. That movie was shot like a Nokia Ad. 'Twas pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haha, today was pretty fun, despite my all too sudden and irritating mood swings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;says she's gonna slap me if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I screwed Moral Studies up, I usually get A1's so that's an issue. I spent my whole Form 4 year thinking it was a guaranteed A for SPM for me coz I kept doing so well, but the difference between me in 2007 and me now, is that I am extremely unmotivated. I don't feel the interest in anything or anybody. There are moments where I'm so nice to people, then suddenly I totally ignore them, like they're not even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during the exam, I kept saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SILENCE! I kill you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;kept telling me to shut up, then I was singing that campfire song song that Ling got stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would prolly explain why I couldn't think straight and form words during the exam. Thank you so much you dungu idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Harga diri..uhmm, HARGA DIRI.. C A M P F I R E S O N G song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stole someones phone. Actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;did the stealing. I just ran away with it. But then it's not exactly stealing coz we sorta asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Did you bring your phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Pass.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Just give it to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"JUST GIMME YOUR PHONE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Dammit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, we robbed him like snatch thieves. But he hunt me down and I had to return it. OH BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept hugging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms Yaya&lt;/span&gt;. We were fighting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; and we started smacking each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Trisha Archuleta Teo Tsuihsia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's so CUTE! I'm so in love with him.  Heeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried when he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Me Tender&lt;/span&gt;. I know, so silly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCSHUhERFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3paX-NdhkQg/s1600-h/DavidA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCSHUhERFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3paX-NdhkQg/s400/DavidA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198428656435795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anywayyy, after school there was a bit of drama at the Interact meeting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;left her pencil case but I couldn't send it over. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;came and picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and I up to go for the registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep talking about it like it rules your world, like it affects you in the most significant ways. Wake up, I stopped caring forever ago. I'm not insane and I'm not gonna feign redundancy. You're supposed to be old enough to just know about the things you're gonna have to go through in life and if you think I'm an issue, you have no idea of the gravity of the bullshit you're gonna have to face in the near future. We're running out of time and you're wasting yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you speak of things you don't understand? It might have been a petty joke to you but it meant the world to a whole lot of us. You are in no position to judge and nothing you can do will ever earn you that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ridiculed me and my family in every way possible and if I never see you ever again, I'd be glad. If I did, I'd pretend I don't know you because you are invisible to our household.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother reading my blog because my life will go on as though you never existed in the first place. We're very caring people, just not to you, no more. Never. I'm not going to apologize for anything because you screwed up. There's accidentally slapping me in face, jokingly slapping in the face, deliberately slapping me in the face and there's deliberately jokingly hitting me in the head with a baseball bat and running me down with a range rover. You did the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NOTHING left to say you to. I don't owe you any explanations and I certainly won't back you or defend you ever again because every time I did so, I ended up being the stupid one with the idiots end of the deal. You used us. I'm sad and disappointed, but most of all I'm angry. I could murder you if you were worth my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye M, you're no longer family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't mind what I wrote up top if you know it's not you. More exams to come and Mothers Day on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the sudden craving for a slurpee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mamak sessions, I miss the conversations that lasted forever. I miss being childish. I miss the way high school used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4351425068863228425?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4351425068863228425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4351425068863228425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4351425068863228425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4351425068863228425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-walking-into-dream-so-unlike-what.html' title='Nuts'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCSHUhERFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3paX-NdhkQg/s72-c/DavidA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8547940884630551803</id><published>2008-05-08T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:39:30.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Everyday is one day closer to the very next day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a lil something special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCLsflfCFsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZJ_Ruxiha0o/s1600-h/1j24F2.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCLsflfCFsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZJ_Ruxiha0o/s400/1j24F2.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197976947321345730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seee my fat little head??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnnietheAdik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been very distant since that incident. People keep asking me if we're okay and I keep telling them we are. Honestly, I'm fine with the whole situation. It's over, it's passed, we shouldn't bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't reply, even if you did, you take ages. I thought that maybe since I'm sis, I get to cut queue. It doesn't matter really. I haven't spoken to you forever because I got pretty sick of waiting around for you to reply. So maybe when you're not so preoccupied, we'll hang out like before.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you to bits la, don't over think things ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is acting up on me. I want a new phone. Haha, and they say I'm asking to much. I can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnostic Exams are on now, there was a lot of commotion over the Intervention Exams, but the Diagnostics are a more silent affair. I didn't feel like there was exams until the morning on the first paper itself. So odd. Moral Studies tomorrow, lots of memorizing and I haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snitch &lt;/span&gt;looks like a rat monkey. Such a weirdo wimp dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leon &lt;/span&gt;said I was cheap, worth only 5 bucks to be more specific while 'she' was worth way more. I think that was the moment I decided to want to have nothing to do with him ever. So rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it, everything else is pretty private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8547940884630551803?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8547940884630551803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8547940884630551803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8547940884630551803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8547940884630551803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyday-is-one-day-closer-to-very-next.html' title='Everyday is one day closer to the very next day'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/SCLsflfCFsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZJ_Ruxiha0o/s72-c/1j24F2.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-685428197090746055</id><published>2008-05-07T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:24:32.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Trips around the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you're blue,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry 'bout all the things I said to you,&lt;br /&gt;and I know, I can't take it back.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I love all your sounds,&lt;br /&gt;and baby the way you make my world go 'round,&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buckcherry&lt;/span&gt;, Sorry-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry kid, life just ain't fair. But it's one free trip around the sun every year you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) today I wrote about a lucky escape. I nearly got raped and killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stood at the door of class and I looked at everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mymy &lt;/span&gt;said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Imagine how'd they'd act after SPM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What comes after high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 16 going on 17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-685428197090746055?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/685428197090746055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=685428197090746055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/685428197090746055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/685428197090746055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/trips-around-sun.html' title='Trips around the sun.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1806106736686432472</id><published>2008-05-03T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:24:43.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>I'll prattle on about minorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing, I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lousy.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken like really spoken [real conversation with feelings and laughter for hours] to my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't texted or call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AdikkAnnie &lt;/span&gt;in ages.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone with a gastric and no food whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are in mere days and I haven't studied a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually trying to find something that's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's NOT okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap &lt;/span&gt;I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamer than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do guy's carry totes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"..Because they can't find frogs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-awkward silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamer than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're not stupid, just not very smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamer than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You think you so cute is it? Well, you're not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamer than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh wow, a blue dick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;I need something better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;Trisha tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely disconnected from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, where're you when I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm alone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1806106736686432472?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1806106736686432472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1806106736686432472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1806106736686432472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1806106736686432472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-thing-i-hate-school.html' title='I&apos;ll prattle on about minorities'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1423549973702388357</id><published>2008-05-03T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:55:27.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't say much to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1423549973702388357?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1423549973702388357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1423549973702388357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1423549973702388357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1423549973702388357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/05/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6735926979797076688</id><published>2008-04-25T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:25:40.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><title type='text'>ZoomOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life under a microscope. Everyone was watching her every move. