<?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-14243249</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:28:21.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAPE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116412064628013877</id><published>2006-11-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:50:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="buh-bye!" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/3918/movedyv7.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116412064628013877?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116412064628013877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116412064628013877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/buh-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116383771756773080</id><published>2006-11-18T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:16:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exaltations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4989/10126265qu2.jpg" alt="currently feelign BETTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;exaltation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm finally seeing some sun after a bad night of rain. gosh that sounded cheesy. go decode it on your own. but i really wanna thank &lt;B&gt;aaron&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;sueann&lt;/i&gt;. their words of encouragement to me, is &lt;U&gt;priceless&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a selling journal! very caught up in the livejournal spirit now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://doitlikethat.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ROCK&amp;HOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called rock&amp;hot. haven't got anything on it yet. will be sourcing for stuff to sell when i finish paper on 20th, and going to bkk to source for LOADS of stuff to sell. (: don't worry. quality guaranteed. i really like the banners i made. smiles. my jeans and my jellybeans are here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116383771756773080?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116383771756773080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116383771756773080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/exaltations.html' title='exaltations.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116376530916385211</id><published>2006-11-17T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:08:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8227/stam35aq7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;i die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Come with me,&lt;br /&gt;Stay the night,&lt;br /&gt;You say the words but boy it don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;What do ya expect me to say?&lt;br /&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jojo is the only consolation now for me. no, i didn't break up. although i feel like i did. sigh. so mishaps happen. but can so many happen in one day? sigh. sometimes, when things screw up, they screw &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt;. it starts in the morning. i woke up with a splitting headache. i really wanted to smash my head. so then i was waiting for steph to tell me when she's going to school. but she never called back. not till when i called ling. and then, steph's with ling. sigh. so i drag my bum into a taxi to rush down to school. and then the uncle scolds me cos i told him to go by stadium side. do you know how annoying it is to get scolded by some random starnger on top of a fucking headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was a goner. yep. japan didn't come out. and sbq was out to murder me. i mean, &lt;i&gt;first question is reliability?! WTF?!?!&lt;/i&gt; aaron says its ok one. but he doesn't understand. it's not ok for me. because usually when i tackle reliability questions, it's cos i've got my confidence built up after doing inference and C&amp;amp;C. sigh. i guess i can't be what people want me to be. failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;failure failure failure fai...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this word rings in my head so often to the point that now, i'm numb to it. well, 20th guess i'll be at home shopping online again i guess. so i'll put my belt back in place, my pants shirt i reserved for shopping back onto the rack. i am supposed to go with ling cos yongle's working instead, but i doubt that might happen. knowing my darling friend, she'll pull something &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; last minute. so whattheheck. the only person i can count on the 20th is me. period. sigh. i think this is the biggest issue why i'm feeling like doggy-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;to aaron.C: this ain't your fault. don't start blaming yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. letdowns are a commonity to my life now. i guess my whole life has always been a letdown. yes, once in a while good things happen, but sigh. you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's just a little too late..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see. this is the 2648597395756281047th time the song is playing. i'd like it on a while more thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116376530916385211?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116376530916385211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116376530916385211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-die.html' title='i die.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116366896260353976</id><published>2006-11-16T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:22:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the anatomy of a penis on a cape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling KINDA ANXIOUS AND HAPPY" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1332/06wh6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the anatomy of a penis on a cape.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly titled again! heh. it's been so long since i last blogged. sos orry. well yesterday was 1st month. (: adventure is really an understatement. heh. also, my O Levels journey is nearing an end. tomorrow's history, and &lt;i&gt;man!&lt;/i&gt; i DO NOT know a thing. oh wells. try my best, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph's got me hooked on this website for for singaporeans to sell, buy and trade stuff. seriously people. it's addictive. i bought calvin klein jeans and jellybeans. ha. they come in the most unique flavours! hello? toasted marshmallows, strawberry cheesecake, huckleberry? need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/" target="_blank"&gt;SGSELLTRADE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hommebalkg1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4205/hommebalkg1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna get the &lt;b&gt;Balenciaga Mens Voyage bag&lt;/b&gt;. It's basically the Motorcycle Lariat bag, except it's the homme version. REALLY want to get it. gonna go get it on 20th once i finished my science MCQ paper. heh. i'm also writing for the website's magazine btw. i'll post some shots of the magazine once the latest one is published. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise jihan had a blog. lol. slow? no. found a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116366896260353976?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116366896260353976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116366896260353976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/anatomy-of-penis-on-cape.html' title='the anatomy of a penis on a cape.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116269590626187907</id><published>2006-11-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:05:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the finish line is checked and should be herringboned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feelign ANTICIPATIVE" src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/3682/4329717jb7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS IS IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have waited for 308 days for this to come. that's 18480 hours. which is 1108800 seconds. and tomorrow, it's here. &lt;b&gt;the o levels.&lt;/b&gt; kinda fast. and i still know NOTHING about &lt;i&gt;Merger &amp; Seperation&lt;/i&gt; so it's alarming to me. Practise a bit of Math tonight, but do some SS later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS: Merger, Good Governance, Dip&amp;amp;Deterrence&lt;br /&gt;Maths: TOACAHSOH, number patterns, MENSURATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blogging anymore till the end of the week. bye. and to all my classmateys and friends in sec4Exp/ 5NA this year, &lt;b&gt;GOODLUCK AND GOD BLESS!&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116269590626187907?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116269590626187907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116269590626187907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/finish-line-is-checked-and-should-be.html' title='the finish line is checked and should be herringboned.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116263584831267830</id><published>2006-11-04T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:24:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedshaped is an overused word. i like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/7321/172300yv2.png" alt="currently feeling A BIT FRAZZLED"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;woooooo~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and aaron just left my house. WHOOOO~. we just did like 6 hours of maths. i'm VERY worried for steph. cos her P1 is like......that. so yeah. she's gonna call me and it's her turn to nag at me cos she's teaching me SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;holy smokes!&lt;/i&gt; freakin' o levels is in 2 days time! shizzy-bajeezy! it's scary. and in the same one week's time, most of my papers will be over. then just find azlinda do history, and i'm set for my break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for Step Up to hit the big screens! gonna catch it. tired. shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116263584831267830?