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'You're nobody until you're talked about.'&lt;/span&gt; She was definitely somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt; When something about her changed, people would confront her and ask her and advise her. School, exams, results, personality and even the personal bits to her life. It was constant drama but she'd deal time and time again. She was watched, all the time. Ask anyone. What's new with her? They'd give you stories. The good and the bad, the truth and the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she built barriers, walls to protect her. She broke hearts along the way. It wasn't a phobia, it was a disorder. But they never stopped talking. She'd feel relieved every time a story ended but she'd be longing for another one to begin. A mistake she always made. And they talked and the same thing happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt; People that she had no idea existed said things about her. It shows their obsession. But the words stung. They affected her again and again. Why is it so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated the microscope. I hate the microscope. The thing is, she feels obligated to please people. To live the way they want her to. When they talked, she'd try to fight like hell to what they say and be better so they'd approve of her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm done with the microscope. Just, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what happened in 2006 is happening again. I thought she learned her lesson. I guess they never do. I couldn't do it. My heart wouldn't take it. It couldn't possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MerVin &lt;/span&gt;is stalking me. MooHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6735926979797076688?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6735926979797076688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6735926979797076688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6735926979797076688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6735926979797076688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-my-explanation.html' title='ZoomOUT'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-496891359670846513</id><published>2008-04-18T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:23:39.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm going through a lull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through everyday like a normality. Thing's keep happening to me but at the end of the day I feel as though I'm out of energy or that nothings happened at all. It's as though I've fallen into a rut. I'm so happy at one point, but really sad at the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel indecisive, like I don't know. Like, I'm constantly worried something would go wrong or fall out of place or break down or cease to exist. I'm constantly worried I'd lose myself in all of this mess. There's a lot of what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't catch up?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy told me never to say what if. Hoping brings comfort then grief. Working towards it always seemed to be the wiser choice for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm trying to appeal to your better nature?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I need to be accepted by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening all over again?&lt;br /&gt;..when I promised it wouldn't have to begin in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a vow and now it's broken,&lt;br /&gt;it's too late, those words were spoken.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's pointless trying to fight my fate,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hope the punishment comes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Don't dream on it.."&lt;/span&gt; he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contagious schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;. Like the friggin' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bridge to Terabithia&lt;/span&gt;. Pass on the image and you'll hear the voices. Start with the voices, you'll get your setting. Find the setting, you're the one that insane. Go see a shrink. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people poking in my business. I think I've earned the right to be left alone. You don't see me poking into your life. I'd like to be happy with all my people who make me very happy, the audience isn't needed for the show. I don't need an applause. Just the thrill of the performance would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of all this. I'm gonna go back to my phone. My phone connects me to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person &lt;/span&gt;makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're a mean person and you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-496891359670846513?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/496891359670846513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=496891359670846513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/496891359670846513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/496891359670846513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-8394988229935538479</id><published>2008-04-17T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:44:00.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>And then there was me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been avoiding conflict and trying to stay away from the drama. As predicted, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siva &lt;/span&gt;was checking on our work and I as usual, didn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I were asked why we didn't finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;So the usual crap :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Too much work, tuition classes, piano classes, seminars, ediboard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've been so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it sometimes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mysarah &lt;/span&gt;and I were rushing Bio today coz we wanted to leave early, but we got out of class late anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that guy who was taking pics of me on Sport'sDay again today. He was walking past and I was walking in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he touched my hand. Asswipe pervie doodle fuckface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5Science2 &lt;/span&gt;will be going against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5Science1 &lt;/span&gt;for volleyball. It's gonna be so coool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JeremyGAN&lt;/span&gt;, even though he's all sick and I text him as much as I can. Because I looooove him and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Castro&lt;/span&gt; and wheeee! I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have this thing for this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I thinkkk I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-8394988229935538479?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/8394988229935538479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=8394988229935538479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8394988229935538479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/8394988229935538479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-then-there-was-me.html' title='And then there was me'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-9164522310264624237</id><published>2008-04-14T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:37:55.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I found out something today in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking that if it happened to me, my reaction would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"That bloody bitch wants a war, I'll give her one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the reaction she gave was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started regretting, and I would like to apologize for what I said. I'm really not that bad a person, but if you seriously need an introduction to why I find myself really disliking you sometimes, I'd gladly tell you. Because, it disappoints me to how friendly you can be in front of me, and so different the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for what I said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenYi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyramid &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;. It was considered as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday outing. We laughed at people, took tons of pictures, ate ice-cream and bought a bag for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;. That day including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;trying the punk look, sitting in the middle of the floor and being stalked by some random guy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, after dropping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;off, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;'s parents dropped us off at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FGA &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planetshakers &lt;/span&gt;. Yes, again, I went to a church. Wheee! As un-holy as I am, I actually enjoyed myself. The speaker was really good too. I had fun with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;as they were my company throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were the people I met for the first time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SueLyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ChanMann&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SueLyn&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;, I dunno how to spell her name. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jammy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SzeWei &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enoch &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanji &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonia &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;showed up and we left pretty angrily. But its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fucked up when I got home. My parents were pissed coz they didn't expect me to be back that late. I ended up having sneak into the room and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as usual, was extremely dramatic. Pooh Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I were talking in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem &lt;/span&gt;and I got called out. Damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Friend arh? You finish the story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Holy mack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the whiteboard marker and walk towards the board. I stare at the equation and balance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Write the equation for butanol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Holy mack, this is not good."&lt;/span&gt; I mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Erm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First write the general equation for alcohol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what the freaking general formula for alcohol was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong&lt;/span&gt;, go help her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong &lt;/span&gt;helps. Thanks tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Now balance the equation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write a 4, then a 5. Then I'm friggin' ready to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I kept miscounting it. Panik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tevaneea&lt;/span&gt;, go and help her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;helps. Again, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I COULD have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAMED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I walk back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KimLoong &lt;/span&gt;explains how I was shaking so much my CO2 looked crooked and wonky. Great job. I also lost my pen-drive. Jinxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-no-ge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to know, you people are really mean to her. Calling her names is just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i've forgotten how to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-9164522310264624237?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/9164522310264624237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=9164522310264624237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9164522310264624237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9164522310264624237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2829004384415632076</id><published>2008-04-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:45:03.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Take Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really dislike school at times. I go to come home and I come home to go again. It's pretty messed up but I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty lousy and I'm angry at the fact that he let me take all the blame. She came up to me and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Stay away from my boyfriend, I'm disappointed at the fact that you'd even try to get him, I didn't think you'd be that low."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even know head or tail of the situation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;actually said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"That's just uncalled for, why blame the girl and not the boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really disappointed in my assistant as well. He's all messed up and I've just decided I'm done talking to him. I like older guys, it's a fact. But lately I've noticed how much more immature they are. It's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home there's a lot of fighting. The siblings, the parents. Everyone. We're not getting along. I fell down the stairs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is that pathetic. We're getting closer as a class thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SwearBox&lt;/span&gt;. I told my dad how we collected 7 bucks in 2 days, with 20 cents per cuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"What kinda class are you in? So vulgar."