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116263584831267830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116263584831267830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bedshaped-is-overused-word-i-like-that.html' title='bedshaped is an overused word. i like that.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116253753809725731</id><published>2006-11-03T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:05:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gomenasai again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling ON THE VERGE OF CHRONICAL DEPRESSION" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1246/9818447gh7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;welcome to my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that i am gonna go for counselling with my pastor. because everyday, i wake up feeling like i just got hit by a bus. i see everything in a negative light and i cannot open up to anyone( especially him), no matter how hard i try to. and now, i'm afraid i will fall into a major case of depression. today really is the cherry on top of a disaster-plagued week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aaron was discharged today. but somehow, i felt like he was less-than-happy to see me today. so i left. and then, i lost my wallet. so i called ling and i figured if i went to the police, they could do something. so i did. well, my neighbour found it and dropped it off at my house while i was still at the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playlist for the day:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Greenday - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;2. The Fray - Over My Head&lt;br /&gt;3. Sum41 - Pieces&lt;br /&gt;4. t.A.T.u - Gomenasai&lt;br /&gt;5. Jojo - Too Little Too Late&lt;br /&gt;6. KT Tunstall - Other Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;7. Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;8. Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;9. 3 Doors Down - Here Without You&lt;br /&gt;10. Blue October - Hate Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my whole playlist is made of sad, sappy, and yet strangely comforting. &lt;i&gt;i'm tired.&lt;/i&gt; very very tired. i sick of everything around me. i'm sick of the o levels in 3 more days. i'm sick of the cold nights. i'm sick of the nauseatingly chirpy pooh bears. i'm sick of the TV stations having nothing to play. i'm sick of myself. &lt;i&gt;i hate myself.&lt;/i&gt; so now tell me i don't have depression. i don't want anyone to force me into opening up, because i won't all the more. so i've decided to open up to my pastor; on my own accord and for my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;don't miss me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116253753809725731?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116253753809725731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116253753809725731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/gomenasai-again.html' title='gomenasai again.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116237871552329178</id><published>2006-11-01T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:58:35.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling VERY DOWN" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/2194/10515646qn2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;celibating from euphoria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well aaron keeps asking me to not worry. but i can't. i won't. i won't stop worrying till he's out of the hospital. art sucked like fuck. it was horrid. i know i could have done better. &lt;i&gt;URGH!&lt;/i&gt; i hate myself. yeah, no more art for the next few months is quite enticing; but i can't take my mind of worrying. &lt;u&gt;there's always something to worry about.&lt;/u&gt; now aaron is in, what i call, a-neither-safe-nor-unsafe condition. cos there's no info on what's causing the infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;friends, i beg of you. please pray for aaron. i really want to see him healthy again. pray for the infection and that it would be cured. pray for his immune system that it will be strong. your prayers are well appreciated. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 9 more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116237871552329178?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116237871552329178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116237871552329178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-go-away.html' title='just go away.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116221378453213773</id><published>2006-10-30T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:09:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will never forget you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling EXTREMELY GRATEFUL" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/6075/07je8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;i would never leave you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the truth. yes, again, this post is for someone special. i want to tell him that today, when i saw him in pain, i could feel my insides cringing. really. like everything shrivelled up. i really wanted to get inside your body and fight away all the viruses. it was so hard for me. i just felt so helpless. i couldn't do anything. i was so stripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cried, i really felt very scared. very scared to lose you. because that would mean &lt;u&gt;4ever&lt;/u&gt; in a very different meaning. it was very painful for me. i could never imagine that situation. fear did overrun me. i could never lose you. &lt;i&gt;never.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me you were scared too. i understand. that's why i tightened my grip. it was for a reason. i am there. always was, always will be. &lt;i&gt;4ever.&lt;/i&gt; i can't lose you. i can't lose my &lt;b&gt;angel&lt;/b&gt; to some sickness. if you had to go, it MUST be in full glory. it would only do. but i don't want you to ever go. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called weiling once i left. i needed to talk to her. she kept telling me to cool down and to calm down. but i could not. it was like asking me to go jump off a building. i kept thinking about your promise, but i realised that, i will break the promise. that's why i refused to give a definate answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't lose you. i don't know what i'd do. everything i believed in will just fade away. i can't. please, God, i beg of you. you have never given me the fairytale life i wanted. but please, just this once, hear my cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;protect aaron. take me if you have to. but just leave aaron alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116221378453213773?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116221378453213773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116221378453213773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-never-forget-you.html' title='i will never forget you'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116210533129564543</id><published>2006-10-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:02:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry. then pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling WORRIED" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/4909/086bkwp9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;what-if?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday aaron had severe cramping, and this morning there was some swelling. really made me worry. then he started saying things that made me wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;if your loved one has only until tomorrow to live, what would be the last thing you would want to do with him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i wuold sit by his side, hold his hand, and pray. yes, pray. i'd thank god for him. for everything he's done. everything he's been to me: &lt;i&gt;an angel&lt;/i&gt;. i'd pray to god to forgive him. for his sins. for everything wrong he's done, for everything correct he's not done. i'd ask god to bring him to paradise, to take him under His wings. then, with a final kiss and hug, i'd let him go. physically, but never mentally. i could never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it all boils down to treasuring a person. how he was as person and how he has touched you in a special way. but why cry over a person and cherish the person only when he's dead? do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, he told me if he passed on, he'd want me to move on. i could never promise to such a request. it was simply too hard to accomplish; and i don't do promises that i know i can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116210533129564543?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116210533129564543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116210533129564543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/cry-then-pray.html' title='cry. then pray.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116210438968959299</id><published>2006-10-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:46:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK OF THE SLUTFACE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling MURDEROUS AND RAGEFUL" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6716/slutdpnv0.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTACK &lt;s&gt;OF&lt;/s&gt; ON THE SLUTFACE BITCH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this slutface bitch name &lt;u&gt;JEREMY CHUA&lt;/u&gt; who has genital warts. like seriously. his dick is like the face of the moon. how does he get such an STD? why, he has sex like drinking water. seriously. he throws himself on every matured man's bed, and takes every &lt;i&gt;sonofabitch dick&lt;/i&gt; that goes into his ass. he visits the mental hospital regularly and pops prozac( or however you spell it) like changing his condoms. he fakes stories of being raped and acts it out in drama version, with all the ripping of uniform and crap. puh-leez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then he just had to mess with me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, no freaking person in their goddamn right minds would flirt with an already attached guy! and he knew we were attached. &lt;i&gt;the nerve!