&lt;/span&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told mummy how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;, who is the king of profanities, has not had to cough up any money. She's seems to think our box is bringing out the good in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TeenTitans &lt;/span&gt;theme song in class today. We were singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;'s theme song in the hallways. I had to 'follow' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaMeng &lt;/span&gt;to the toilet. But we didn't enter the loo. We hung out at the foot of the stairs and talked cock. People passing by thought we were pak-toh-ing so when I went up to class everyone asked me if I was 'dating the Form 4 boy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HanifHamSap &lt;/span&gt;came to class and called me out, saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"Pn. Norliza nak jumpa Trisha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Dew &lt;/span&gt;gave me a look and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"What did you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I dunno! What did I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I frantically adjusted my hair and my clothes and tugged at my skirt. But no one complained about me. Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vaentan &lt;/span&gt;reads chinese mags. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia &lt;/span&gt;momo-chacha-ed me. We kept fighting for chairperson and I nearly climbed on the table coz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;tangan panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my sequence wrong again. Oh nevermindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAZZAWORD &lt;/span&gt;after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went home, did homework. YES HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2829004384415632076?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2829004384415632076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2829004384415632076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2829004384415632076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2829004384415632076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me.html' title='Take Me'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2578296427701253924</id><published>2008-04-09T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:49:35.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>H to the Ello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been gone for a long long time. Here's why, the lightning struck the house and then the phone lines went all weird and there were sounds like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'BEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPBURRBURRPREPREPTERBOMMMMBEEEEEEEP'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo, yeah. The connection stopped working. Also, I've been super busy with a lot of things. Like SPORTS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was different this year. Less hanging out with friends, more being alone and cheering and participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my usual 4x100m. According to people, I was super fast it was shocking. I over took many peoples and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LittleMissTHIRDrunner&lt;/span&gt; lost my lead. Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KawadKaki was awesome. I stood in front in pretty purple and I was so happy with how everything turned out. THANKS SO MUCH to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AhJun &lt;/span&gt;and the guys. They put a lot of heart into it. Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FuiJinn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeiFong &lt;/span&gt;who helped tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures and the whole deal, check out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenYi&lt;/span&gt;, you better watch yourself. I will hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho humm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling &lt;/span&gt;and I were supposed to participate in debate this year but we didn't go for it in the end because we got the letter late and we don't have a Bumi speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wanted to join :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I love love love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Castro&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R_yygvhrxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/07LKtuveSE4/s1600-h/JasonCastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R_yygvhrxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/07LKtuveSE4/s400/JasonCastro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187217146407273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't mind the hair coz it suits him and he can sing and he's got the most beautifulest eyess. I told my mummy, I wanna marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "Okay, go la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;. DAMN CUTE LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R_yz0_hrxXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1TFFs5LPz5c/s1600-h/DavidArchuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R_yz0_hrxXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1TFFs5LPz5c/s400/DavidArchuleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187218593811252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's the boys from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GossipGirl&lt;/span&gt;, which I'm currently extremely in love with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nate Archibald&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Humphrey&lt;/span&gt; ALL THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair &lt;/span&gt;is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm supposed to apologize to that evil Pn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam&lt;/span&gt;. I'm supposed to stay away from this boy because his girlfriend told me so. I'm supposed to not hurt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenYi&lt;/span&gt;. But, guess what? I don't care. I thought about it during BM today which would explain why I was so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, I'm not gonna swallow my pride. I'm not a whore so I'm not doing anything wrong. And that girll, soooo deserves to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's my time. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2578296427701253924?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2578296427701253924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2578296427701253924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2578296427701253924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2578296427701253924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-to-ello.html' title='H to the Ello'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R_yygvhrxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/07LKtuveSE4/s72-c/JasonCastro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5193460324507334229</id><published>2008-03-30T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:10:31.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Today, Tomorrow, It's all the same to me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up early early today and I decided, today is bum around the house in your jammies day!&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed food, and chocolate and anything bum worthy, put on a movie and sat there munching away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PHONECALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;said lunch. So LUNCH! It was so last minute I had 20 minutes to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I rushed and I was readyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Claypot Chicken Rice in Chan Sow Lin. Then we went back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s place. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, in a boring after I came home kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I learned how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pears!&lt;br /&gt;2. Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;4. Just cake really, good nice wonderful tasting cake.&lt;br /&gt;5. Magnum ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;6. Cereal!&lt;br /&gt;7. Tau Foo Far!&lt;br /&gt;8. Cendol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's that undying love for Edward Cullen, but I didn't have to learn that today. I knoww that all the time :) Oh the irony. I wonder if I left anything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I realized I don't know how dates work. On tv, they look simple. But so far, every date I've been on has either left me feeling irritated or awkward. And group dates, LONELY. I also end up talking to the girls more than the person I'm supposed to be dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the boys I've been dating are just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying, is like cleaning the toilet. It's horrible and disgusting and it's one of the things I hate to do, but when it's done, everyone's a ton happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I managed to come up with that while, you guessed it! Studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5193460324507334229?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5193460324507334229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5193460324507334229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5193460324507334229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5193460324507334229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-tomorrow-its-all-same-to-me.html' title='Today, Tomorrow, It&apos;s all the same to me..'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6975761956164581291</id><published>2008-03-29T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:00:12.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>When PMS strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so rude to the teachers in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the naive little idiot I am, I showed up in school at 7 30 a.m sharp. Dressed in that extremely uncomfortable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam&lt;/span&gt;, the counsellor teacher, exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whyy&lt;/span&gt; you wear like that? I thought you said you were wearing some chin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being told I was stupid to succumb to the idiocy of being involved in events like these all the time by my dad, I was in no mood, I repeat NO MOOD for that whiny voice to be nagging at me in the morning with students at the school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;busstop&lt;/span&gt; staring at me like I was butt naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I said I was wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;, teacher."&lt;/span&gt; I replied, extremely disgruntled.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to hide the rudeness in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on about how I looked extremely out of hand and it wasn't allowed as the principle didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Owhkay&lt;/span&gt;, so it seems like I'm the whore, wearing the extremely revealing supposed traditional costume. That's not how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple said, the teachers' in charge of the event were extremely unorganized. After losing the argument, the played the blame game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if they needed to see the costume.&lt;br /&gt;They said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"No need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt; all the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up in the costume.&lt;br /&gt;They said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"I thought yours was the normal type, this isn't normal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wrongg&lt;/span&gt; with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dingdongs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how there's a normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt; and a not normal one. And if they KNEW there was normal and abnormal, they could have probably given specifics. Like no organza, no see-through materials. In fact I don't even think they knew the difference between a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was arguing with them as well, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;overslept again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgar &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;tried to calm me down but thanks to PMS and emotional instability, I cried. Yeah, I was so fucking pissed I cried. I wouldn't even look at the teacher in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgar &lt;/span&gt;had to leave for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Leadership Challenge thing, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam &lt;/span&gt;sabotaged me by asking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to go get registered, leaving me alone. I couldn't form a complete sentence thanks to the heaving and the coughing and the choking. So I screamed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was, as usual, making excuses for herself.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All I could manage was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't *heave* see *heave* how this is *heave* my fault!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She attempts to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"This *heave* is not my *heave* problem. It's due *heave* to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;irre&lt;/span&gt; *heave* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sponsi&lt;/span&gt; *heave* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bility&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I screamed that, so people were sorta staring. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam &lt;/span&gt;decides she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;on the other hand, tells her to leave me to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hyperventilating, I kept quiet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WeiYing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;comes with a packet of tissues and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;JzeYing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;comes and sits beside me as well. I couldn't breathe and I wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slap her senseless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she nicely threatens me with the school leaving cert. Saying that my behaviour could be given a C and that I wouldn't be eligible for scholarships if it's a C.&lt;br /&gt;I angrily retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"My parents can pay for my education thank you very much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she brings Miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Liew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;into the conversation, telling how she could have gotten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Guru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Cemerlang&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; if it wasn't for the way she dressed. And she talked about the principle and she tells me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"My dad just sent me here, you expect me to call him to come and pick me up? If you seriously want that, you're getting yourself into loads of shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she let slip that she told the principle she checked our costumes and the principle would get angry and scold them if I go up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're covering their asses, these evil bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained how I've worn the same types of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt; the previous years and it hasn't been a problem. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;comes back loudly exclaiming about how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;the organizers are for getting the students to show up 2 bleeding hours before the event started. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I complain about the teachers and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;joins us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam &lt;/span&gt;offers to send me home or take me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; thing as if her mistake was petty. I didn't see how it was nothing after being yelled at by my dad because I had to come to school at all so I made more noise and she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam &lt;/span&gt;has once again pushed me to the max. I'll make it clear I'll never have anything to do with her after this because she is horribly disorganized and unappreciative. Also the fact that she refuses to take the blame for her mistakes and puts it all on everyone else. I think if she killed someone, she'd bury the body and live without guilt. It's like how she screwed up and tried to get me to disappear from school grounds. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not forgetting this, neither am I letting it go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt; uh no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s parents came and picked us up, went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Daphyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s place and hung around. Then I was sent home. My parents weren't home yet when I arrived. Watched some movies and then I went out for dinner with the family minus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about what happened in school, she told my dad. As expected, they told me I was stupid to be involved with idiots. Then I told them about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, and my dad said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Sick boy, that one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"That guy needs to be beaten up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yeah, seriously, he needs it so bad. Go beat him up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I so very much agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;, Ling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;JzeYing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;WeiYing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;for today. It would seriously have ended badly if they weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, bad things seem to keep happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUN.CHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6975761956164581291?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6975761956164581291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6975761956164581291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6975761956164581291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6975761956164581291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-pms-strikes.html' title='When PMS strikes'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-5631492352012772517</id><published>2008-03-29T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:44:42.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Sadists' Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're still here and extremely interested in how I managed to get through this week, you're definitely sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the usual crap, I spoilt my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it can't be saved, coz I wanted to save it so I played mechanic and nearly pulled one of my fingernails off. I ruined it even more ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;wiped the table with my nuggets. :(&lt;br /&gt;Wisely kicked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuan Sing&lt;/span&gt; ditched me, again. I'm damn sick of waiting around for him to get his job done. It's a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Add Math and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lim &lt;/span&gt;was being a jackass about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;keeps forgetting to bring the cd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;keeps getting me into trouble with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;My parents keep yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;doesn't talk to me at all in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even been talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annabel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's either, everyone hates me or I'm the victim of some cruel joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people think I'm stupid. So they lie and they talk about things like I don't get it. It's pathetic. But they'll just tell me I'm overthinking things like I'm deranged or some lunatic. I'm clearly not. Then they say I'm worrying too much over little things, but I'm not doing that either. So they'll tell me I'm in denial. I was laughing like a mad idiot just now, but my mood's just gone to shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-5631492352012772517?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/5631492352012772517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=5631492352012772517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5631492352012772517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/5631492352012772517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadists-paradise.html' title='Sadists&apos; Paradise'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7097331454184233097</id><published>2008-03-22T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:25:32.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>We're like the marines..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..we NEVER leave a man behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a series of perfectly orchestrated unfortunate events, all happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school early in the morn for what we people call a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Gotong Royong'&lt;/span&gt;. This is when we clean up and make pretty our surroundings. Our [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling &lt;/span&gt;and I] tasks were to paint the computer lab with a number of other interactors. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanjivan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan Yew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;were already in school by the time we got there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chun Kit&lt;/span&gt; was also there even though he wasn't an interactor. So nice of him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bad luck begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was, I was holding that long stick with the roller, and it came loose and fell while I was painting. After that, I accidentally smeared maroon paint over the walls I was supposed to be painting white.&lt;br /&gt;Then I smeared maroon paint on my pants ~_~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then I was painting the pillar and the above bit, and blue paint dripped on my face and my ear and my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;and I wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt;. So off the 7-eleven we went. The thing blew up in my face. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like everything was moving slow motion. I saw the lid fly up as the cup gave a loud pop. Up went a splosh of green icy goodness and splat! back down on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sakai &lt;/span&gt;fella, I dunno what his name is. He stole my shoe and he hid it somewhere. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leon &lt;/span&gt;helped me get it back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s place with her. We bought food and we ate and we cleaned up with turpentine. Then we did the little bit of work we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I got at text message from someone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s bit of drama for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie &lt;/span&gt;came over with cupcakes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R-Ujy_hrxVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dOe9GJXd8w0/s1600-h/cupcakesfromannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R-Ujy_hrxVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dOe9GJXd8w0/s400/cupcakesfromannie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180586305312769362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sweet right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stoned in front of the computer and we went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/span&gt;. Which mind you, I would like to say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNABEL is a WIMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, thankyu for the cupcakes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get poisoned and die so props to you! Plus I'm not PUFFYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7097331454184233097?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7097331454184233097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7097331454184233097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7097331454184233097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7097331454184233097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-like-marines.html' title='We&apos;re like the marines..'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R-Ujy_hrxVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dOe9GJXd8w0/s72-c/cupcakesfromannie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3257749057994878478</id><published>2008-03-20T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:13:14.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Prawns are EVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know me, you SHOULD know, never feed me prawns.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the tiny ones. I'm allergic to them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's sad because I like prawns very much. Sometimes, resisting the temptation to eat them is, almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of yesterday, I can never taste another prawn EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some would know, after I eat prawns, I'd get a bad bout of rashes. I would get all red and spotty and really fugly. But thats just it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, on the other hand. I almost died. :O&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah, I didn't know there were prawns in the noodles. Neither did anyone else. And even if there was, there's nothing to worry about. Just rashes. OR SO I THOUGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the rashes came. I was watching tv and it was getting worst. I told my mom about it, and my face was getting puffy. Yess, PUFFY.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually swelling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll, I couldn't breathe. I was choking and coughing and my dad freaked out. So he rushed me to the hospital. Yeah, my dad was speeding like a madman.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived and to open up the airway, they had to stick a tube down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;That was extremely uncomfortable and disturbing by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then they gave me some injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that were running through my head were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm gonna die I'm gonna die. Holy mack I'm gonna die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh crap, needles. I hate needles. Bloody hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon the swelling went down and I was free to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I have some scars on my legs from the rashes since they were much worse this time. No I'm not gonna show you coz they're really ugly. You might get scared and think I'd infect you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alive. So hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Annabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Annabel's today. We talked. She drew me being puffy.