&lt;/i&gt; though aaron didn't flirt back, it still got me fucking pissed. so i confronted the slut, screamed at his face, and left. all on msn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;does anyone have a shotgun i could borrow perhaps?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116210438968959299?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116210438968959299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116210438968959299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/attack-of-slutface_29.html' title='ATTACK OF THE SLUTFACE.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116194327299612259</id><published>2006-10-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:01:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story of two bad days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling SLIGHTLY STONED" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8447/10464916iz9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;a story of two bad days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. it took place over yesterday and today. well yesterday was my bad day. i just felt uncomparable to everyone, beacuse i felt inferior. like everyone was a hundred times better than me. today it was aaron's turn. well. i want him to know this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;babes. i'm here for you. and i love you alot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't anymore for anyone else. except that steph and ling, you girls keep rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116194327299612259?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116194327299612259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116194327299612259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-two-bad-days.html' title='a story of two bad days.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116167647230389222</id><published>2006-10-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:54:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling LETHARGIC" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3913/4152676uq5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELPME!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got zero drawings. i am set to die. argh! and i got my mom's 2-week old phone. so 2nd hand but still pretty new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;go do work lo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116167647230389222?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116167647230389222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116167647230389222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/cry.html' title='cry.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116160714395988694</id><published>2006-10-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:39:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fartsies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling BLOATED" src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/1879/carbsyd3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 days left...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ten days left till my art exam. i have got no shit to draw on for the prep work. looks like i'm dead. tomorrow and wednesday i'm locking up the math books. so i can fully concentrate on my ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've got to got to got to,&lt;br /&gt;catch, my, breath,&lt;br /&gt;i've got to got to got to,&lt;br /&gt;catch, my, breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught The Prestige today at VIVO. well vivocity's range of stores failed to impress, for one. the shops were just mundane and the crowds put you off even more. they have well-known brands, yes. but after the first-time-so-excited chills die off, you really see nothing much but some good window shopping. most of the shops were common and you can only find a few worthwhile ones. on the flipside, there were some nice pulls. GAP, Ted Baker, Pull&amp;Bear and Trucco turned out to be quite interesting. funny thing is, they're all new standalone boutiques for they labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige was a pretty cool film; although the finale, however prepostrous and whacky it got, still managed to throw some fun into the movie. but the twist was more lacklustre than i would have expected it to be. but on the overall, it's worth the watch. the acting was quite good, but some parts were just "frown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw: a boy skipping around, scrawny boys, nerdy walkers, loners and stoners. two things they all have in common: they have really short pants and they are all lower sec kids from chinese high. &lt;i&gt;the world is doomed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116160714395988694?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116160714395988694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116160714395988694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/fartsies.html' title='fartsies.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116140315845735899</id><published>2006-10-21T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:59:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThingsToDo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling RANDOM" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/5521/13447942mg2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;looking too far?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's abit overrated and nonsensical to look beyond the O Levels but i mean, this is the part that motivates me more. i got more stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go chalet with aaron.&lt;br /&gt;2. go kbox with aaron.&lt;br /&gt;3. go hongkong with aaron (and no melody!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've put up a list of things to do under a new section on the side bar. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i've been thinking alot. and i'm also considering a career as a fashion stylist. i mean, i have the eye of throwing thigns together and knowing what works with what...just the other day, molina wanted to buy a electric blue jumper dress. but she didn't know what to pair it with. so i quickly walked around the store and made her put on more pieces, and she looked good with the 3/4s, belt and heels. &lt;i&gt;should i should i should i?&lt;/i&gt; but designing has alsways been my first love. in fact, i'm thinking of calling my first brand 4ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my mom gets really irritated with her phone over the next few days. then i can take over it and she can switch to mine. YIPPEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116140315845735899?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116140315845735899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116140315845735899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thingstodo.html' title='ThingsToDo.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116134796029107613</id><published>2006-10-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:57:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret life of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling HEADSTRONG" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/5654/ohpaintbrushewarren19015eqqz8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the secret life of...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this title. i ripped it off the first Veronicas album, The Secret Life Of The Veronicas. they rock ass! really love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come baby we ain't live 4ever.&lt;br /&gt;lemme show you all things that we could do.&lt;br /&gt;you know you wanna be together.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna spend the night with you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got off with aaron's asshole-ex-who-tried-jioing-him-but-flunked. he's so funny. i said he has a weird name. and he was like cussing like his life depended on it.so funny. i mean JIHAN? hello? gold sweat? lol. funny stuff sia! then he's like &lt;b&gt;I DON'T CARE. BUT FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHOLE FAMILY...&lt;/b&gt;yadda yadda yadda...geez. if you didn't care, why curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him that, and he got even more pissed cos he just got jabbed. hmmm. &lt;i&gt;HCI loser gets jabbed by SHSS kiddo&lt;/i&gt;. tomorrow's headlines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pict00791copybf7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/7858/pict00791copybf7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pict00791ax5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/7590/pict00791ax5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pict00792qz6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8808/pict00792qz6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much today. i should be ashamed. i am. tomorrow i MUST MUST MUST do art. oh and hand my ATM card over to aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116134796029107613?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116134796029107613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116134796029107613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/secret-life-of.html' title='the secret life of...'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116126181954725704</id><published>2006-10-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:43:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUANDMYHAND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling HAPPY AS EVER" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/2998/oz5jb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4EVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm gonna add loads of photos to the blog. not all are linked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i had my prac. AHHH. finally over. i have the best teacher on earth: &lt;i&gt;PROF. CHIA&lt;/i&gt;!! he's A-MA-ZING. everything trick he taught me was put into use today. the prac was tricky cos it made you test some useless and random stuff. i mean, why would you need to know that copper (II) chloride gives a green flame? anyways. physics was like SOOO easy. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to meet dearie for his birthday! haha. yay! 18. he is a blessing to me. really. 3333 you aaron! went to airport and met his friend charles. had popeye's chicken and then we hung around. there was this irritating bunch of TPJC students. they are &lt;i&gt;losers&lt;/i&gt;. never see human before. so i took a photo of them to embaress them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0126lv7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="L is for LOSERS." src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4223/photo0126lv7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;he bought me a pooh!&lt;/u&gt; and got himself an eeyore. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image005qz0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="CUTE." src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/8477/image005qz0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this husky for sale. it is the CUTEST. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0124sy4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="How much is that doggy...in the paper?" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/6549/photo0124sy4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear clement...they won't die for too much shedding!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116126181954725704?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116126181954725704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116126181954725704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/youandmyhand.html' title='YOUANDMYHAND.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116109000461190271</id><published>2006-10-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:00:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more batik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling RELIEVED OF BATIK" src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/3993/singdpeu5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;a day that went...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today we submitted the courseworks to MOE for marking. got to see the work from other school, and i must say, our school's final pieces looks very well done. the others were not that good (some sucked, to say the least). here's some photos of MY batik; unfinished and finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;UNFINISHED&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img95.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0047zd3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="FULL VIEW" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/2520/photo0047zd3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0049ne1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1/4 VIEW" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/7830/photo0049ne1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FINISHED, 2 WEEKS LATER&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img95.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0120ji2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1/4 VIEW" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/50/photo0120ji2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0121nl3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="FULL VIEW" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/4306/photo0121nl3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img95.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0122na0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ARTIST + OWNER + FINAL PIECE" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/1217/photo0122na0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the batik is done in a &lt;i&gt;mendala&lt;/i&gt; style. which means the square is divided into quarts, and each quart is halved into a triangle. the design is worked on the triangle and tiled over to the other triangles. so there it is. after so many months of toiling like mad over my batik, it's now to be marked!! sure gonna miss the conversations we have around the wax pots everyday (it becomes a second starbucks) and the irritating clanging of QUEEN MELODY's janting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for PAPER2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teacher wore a really fancy-pansy shirt today that was too small to cover his underwear that was sticking out behind. when he bent down to pick something up, i nearly died. but he's still a good teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116109000461190271?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116109000461190271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116109000461190271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-more-batik.html' title='no more batik!'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116104742254428056</id><published>2006-10-17T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:10:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new wave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling JOVIAL" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9194/6485558gx0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;love@firstCLICK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met this guy a while back and we were talking on irc. and normally, i don't do guys on irc. but something about this guy is different. he wasn't your typical hunky guy you'd think i'd be attracted to. and he isn't like a josh hartnett, so that gives me a chance really love him for his attitude. we started talking online even more and then...bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and now, i'm in love with aaron. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny like that. (: but i don't care, cos i don't regret. whatever zhong said, is a jinx! cos it happened. LOL. anyways. yesterday, weiling came over to study, and a little while more, steph and jansen came too. like madhouse sia! the three siao-gao were screaming and running and poking and jumping and laughing. i, of course, was one of them! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i need to scream. UUUFWWOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116104742254428056?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116104742254428056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116104742254428056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-wave.html' title='a new wave.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116091166582368359</id><published>2006-10-15T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:28:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/2746/wr10ag0.png" alt="currently feeling ANTICIPATION FOR THE WEEK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;horror flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh muh frickin' gawd. this thursday is my O Level Phy/ Chem Prac!!! geez, i'm scared. i mean, a 14/15 was easy for prelims cos we had clues from the setter. this? this is totally...ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonard( the one from 4H) was in my tuition class today. it's kinda cool to have a normal hildan join me, after that genevive (sp?) experience. lol. yeah. we were like talking, and then mr. oh was like, "yes aaron? you don't understand? lemme go thru' again...blah blah blah..." we just sat there and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got a person i need to see to. he's out of food rations. see what i can do. i think a little sand and water might make a difference. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kidding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116091166582368359?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116091166582368359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116091166582368359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/week.html' title='the week.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116087187055532053</id><published>2006-10-15T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:26:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling LIKE LAST SATURDAY'S NOSE" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/9173/9210413et9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;buggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.are you happy with your life now? as in now?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so? i need a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;i might. if he was really right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;no. ever. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.would you take someone back if he cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;he wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.have you ever talk about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;yeps. tons of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.how many?&lt;br /&gt;not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.if someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;tell me straight, and show me thru your small actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.do you enjoy getting into relationship?&lt;br /&gt;if the guy is someone i would treasure, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.do you believe in love first sight?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;diehard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. if you could be married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;PARIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.have you ever wished that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.if one day your best friend fall in love with the girl/boy you deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;i'd give him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.are you missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;no. well. mebbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. write down their names in the list below.&lt;br /&gt;zhongxuan, philip, vivienne, zakkie, nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. my nose is bleedy crappy. it's like death wpund up. &lt;i&gt;touchwood!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116087187055532053?