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly adik, it looks more like I was bloated and pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to cramming Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3257749057994878478?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3257749057994878478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3257749057994878478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3257749057994878478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3257749057994878478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/prawns-are-evil.html' title='Prawns are EVIL'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-3417719547953992535</id><published>2008-03-19T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:32:06.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><title type='text'>It's at an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My days are usually extremely tiring in the morning, I wake up after sleeping an hour before I have to wake up. When it comes to school, I'd talk to only a certain few people in the morning. Basically because the only people I feel like talking to in the morning are in my class and I'm a prefect. I don't have much time to talk before assembly, so I ignore everyone or they ignore me, who knows anymore? Well, until I get to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a reasonable amount of fear in me in the mornings. I'd fear for my day, I'd be afraid if I'd go through something that would ruin my week. I'd worry about anything that could possibly be completely hazardous to a weak mind and a faltered ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day goes well, I'd gradually be more friendly to everyone. My mood swings always prepared for full effect any time. Sometimes I make mistakes and screw up my own day, some days, when it's not my fault, I'll get angry at the person who is at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time school ends, I'll wonder which of my friends would wait for me. Sometimes they just walk right off and I'd be disappointed, only to find them waiting outside for me. That usually brightens up my mood. So by the time I get to the bus stop, I'd be pretty perked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time passes, quick..sometimes I don't notice it passing. I'd panic when I realized how much time I've lost. By evening, when the sun is about to set, I begin to lose all joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though something is ending. Everyday it seems like I won't wake up tomorrow so I begin to feel like, I feel like..&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the end, and I feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through every day like that. My constant wonder of whats gonna happen in the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afraid &lt;/span&gt;of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't notice&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afternoons&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunsets &lt;/span&gt;make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nights &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-3417719547953992535?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/3417719547953992535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=3417719547953992535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3417719547953992535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/3417719547953992535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-at-end.html' title='It&apos;s at an end.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7740632670444654413</id><published>2008-03-19T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:00:05.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>So PLANNED out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's settled, I'm gonna get it done! After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;of course, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;and I have planned it and we are happy to announce that it's a surprise, and you'll have to wait many moooons to find out! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we'll definitely shove it in your faces when it's done. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are on. Gosh, I hate exams. No, I have NOT been studying so I'm not gonna complain about my results when they get back. I'm just gonna say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Haiya. MY FAULT LA I KNOW."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;for helping me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prolly won't be updating much since school's reopened and my parents aren't giving me as much freedom since it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great champion. When you ran the ground shook. The sky opened and mere mortals parted. Parted the way to victory. Where you will meet me in the winners' circle. Where I will lay a blanket of flowers on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dreamer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;, is, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horse&lt;/span&gt;. When she ran, the ground &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shook&lt;/span&gt;. The sky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opened &lt;/span&gt;and mere mortals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parted&lt;/span&gt;. Parted the way to victory. Where I waited in the winners' circle. Where I laid a blanket of flowers on her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horsey &lt;/span&gt;back. And she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pleased&lt;/span&gt;. She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neighed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkayOKAY. Sorry kawan. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7740632670444654413?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7740632670444654413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7740632670444654413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7740632670444654413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7740632670444654413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-planned-out.html' title='So PLANNED out'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-9049373290233494701</id><published>2008-03-15T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:25:26.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Wham smack into my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you get for being stubborn and stupid. Haha, I was running and gliding around the house today and my maid said that it was only a matter of time till I hit something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While answering &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Noooooooo~ I won't~~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gliding towards the stairs. I did it many times before, honestly. I was able to brake all the previous times. But this time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;yelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"BOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slipped on the stairs and fell flat on my butt and continued to slide down the steps. I'm not sure if 'slide' is the right word because it wasn't a smooth ride. Nuh-uh, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;had a laugh. Oh yes, he was laughing so hard with my maid and my gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;'s friends came over. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;was already here at the time. As usual, they played mahjong. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don &lt;/span&gt;drank Malta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conversation was like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Amanda looks a bit like Lucy Liu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Yee&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"You hava got to mean a shrunken Lucy Liu with abdominal problems."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"A bit la. I think so too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah la. Got!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Yee&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youuu &lt;/span&gt;think Amanda's hot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Well...EYH who's turn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Yee &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Stop changing the subject la dei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"OhMYGOD you think she's hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yee : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yeerrrr."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"No la, Jeremy just doesn't wanna diss his friend's girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"NOW, MY SISTER, is very smart. She knowsss me. WE are ONE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Yee&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Cock la. Your little sister had to defend you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"NOOOOO.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;and me turn on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "Why la suddenly merajuk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Coz I've been ACCUSED! I'm an INNOCENT MAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Yee&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You're not a man la, cannot even answer the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Yeah la. Senapang so short summore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the ordering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonald&lt;/span&gt;'s scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Uhmm 1 Chocolate Sundae. Eyh no, that that cornetto shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Yeah, and 1 strawberry and another chocolate sundae. Yeah, this one the normal shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McD &lt;/span&gt;didn't wanna deliver coz we lived in Sri Petaling. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don &lt;/span&gt;was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Yeahla. Stupid Sri Petaling, KAMPUNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;and I went out at 3 a.m to a drive thru to get our food. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McD &lt;/span&gt;didn't have ice-cream. Buggers. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice &lt;/span&gt;wasn't happy because she was cravingg it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a weird post.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I dunno what to believe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-9049373290233494701?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/9049373290233494701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=9049373290233494701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9049373290233494701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9049373290233494701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/wham-smack-into-my-face.html' title='Wham smack into my face'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1528848086697336857</id><published>2008-03-14T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:24:18.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Love in Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the risk of sounding corny, I'm gonna tell you a dream I had. It was so good I refused to wake up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;. I just knew it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy &lt;/span&gt;even though I've never been and there were no signs. But it seemed like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;is indescribable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;'s just there and if you fail to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, you fail to understand every ounce of feeling I have. Well, anyway, in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never went out in the sun. We'd sneak out of the house in the middle of the night. I'd cling to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;on the vespa and we rode around town. The streets were always empty and it was always just the 2 of us. We'd stop at places we wished to stop at, and under the streetlights and the moonlight, we'd laugh and play and dance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cautious &lt;/span&gt;but extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;. Sudden movements would make my heart skip a beat, but I'd feel so comfortable around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right, and we always knew when it was right, we'd go back to the house, stand at the porch and wait. In time, the sun would come up and we'd stand there watching it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;'d hold my hand and watch me as I stared in awe at the beautiful morning sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process would repeat, different places, different sensations. All &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd wake up, feeling disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw you in my dreams, now I can't wait to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1528848086697336857?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1528848086697336857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1528848086697336857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1528848086697336857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1528848086697336857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-in-italy.html' title='Love in Italy'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1463499991887971536</id><published>2008-03-14T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:40:56.