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116087187055532053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116087187055532053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey.html' title='survey.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116080382270415580</id><published>2006-10-14T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:30:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>washedout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling PLAIN AND WASHED OUT" src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/9076/stam46pt2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the beauty of monotony.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from the Katong Antique House. it's &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt;. went there to gather some pictures for my art paper 2. i found the most amazing wood carvings and it was falling in place. the owner of the house lives there, as with all his previous 5 generations of ancestors. went into his ancestral hall, and everywhere hangs pictures and photos of his ancestors. really cool. there's some consolation to be found that at least in our over-developed lives, there's a cranny of past and historical loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming jie's gonna scold me cos i'm on MSN when he's on. hmm. wrong timing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel washed out today. don't know why. just like really spread thin. i dunno. i need a saviour. someone to sweep me of my feet again. someone who can just make me think of him &lt;b&gt;24/7&lt;/b&gt;, other than trigonometry and covalent bonding. i need a person to love above myself. i need someone who can make me smile for no reason. i need someone to be silly with. i need a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;either that or i need to drug myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116080382270415580?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116080382270415580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116080382270415580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/washedout.html' title='washedout.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116072502264418345</id><published>2006-10-13T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:37:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling A SENSE OF ACHIEVEMENT AND JOY" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/86/4271081hj2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CLASSOF2006 - WE DID IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is graduation day. oh my god. we did it. 5 years in this school certainly brings alot of memories to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember me as a small tiny &lt;i&gt;sec 1&lt;/i&gt; boy still finding myself in this school. was in 1E with Mrs. Christina Peh and Mrs Edmerald Tan and a whole lot of 1989-ers. i was class chairman lah. we had like a blast in that class; cheer comp, BBQ, inter class games...wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sec 2&lt;/i&gt; was with Ms Berenice Low and Mr Daniel Phua. class was lame cos i was a councillor and everyone hated councillors. there. not much memories then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sec 3&lt;/i&gt; was with Mr Justin Law. worse year. but i met some great people; naz, lou, isaac, matthew, din, xu ren, dannelia, rach and everyone else. then...i retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sec 3&lt;/i&gt; again! This time with a repetition of FT + AFT: Mrs. Peh and Mr. Phua. Had the time of my life with sueann, nicole, bokke, juns, chengyong, colin, jon, clem, ben and von. then we moved on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sec 4&lt;/i&gt; and here we are. with Mr. K and Mr. Phua. really. this year was simply amazing. and my journey through St. Hilda's...living each day out...surmounting them into weeks and months and years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;to my teachers: MRS PEH, MRS D. YEOH, MRS CHEOK, MRS ED. TAN, MS QUAH, MRS. MCGRATH, MS ONG LULU, MRS LOW, MR D. PHUA, MR CHIANG, MR S. KWOK, MR. K, MDM LI DM, MS LIM, MS AZLINDA, MR GOPAL, MR NG SS, MRS LEONG SF, MRS ONG HH, MR BAKAR, MR LAW, MS NG, MRS ALLY EIO, MRS CALAIS WONG, MRS GRACE TOH, MRS ALINA TAN, MS SARAH YEW, MS TAN YEE LING AND MR ONG KIM SOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friends: ling, zhong, jialin, steph, jessilyn, nicole, bokke, FSA, dini, molina, esther, carol, terry, colin, annhin, kangwei, sal, yaqien, mary jean, hajar, hidayah, jo chua, yiwen, achap, christina, nelson, gabriel tan, vik, philip, nic teo and everyone else i did not mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. for everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116072502264418345?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116072502264418345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116072502264418345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/classof2006-we-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116063666242876696</id><published>2006-10-12T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:04:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK LA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling A LITTLE TROUBLED" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/2636/9362835je6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;dangit!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from art. oh yes, if you didn't know, my art PAPER 2 topic i've picked is "Foliage". yeah. today quite troubling. cos my mind's in a mess. a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;reason one&lt;/u&gt;: well alot of my friends are going through tough times and i'm concerned over them. just today dinisha shared with me about a certain fuck-git and we've agreed: he's promoted to fuck-asshole-git. then i'm worried for steph, well cos &lt;i&gt;i can be&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;reason two&lt;/u&gt;: my prep work leaves much to be made up for. a session of discussion with jessilyn today opens up your eyes. she tells it like it is, which is good, but also worrysome. sigh. ARGH! i'm gonna fail art. i fucking know that. ARGHHHHHHHH! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;reason three&lt;/u&gt;: terry is a disappointment. really. whatever dude. go live your own life. seriously. but when you screw up, it's you on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my skin. but you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116063666242876696?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116063666242876696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116063666242876696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck-la.html' title='FUCK LA.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116057142876956135</id><published>2006-10-11T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:57:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling A BIG CRUSH OVER CHANNING TATUM" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/8804/2658582sq7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;win a date with channing tatum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i stole that title from Win A Date With Tad Hamilton. but i must say that i admit: i'm nursing a huge crush over Channing Tatum. yes. he's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; guy from a few posts ago. i mean, LOOK AT HIM! he dances so dang well and he looks so chiselledly fine! *swoons* if i won a date, i'd tell weiling so she can get jealous, then bring her along. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had only about 2 other major hollywood crushes: Nelly (yes, the black rapper) and Sean Faris (he was irresistable but i got tired of him). heh. kinda shy to admit. yeah. but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about this gay gay BSB lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who you are&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from&lt;br /&gt;What you did&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imagine what a die hard fan would say. (keyword: &lt;b&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a transvestite,&lt;br /&gt;i'm from the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;i've murdered, raped, robbed, pickpocketed, fought, begged and sold my body to get your new CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT I STILL LOVE YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;for steph: BE STRONG GIRL. YOU STILL GOT US.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116057142876956135?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116057142876956135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116057142876956135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/channing.html' title='CHANNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116037506691731374</id><published>2006-10-09T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:24:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot fart smells sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling LIKE I'M IN A SAUNA WITH HAZE" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/1539/7614121ya3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hot fart smells sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah right. but it sounds cute as a title. no i am not a sadist. first day of study break. alls well except for one thing: &lt;u&gt;i'm not studying.&lt;/u&gt; can't jive myself up to study. i have school withdrawal symptoms; where you start to miss school. ironically, without school, my life's missing one big gap. sigh. tomorrow i'm going back to school for english so i'm gonna write a composition today for kukky to mark. it's inspired by my a blogskin i made titled RETROSPECT: a study of life's secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother i wasting his time away tweaking his computer when he's got a maths P2 tomorrow. wasting his time again. &lt;i&gt;how typical.&lt;/i&gt; but i'm in no position to verbally assault him for this, cos i'm no better off. i really wanna put up another skin, which was titled PLUGIN but RETROSPECT looks far more fresher and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christopher lee got caught drunk driving. haha. mommy will be so happy laughing at his misery. i think it's a family tradition to hate him. i think he can't really act and he doesn't have the body. i think he has the goofiest smile ever. i think it's comical how he behaves to be constantly in the limelight. i think it was the hide-my-relationship-with-fann tactic that now turns into the drink-and-drive-and-get-into-rehab now. whoopie. but no one should give too much shit about what i think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;virginity is go-go 60s!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116037506691731374?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116037506691731374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116037506691731374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hot-fart-smells-sweet.html' title='hot fart smells sweet.'/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116028594374032688</id><published>2006-10-08T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:39:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling HEADSPRUNG" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8779/lj4pg5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;what's after.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just calculating my time after O's. and boy! i got alot goin' on. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;20th Nov&lt;/i&gt;: Shopping spree with Molina and Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All thru'out holidays&lt;/i&gt;: WORK! (with Ling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3rd Dec&lt;/i&gt;: SC Marathon (Running 10km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8th - 11th Dec&lt;/i&gt;: Church Retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11th - 13th Dec&lt;/i&gt;: Ling's birthday chalet (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;30th Dec - Jan&lt;/i&gt;: Overseas trip with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3rd week of Jan&lt;/i&gt;: Take results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got aunty Anu to help me put in a good word to try and clinch a job at a fashion magazine for me and weiling. this is gonna be so fun. woohoo! aunty Anu knows Wee Khim who's like a big deal photographer in the industry. he's shot like zoe tay, fann wong and david gan works with him so this is really awesome. she's gonna get him to put in a good word for us for a job as interns at Bazaar. &lt;b&gt;YIPPEEE.&lt;/b&gt; this is really divine. better pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116028594374032688?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116028594374032688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116028594374032688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-after.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116022524085043766</id><published>2006-10-07T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:47:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/2040/4329717nt6.png" alt="currently feeling UNSURPRISINGLY LETHARGIC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;newtoview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a first for my blogs to use this type of skins. but since some people couldn't nevigate around the clicky things, i decided to use this type of skins. it's easier to use too. i like this skin. it's using one of my older images and now it's in a skin. i think it's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116022524085043766?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116022524085043766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116022524085043766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/newtoview-its-first-for-my-blogs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-116019786594800684</id><published>2006-10-07T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:14:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling LIKE A WRECK" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/3710/172300bs8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why the title "beautiful" but i was just gazing at Channing Tatum's face and typing this post (hence, beautiful). weiling and i saw him on she's the man yesterday and gosh! we were mesmerized. this is Channing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/my.php?image=channingvs9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/6997/channingvs9.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got steph to come over and watch You, Me and Dupree. ended up playing Game of Life. so fun lah. we opened like 4 bags of chips and started binging. but hey! we all need a break from our prelims post-stress. kettle chips are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well most people know that DnA is no longer DnA. it's just A. yep. but we still talk like friends. so yeah. (: singularity is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a frickkin' 24 for my L1R4. geez. im gonna cry. i need to bring it down by 6. we had our last day yesterday. geez. im gonna miss our school. i mean, 5 years as a secondary Hildan? that's bound to pack some memories. whether its good or bad, it's still gold. &lt;B&gt;i wouldn't trade it for anything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-116019786594800684?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116019786594800684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/116019786594800684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-i-dont-know-why-title.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115949382875298436</id><published>2006-09-29T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:37:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling HAPPILY OLD" src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/4276/1288023nm6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sugar seventeen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn seventeen today. that's kinda cool. but i feel older. like now i am supposed to be making all the right, smart, "matured" and "responsible" choices and decisions. wow. didn't know turning old has it's terms and conditions. but i guess i'm still allowed to have fun. dating, clubbing, shopping, designing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. the O levels are so near. and i'm fretting about art. but i'll let the art worry itself today cos it's my turn to have fun (which i have not had the luxury to in the past few days). today, zhong is treating me to lunch. i love that girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks to: zhong xuan, din, nicole, annhin, jialin, davier, mommy and daddy, christina, mary and everyone else who wished me happy birthday. i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115949382875298436?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115949382875298436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115949382875298436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sugar-seventeen-i-turn-seventeen-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115908331725244878</id><published>2006-09-24T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:35:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling PMS-ISH" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/3213/ljfairytalenu9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;bah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my birthday is less than a week away. but somehow, i don't want it. cos it's gonna be a bad birthday. i just know. cos on that day, i know someone who won't remember it. and anyways, after lunch with zhongy, i'm gonna go home and sleep. &lt;i&gt;how fun.&lt;/i&gt; ahhh. not expecting presents. they don't mean a thing anymore. cos i rarely get things worthwhile (some of the presents i get are free gifts passed on to me...) and those that give worthwhile ones, then thanks. seesh. another year older. that's friggin' scary. yeesh. anyways. i gotta go train my voice, so i can sing happy birthday to myself in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despondency is an indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115908331725244878?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115908331725244878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115908331725244878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115899688284902154</id><published>2006-09-23T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:34:42.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling HAPPY" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/3153/68kt0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;voila!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waiting for so long for this day to come, i can finally porudly proclaim: I FINISHED MY BATIK. Gops said the leopard spots, leopard head and tiger got no contrast. but hello?! it's supposed to be CAMOUFLAGED. where got camouflage still can see one? anyways, since the marking is done with the batik placed at a distance away, i wanted to see how it looked like. so i put it on one end of my room and stood at the other. and lo behold! the spots and the head blends well. really cool effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways going to my granny's house for steamboat. wheeeee~ ttys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115899688284902154?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115899688284902154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115899688284902154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/voila-after-waiting-for-so-long-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115864740183299664</id><published>2006-09-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:30:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE GRAB YOUR COPY OF TODAY'S THE NEW PAPER, AND TAKE A GOOD HARD AND LONG STARE AT THE FIRST 3 PAGES. THEN THINK ABOUT SAMUEL AND HOW HE LIVED HIS LIFE. THEN HOPEFULLY, YOU MIGHT LIVE YOURS DIFFERENTLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115864740183299664?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115864740183299664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115864740183299664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/please-grab-your-copy-of-todays-new.