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Ger and Amy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Real name &gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Trisha Teo Tsuihsia. I'll bet you can't pronounce the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Nickname &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They call me, sha. dodol. panik. shisha. long crunchy prawn. bangla. I call me, miss awesome like awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Married &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Male or Female &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Highschool &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SMK Bandar Baru Seri Petaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. College &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Short or long hair &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda in between. Not short, not long. Very out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you a health freak &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Height &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 5 feet 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you have a crush on someone &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you like yourself &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Piercings &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2 on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Righty or Lefty &gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. First surgery &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. First piercing(s) &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I was 5 or 6 I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. First person you see in the morning &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. First award &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ooh, uhm kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. First sport you joined &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. First pet &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 15 dogs. yes Teva, 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. First vacation &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. First concert &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Errr. I think it was Jay Chou. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. First crush &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Primary 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Eating &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Drinking &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. I'm about to &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wander around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Want kids &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Want to get married &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No. I dunno. I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Careers in mind &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Movie star! Anchorwoman, show host, model, writer, magazine editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE IS BETTER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Lips or eyes &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Hugs or kisses &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Shorter or taller &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Romantic or spontaneous &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spontaneously Romantic. But not too cheesy. I don't like cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Sensitive or loud &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Trouble maker or hesitant &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trouble maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Kissed a stranger &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Drank bubbles &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Lost glasses/contacts &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Ran away from home &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Liked someone younger &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Liked someone older &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Broken someone's heart &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Been arrested &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Cried when someone died &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Liked a friend &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Yourself &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes. Not now. But sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Miracles &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Heaven &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Santa claus &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Only when I watch Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Angels &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY ~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Is there one person you want to be with right now &lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Do you believe in God &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Tag 5 people &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Teva, Tyng, Bernice, Phoebe, Spellman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-1463499991887971536?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1463499991887971536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1463499991887971536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1463499991887971536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1463499991887971536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/amychinyeeling-amy-mimi-mrschoiminhwan.html' title='Tagged by Ger and Amy :)'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4202525269967326019</id><published>2008-03-13T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:40:42.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>I feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was right. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied today, History. Just to please my parents. I wondered how we could've gone through the day and it scared me. I hate school. I hate home. I don't know where to go. I can't avoid anything. I guess I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me will my love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stick around&lt;/span&gt; now it may show,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Something in the things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;shows me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4202525269967326019?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4202525269967326019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4202525269967326019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4202525269967326019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4202525269967326019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel.html' title='I feel'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4698981953568724594</id><published>2008-03-12T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:24:04.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>And it all comes back down to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell asleep at 4 30 in the morning. Yay me! For someone who hasn't had a proper nap let alone sleep in days, this is a very wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oddest &lt;/span&gt;most &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pleasing &lt;/span&gt;dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold and windy, the sky was dark. It looked as if it was about to rain. My hair was tied up as usual and I was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mymy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amalina &lt;/span&gt;in the school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WaiChoong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(yes, that crazy psycho that hugs teachers, loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Roshini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and saying 'pukimak'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes up behind me and he pokes at my hair. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;starts laughing and she mouths the words '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WaiChoong&lt;/span&gt;'. I raise an eyebrow, turn around and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Please don't do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away, seconds later, he comes back and does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep my cool. Politely, I ask him to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;He leaves and returns again, doing the same thing as before. I get angry. I tell him to step off. Just like before, he leave, and returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, he pulls off my hair-tie. Throws in on the ground and starts ruffling my hair up. I turn around and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smack &lt;/span&gt;him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;face &lt;/span&gt;with the back of my hand. My face is flushed from the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Trishaaaaa!"&lt;/span&gt; I hear someone yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to smack &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WaiChooonnggg&lt;/span&gt;. WoooooohhH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s place. We ate and studied. She taught me how to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AddMaths&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logarithms &lt;/span&gt;wheeee! We tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Differentiation &lt;/span&gt;but I failed miserably at that. We'll try again some other time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan &lt;/span&gt;cried today, that's coz he was scared of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;'s mom. So adorabubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Name one other indian friend thats a girl, that you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some serious thought, I realized. I don't have anymore. Unless you fit the bill! Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people are so negative sometimes? It's not because we think Emo is cool. It's not because we want to seem like our life sucks. No. It's not like that at all. It's because we're afraid of being let down again and again. At some point, we get so disappointed after thinking positive, it breaks us from the inside out. So we lower our expectations, just so it would hurt much less when we're disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at today. Today was the first time I slept in days and it was the first time I woke up without a migraine. Today was the first time in months I felt happy. I was looking forward to having that the next day and the next and the next and the next. But I came home to bad news. Tonight, is gonna be so much worse than before. Everyday after tonight, is gonna be so much worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"..I sent him away, feeling confident I'll be okay. No, not after today, I'll need him here with me again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4698981953568724594?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4698981953568724594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4698981953568724594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4698981953568724594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4698981953568724594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-it-all-comes-back-down-to-me.html' title='And it all comes back down to me.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-9208531512701596324</id><published>2008-03-12T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:08:41.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Just in case..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..you thought I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. Here's proof that I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what if I'm a little disconnected from the world lately? I still find the energy and the inspiration to do stuff. So, it's not studying and so I'm not being very productive. I know I'm constantly sitting on  my ass or lying there like someone in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/P1100196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/P1100196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1759copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1759copy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1762copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1762copy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/1_465631166l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/1_465631166l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/20071125_00115copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/20071125_00115copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, this is all I've been able to do. I can't even use it to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editorial &lt;/span&gt;work, so it's not done. I've been doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my afternoon was spent watching tv and eating porridge. Then I was writhing and screaming on the floor. I'm not insane. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;was attacking me. He grabbed my neck and my shoulders. My friends would know, thats where I'm most sensitive. He poked and prodded and tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in fact yelling, asking him whyy he was being so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I need you to feel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what the heck kinda answer is that?!&lt;/span&gt; Stupid head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was lying on the couch face down. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;sits on me. Yeah, that fatty sits one me! Then he totally lies down on me. As expected, I couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he pushes me to the floor. It was supposed to be funny. We were laughing and stuff but when I fell, I got surprisingly angry. Very angry in fact. So I got back up and attacked him. That, turned into a fight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;is way stronger, no doubt about it. So I lost. Then I kicked him. HEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on his face was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hulkrage &lt;/span&gt;on me. So I ran away like the little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken &lt;/span&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gramps &lt;/span&gt;is here, again. He's being very nice which is very odd. He even gave me money.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeh, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-9208531512701596324?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/9208531512701596324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=9208531512701596324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9208531512701596324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/9208531512701596324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case..'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4769701640203605978</id><published>2008-03-11T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:14:18.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional rollercoaster'/><title type='text'>Rose Hugging Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some guy said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Roses looks pretty! But you must be able to bear the thorns if you wish to hug it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck, hugs roses!? Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm blogging coz I have nothing to do and I can't sleep. So I'm gonna emo for a bit, if you don't mind. But then again, I don't care if you mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I was scared of SPM. Scared enough to get up and be motivated. I wish I was interested enough in being alive, it's not me, I'm different lately. I know it sounds pretty stupid, but I don't know how else to put it. I'm just not interested in going out and being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I cared more about other people, instead of being the self-centered little bitch I am. I wish I had a specialty. Something I'm better at, something that makes people remember me and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"She's the girl for this."&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I had nicer legs. I wish my parents were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;of me. I wish I had special &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powers&lt;/span&gt;. I wish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;could've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;me instead. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was wishing for all those things, there are people with no jobs. Countries that are starving, people dying, global warming. While I was being insensitive, the world suffered more pain than I could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;were here.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did Pandora's box ever open up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4769701640203605978?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4769701640203605978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4769701640203605978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4769701640203605978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4769701640203605978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/rose-hugging-idiot.html' title='Rose Hugging Idiot'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2915064300558439234</id><published>2008-03-10T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:42:37.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>No more than usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went out today! Yes, I mustered enough energy to get my fat ass off the cold hard floor to go out with my parents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;came along since I'm your everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panikballs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10000 b.c&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rhyminggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BurgerKiiiing&lt;/span&gt;, as usual. Went shopping, as usual. We bought flip flops, as usual, they matched. Yes I knoww, we're more obsessed than a pair of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;newly coupled faggots&lt;/span&gt;. I got new sunnies :) so did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of money today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10000 b.c &lt;/span&gt;is a good movie. I found it profoundly hilarious and I kept saying stupid things in between lines. Now me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;are spitting on each other [inside joke].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endah Parade&lt;/span&gt;. Had fries at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;, as usual. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubble Tea&lt;/span&gt;, then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face hurts. I wonder whyyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner sucked, now I'm here, again. This is being pathetic at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2915064300558439234?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2915064300558439234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2915064300558439234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2915064300558439234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2915064300558439234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-than-usual.html' title='No more than usual'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4175049042687303382</id><published>2008-03-09T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:33:56.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Cold in his arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so odd, I can never sleep lately. I have not slept in 2 days, and in that 2 days, I've been sitting on the cold hard floor, in front of the bright laptop screen. &lt;strong&gt;Eunice&lt;/strong&gt; says my eyes are bloodshot. I say, my ass hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially the clumsiest person I know. It's what people accident prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chopping onions yesterday, the knife was recently sharpened. I cut my finger. The pain came as a shock to me so I accidentally dropped the knife, in the process of dropping it, I cut my palm. As if it wasn't enough, the knife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it fell on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told &lt;strong&gt;Teva&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expected reaction : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"OMG How the heck you do this la?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reaction I got : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Eeyer! Got blood in the food ar?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother telling my family. They have a tendency to think I'm suicidal. I honestly wouldn't blame them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all that happened, there was yelling outside my house. &lt;strong&gt;Annabel&lt;/strong&gt; and all her kawans showed up and did a formation outside my house. Bunch of &lt;em&gt;weirdoes&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt; took a movie and they went off. They're lucky they came at that time. I would've been too bloody to meet them if they came any later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I have nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just..&lt;strong&gt;BLUERGH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4175049042687303382?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4175049042687303382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4175049042687303382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4175049042687303382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4175049042687303382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-in-his-arms.html' title='Cold in his arms.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7210593799945359237</id><published>2008-03-09T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:51:10.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Paris '08 Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7210593799945359237?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7210593799945359237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7210593799945359237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7210593799945359237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7210593799945359237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/paris-08-part-2.html' title='Paris &apos;08 Part 2'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2719109047632753635</id><published>2008-03-08T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:42:45.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Because I feel like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/Peek-cha1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/Peek-cha1153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="467" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/Mulan084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/Mulan084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/NationalDayCarnival07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/NationalDayCarnival07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/02032007137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/02032007137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/P1012082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/P1012082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_2361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/DSC01329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/DSC01329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_4683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_4683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_4623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_4623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/PICT0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/PICT0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121220076699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121220076699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/eyeMO001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/eyeMO001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/DSCF9324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/DSCF9324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/131120076042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/131120076042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/051220076548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/051220076548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121120076017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121120076017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121120076016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/121120076016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found you a dog &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't is gorgeousss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee195/tinkersha/IMG_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take more pics with Tyng, Amalina and Mymy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2719109047632753635?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2719109047632753635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2719109047632753635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2719109047632753635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2719109047632753635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-feel-like-it.html' title='Because I feel like it'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-2688466311688275033</id><published>2008-03-08T11:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:54:10.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Keep 'em hanging on, but never moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want and what they like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's easy if you do it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I refuse I refuse I refuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misery Business&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;like you.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not like you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-2688466311688275033?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/2688466311688275033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=2688466311688275033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2688466311688275033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/2688466311688275033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/keep-em-hanging-on-when-theyre-moving.html' title='Keep &apos;em hanging on, but never moving on.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-7187074233681471935</id><published>2008-03-08T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:49:00.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I told you there was a complication to my life? Well, yeah. I wasn't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I had the life any girl would want. There were no rules, no boundaries, nothing to hold me back. I had love and I loved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the catch, I lied about the fact that my parents were having the vacation of their lives in Cabo. I pretty much drove them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"He will leave you one day! You can't expect something so fragile to go on forever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know what I'm doing, just step off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Your attitude is out of hand, your life is a game of Risk, do you seriously expect me just to stand by and watch you fall to pieces!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was angry, hysterical in fact. My head was thumping and my fists were balled up tightly. My jaw was clenched and rigid. My expression stone hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"I just wanna make sure you'll be okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mom, take him away and I won't be okay! Take him away and my life would most probably be over! Don't you understand that!