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115849432613012424</id><published>2006-09-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:58:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling REAL LETHARGICALLY UPSET" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/9742/greys35to8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home from the day's proceedings. this is how it follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up in a daze. today was it. today was &lt;i&gt;the day.&lt;/i&gt; i came online to try changing blogskins but i was just so affected and tired. so i chatted with din. and we agreed that life is far too short for stupid feuds and bitching. this was a precious and last lesson samuel taught us. i went to get ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in school, everyone looked so depressed. like we all knew what was coming. we boarded the bus and went to mandai crematorium. at the service hall, we waited in albate breaths as the cortege, accompanied by the haunting lyrics of a woman singing Amazing Grace, arrived in the van. tears started welling up. the BB company poured in and the service began. i couldn't help myself. time and again i kept saying "Be strong" but did i really mean it? sorry, i didn't. i finally let it out and wept like a baby. Samuel was a dear friend, though not very long, but never-the-less, a dear friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here was the worse part: watching our beloved Sam travel his final 20 metres on this earth. to me, it was almost as if he was standing there watching his earthly body go into the oven. he would look to the viewing hall, smile, wave and proceed up to the pearly gates of Heaven. &lt;u&gt;he was, finally, at peace.&lt;/u&gt; no more O levels, no more pain, no more suffering, &lt;i&gt;nothing.&lt;/i&gt; i walked out of the viewing hall with everyone else, crying uncontrollably and wishing for just 5 more minutes with the live Sam to say what i need to and give him a hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friends, i learn here that life is too too short for shit. so i'm apologising to everyone. everyone whom i've said something bad. everyone whom i've hurt. everyone whom hates me. &lt;b&gt;sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the candle sputters,&lt;br /&gt;the last, wispy, frail strands of smoke drifted into the night,&lt;br /&gt;birds gliding gradually into the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;someone dashes to the matchbox,&lt;br /&gt;but what's the use of relighting a candle that has long gone?&lt;br /&gt;better, kinder, to let it spread its wings,&lt;br /&gt;sawns taking flight&lt;br /&gt;into the starry, starry sky&lt;br /&gt;amidst the peaceful songs of the church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;goodbye, samuel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115849432613012424?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115849432613012424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115849432613012424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/cry.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115845604159488760</id><published>2006-09-17T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:20:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="RIP SAMUEL TAN SI HAO" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4024/samuelbannerjf1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPE and Aaron would like to extend our condolences and prayers to SAMUEL TAN SI HAO's family. We will miss his laughter and his company.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115845604159488760?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115845604159488760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115845604159488760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/rape-and-aaron-would-like-to-extend.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115845599646202087</id><published>2006-09-17T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:19:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling A SENSE OF GREAT LOSS" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/6779/0009qx15fd1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;carpe diem, a tribute to SAMUEL TAN SI HAO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, we meet people along the way. i had the privillege of meeting a boy named SAMUEL TAN SI HAO from the same sec 4 cohort that i was in when i had to retain. at first, he struck me as a regular BB boy. but i soon realised that SAMUEL was different. he was a good leader, correction, &lt;i&gt;great leader&lt;/i&gt; with humility and a sense of diligence. he was an angel, quiet yet nice and friendly. he had no airs, no bitchiness, no ill-feelings to people. he was a cutely short boy, with a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL TAN SI HAO, aged 16, was called home to be with the Lord on 14th Sept 2006, after a bad case of dengue shock, respiratory problems and dehydration. his last words to me and weiling were &lt;b&gt;"Study hard ah."&lt;/b&gt; and this, we will never forget. he left behind a legacy of humility, integrity and diligence and will always be remembered by friends and family members. he has touched many hearts, i am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAMUEL TAN. small boy, big lifestory. SAMUEL, i will always remember you. THANK YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115845599646202087?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115845599646202087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115845599646202087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/carpe-diem-tribute-to-samuel-tan-si.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115787218641383636</id><published>2006-09-10T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:09:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling URBANISTIC" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/5008/0009fh2bwr1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;my business&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked through Jeanette's collection today. the collection was mostly party clothes with lots of asymmetrical cuts. quite marketable and comfy, but not exactly an artwork piece or heirloom material. so i advised her to play with more materials to up the marketability factor. business. it's a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be like crocs. come up with a totally original yet hideously ugly but still functionable design and modify it everytime they come up with a new collection. they add a few laces, more holes...and voila! next season's shoe! then sell all these roach-bitten-shoes and earn lotsa money. smart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You got my temprearture rising like...(what?)&lt;br /&gt;El Nin-Yo!&lt;br /&gt;You got my temprearture rising like...(what?)&lt;br /&gt;El Nin-Yo!&lt;br /&gt;You got my temprearture rising like...(what?)&lt;br /&gt;El Nin-Yo!&lt;br /&gt;You got my temprearture rising like...(what?)&lt;br /&gt;El Nin-Yo!"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;El Nin-Yo! by Tata Young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song. heh. the mtv's kinda funny too. cos at the end, there's this drag running around. it's kinda cheesy. and the lingerie featured in the vid is quite nice. but she looks so pudgy in them. tsk tsk tsk. wrong wrong wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115787218641383636?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115787218641383636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115787218641383636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-business-so-i-looked-through.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115779050453538388</id><published>2006-09-09T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:28:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling CHANEL-WHORE" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/223/chaneldpexclusivezn9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chanel for you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Chanel inspired display pictures for you. All images are from Chanel's Spring Couture Show 2006. &lt;i&gt;comments/ credit would be nice. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5599/chaneldp1jx3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chanel Series - Couturettes" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5599/chaneldp1jx3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9089/chaneldp2vu2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chanel Series - Walk Away" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9089/chaneldp2vu2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5673/chaneldp3ow0.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chanel Series - Jetset!" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5673/chaneldp3ow0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4851/chaneldp4ke3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chanel Series - SEE." src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4851/chaneldp4ke3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115779050453538388?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115779050453538388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115779050453538388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/chanel-for-you-some-chanel-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115777694338718216</id><published>2006-09-09T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:42:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling CONTENT" src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/1093/aarondp2qx3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;what are you dreaming of?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have dreams, dont' we. when we sleep, or when we do it during math lessons. well last night i had another dream. it was about going out with nicole, jihan, amanda, sueann, clement, yunzhen, colin and davier. and then i realise that it's actually the sequence of events leading up to that dream where the sun exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Singapore Dreaming, and let me NOT be the first to tell you that it was a brillaint piece revolving around 6 family members, a 2 million dollar cash prize, little conflicts and long-term bitterness. This local arthouse film, by Colin Goh and Woo Yen Yen, was so closely related to way we live, that it hit so many familiar chords until it became uncomfortably nudging to the heart. They didn't let go of the Singaporean accents, nor the colloquialistic way of talking. It was gold, I tell you. Every turn and action had a sneaky message stuck behind it and it beat the run-of-the-mill, direct and brash humor which Jack Neo, another local film director, was known for. I loved the emotions, the expressions...the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so, what are you dreaming of?