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence..&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"No, I don't understand that. I don't respect that decision, and if that's what you choose, I think I'll leave your life alone. I'll be gone by morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mom, he's a boy. You're my mother!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"You seem to value him a lot more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"You don't understand! Why do you hate him so much!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"NO! I don't. I know he loves you and I can see that but you're making it seem like your life is over without him. It shows how weak you are, and it shows that you're gonna be fine doing just the way you are. It certainly shows how average you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting angrier by the second. Average was definitely something I was not. But she didn't know and I couldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"I never raised any of my children to be that way! I never raised you to be weak. I expected much more from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of our conversation. I didn't have anything more to say to my mother. She was too disappointed in me to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a petty fight and a relationship with a mother is ruined? It's deeper than that. To know, we'll have to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-7187074233681471935?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/7187074233681471935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=7187074233681471935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7187074233681471935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/7187074233681471935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-6297913481587730183</id><published>2008-03-07T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:28:09.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>The beginning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, today..&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school today. Yeah, I arrived at school at 8 a.m when school supposedly begins at 7.15 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was doing what I do best when I arrived. I got up to class and saw that the tables were all separated due to some piano exam. I picked a seat behind &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;, and went on doing what I did best.&lt;br /&gt;I could barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. Chew&lt;/span&gt;, left me alone! Yeah, she actually wasn't mean today. In fact she didn't say anything to me. Which made me feel better gradually. I need a name for a boy in a story. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyng &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daph &lt;/span&gt;randomly named him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;. ~_~ So right now, where we're stopped, I'm dancing with '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;' ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM teacher gave us shitloads of work, which is not good. Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dew &lt;/span&gt;was pretty upset today. She kinda nagged at us about not being in class a lot and how we don't have our priorities straight. We arranged the tables and I swept the floor! Then Add Math, more work. Sigggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;Steps, woozy, I'm on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus was so worried looking and caring. I didn't say a word, obviously too embarrassed to. Plus I was wounded. My hand was bleeding from scraping the wall. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne &lt;/span&gt;stood there in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny. I fall down and she gasps and stands there. It's like she KNOWS there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spellman &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"OMG"&lt;/span&gt; when he saw what I was eating. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JoeeeeyCheong &lt;/span&gt;on the other hand totally ignored me thankyuverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuan Sing&lt;/span&gt; was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Waaaaaah you eat so much ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was talking about giving viagra to cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I got my order of things all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuan Sing&lt;/span&gt; was in a horrible mood and he looked upset but since I'm keeping my distance, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HORRR&lt;/span&gt;, I won't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the mamak. The fella started talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teva &lt;/span&gt;in Tamil and she was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; "ARRR, err, no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped paint the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bendahara &lt;/span&gt;flag. I'm a nice person. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-6297913481587730183?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/6297913481587730183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=6297913481587730183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6297913481587730183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/6297913481587730183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginning.html' title='The beginning..'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-4021668461677474812</id><published>2008-03-06T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:53:17.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>This is my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Believe it or not, your attitude towards life is making you miserable!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared up at him with a look of disdain. He was glaring down at me with that '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll-smite-you&lt;/span&gt;" glint in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You're going to make yourself presentable and you're going to meet those people. You're gonna get your life back on track."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took my eyes off him. Crap, he's serious. It's buck up or die.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself together and rose lazily from the couch I was sitting on. My head filled with thoughts of pouring vats of candle wax on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my feet lazily up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Move it,"&lt;/span&gt; said a stern voice behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, was he irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;. I'm 18 years old and I have a brother and a sister. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Terrence &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, my parents seem to have developed a love for the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Terrence &lt;/span&gt;is 27, he's got his own place, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tori &lt;/span&gt;is 22, she's away doing her final year at a prestigious university far far away god knows where. But I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt;, enjoying the vacation of their lives, leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;He's my boyfriend, we've been together for about a year and a half. I won't tell you his name because that's none of your business. But I'll tell you, he's what makes me want to wake up in the morning. With his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfectly angled features&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dazzling smile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful brown eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fair skin&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder how anyone can stop themselves from falling head over heels in love with him. He could be an angel or a mirage, maybe a figment of my imagination. But he's definitely the only person I ever want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would probably explain why I listened to him and did exactly as he told me. He kinda has that effect on me. He practically has that effect on everybody. He's naturally persuasive and being the insufferable, stubborn little girl that I am. That bit about him makes him work even more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're probably wondering..&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy like him doing with someone as lifeless as me? Hah, I wonder that everyday. Funny, he loves me. He never fails to remind me and he's always coming to the rescue. It could be a papercut, a nosebleed, a car crash or me falling off a cliff. He'd be there in a flash with worried look and the ambulance. He overreacts a little bit. But I'm the one thats accident prone. I should be grateful to have him, and trust me. I am. I can't help but feel he spends more time trying to keep me alive than doing the things he loves though. I've mentioned it before, he only said he loves keeping me alive. I think it's a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in the lounge, designer clad and extremely uncomfortable. He looked at me and smiled to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Wow"&lt;/span&gt;, he whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm obviously overdressed"&lt;/span&gt;, I grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You look absolutely beautiful. I love you for this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply couldn't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, everything in my life is perfect. No parents, no worries and the best boyfriend ever. Trust me, this is just the beginning of my story. It's more complicated than you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317906866902304585-4021668461677474812?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/4021668461677474812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=4021668461677474812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4021668461677474812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/4021668461677474812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-story.html' title='This is my story'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317906866902304585.post-1739415597350364349</id><published>2008-03-05T23:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:40:20.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Paris '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R86-WCpdkMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XWifNmX1VaA/s1600-h/P2090652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R86-WCpdkMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XWifNmX1VaA/s400/P2090652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174282307772453058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R86-DCpdkLI/AAAAAAAAAME/tNx1CaTd5Zg/s1600-h/P2090650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R86-DCpdkLI/AAAAAAAAAME/tNx1CaTd5Zg/s400/P2090650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174281981354938546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R869nSpdkKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JLSTlXFMQ8E/s1600-h/P2090637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R869nSpdkKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JLSTlXFMQ8E/s400/P2090637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174281504613568674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R868rCpdkJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_bRRbl8y7ZM/s1600-h/P2080597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R868rCpdkJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_bRRbl8y7ZM/s400/P2080597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174280469526450322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R867eSpdkII/AAAAAAAAALs/RWJviABIFcY/s1600-h/P2020043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R867eSpdkII/AAAAAAAAALs/RWJviABIFcY/s400/P2020043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174279150971490434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R866yCpdkHI/AAAAAAAAALk/tWZRpwlspjw/s1600-h/P2020079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R866yCpdkHI/AAAAAAAAALk/tWZRpwlspjw/s400/P2020079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174278390762279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R865typdkGI/AAAAAAAAALc/7mGGDPdyD_0/s1600-h/P2050424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R865typdkGI/AAAAAAAAALc/7mGGDPdyD_0/s400/P2050424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174277218236207202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TchiTchi, Teotim, Anais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R864_ypdkFI/AAAAAAAAALU/aZdiGRgPJ6A/s1600-h/P2040341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R864_ypdkFI/AAAAAAAAALU/aZdiGRgPJ6A/s400/P2040341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174276427962224722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon. The pics from my camera aren't in this pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xox, trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2317906866902304585-1739415597350364349?l=herlusciousmix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/feeds/1739415597350364349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2317906866902304585&amp;postID=1739415597350364349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1739415597350364349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317906866902304585/posts/default/1739415597350364349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herlusciousmix.blogspot.com/2008/03/paris-08.html' title='Paris &apos;08'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03293802009130893681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-j4i96wyZw/R86-WCpdkMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XWifNmX1VaA/s72-c/P2090652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