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115777694338718216?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115777694338718216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115777694338718216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-are-you-dreaming-of-we-all-have.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115772173664936165</id><published>2006-09-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:22:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling PRO" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/7407/bangdppr4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR GOODIES ep. 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more! i'm so hyper today! i think gael garcia bernal is hot. and i love the one with daria on it. click on the one you want to get the display pic. &lt;i&gt;comments/ credit would be nice. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1473/loverstwinnies1sg8.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lovers Series - The Lovers" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1473/loverstwinnies1sg8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/6742/loverstwinnies2ql2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lovers Series - ME&amp;amp;YOU" src="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/6742/loverstwinnies2ql2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/9862/gaeldpxz2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gael Garcia Bernal Series - Revealed" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/9862/gaeldpxz2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5400/gaeldp2dg6.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gael Garcie Bernal Series - Flight" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5400/gaeldp2dg6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115772173664936165?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115772173664936165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115772173664936165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-goodies-ep.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115770022697869237</id><published>2006-09-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:23:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling PRO" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/8384/lovedpek6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR GOODIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more display pics for you! click on the one you want to get the display pic. &lt;i&gt;comments/ credit would be nice. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/4849/treesilencedpqq9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Silence Series - Tree" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/4849/treesilencedpqq9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/2926/citysilencedpge9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Silence Series - City" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/2926/citysilencedpge9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/7664/attackdpsexxl3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Negative Newspaper Series - Sex" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/7664/attackdpsexxl3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/7158/attackdpshoese4.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Negative Newspaper Series - Shoe" src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/7158/attackdpshoese4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/8051/floradp2ia9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Floral Series - Dance" src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/8051/floradp2ia9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/4140/floradp1qf6.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Floral Series - Child" src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/4140/floradp1qf6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/3724/vintagedp1mq6.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vintage Series - Rollin' Good Times!" src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/3724/vintagedp1mq6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/9158/vintagedp2yj2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vintage Series - AWWWW!" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/9158/vintagedp2yj2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115770022697869237?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115770022697869237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115770022697869237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-goodies-more-display-pics-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115769484090244122</id><published>2006-09-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:54:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/2411/931163lw3.jpg" alt="currently feeling FELINE YET ROOTED"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;purr, my ladies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"This is for my ladies in the 280's Mercedes &lt;br /&gt;In the H3, Baby Ranges, Bentley Coups, Escalades &lt;br /&gt;Say oh (oh!) &lt;br /&gt;Oh (oh oh!) &lt;br /&gt;Break 'em off somethin proper like a real show stopper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Showstopper by Danity Kane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off with a bad dream. i dreamt i could see ghosts. not as in cheesy zombie ghosts or soemthing. just ghosts. wandering around, crying, screaming. i also dreamt it was the end of the world. it felt so real. the sun suddenly melted the ozone layer and it exploded and the sun started moving closer to earth. everyone was in a flurry. and i sat on the grounds of a dried-out swimming pool, praying. it felt so real. the emotions and all. everyone was just crying, saying goodbyes, running around. and all i did was sat there and pray. with tears flowing, i knew i was going to die. so i prayed. i prayed for forgiveness. i said i was sorry. i prayed for te soulds of my friends. i prayed for the souls of my family. i prayed for the forgiveness of my kith and kin. i prayed for redemption. i just kept praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;the alarm rang and i woke up brimming with tears.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched showstoppers mtv by danity kane (again!) and i began to enjoy the sensuality of the video. although they kept focusing on aubrey, leaving shannon completely out of the equation, there's some potential worth banking on. but i suspect they'll end up being a one hit wonder. well. they were good when they lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder what that dream meant. i don't remember dreams after i wake up but this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115769484090244122?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115769484090244122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115769484090244122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/purr-my-ladies-this-is-for-my-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115763679348591062</id><published>2006-09-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:46:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling CREATIVE" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/8523/akdp2dz4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;color me beautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made more dps! but for myself though. heh. but if you wanna have your own with your own face, then MSN me for more info. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="title: in the past" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/4931/akdpnv8.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="title: arcade superstar" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/8523/akdp2dz4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="title: together" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/4258/shotdpes6.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="title: party!" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/6531/partydpfm9.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115763679348591062?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115763679348591062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115763679348591062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/color-me-beautiful-i-made-more-dps-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115763382044462458</id><published>2006-09-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:57:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling MIXED UP" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/8338/9979299nj8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GRins, GRapes and GRipes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i'm kinda mixed up. feeling unsure myself if i'm happy or melancholic or bubbly or drab. so i'll start with the grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GRINS&lt;/i&gt; - (legoodstuff!) : met with davier and spent the day at his house. it's real nice. seriously. and that's the only happy thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GRAPES&lt;/i&gt; - (cos' life is random) : i watched the music video for Showstoppers by Danity Kane (yes, that new band P.Diddy made) and there were so many times i thought Aubrey's Louis Vuitton bikini slipped off and exposed her left breast. as the camera was far off, it did look nude. on closer shots, there was uncertain hints of a nude bikini. but who knows. the children at my tuition centre is SO FRICKIN' NOISY. and June 2006 Maths O Level paper is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GRIPES&lt;/i&gt; - (shit happens) : i feel ignored because a certain someone whom i thought i could talk to proved me wrong. and i'm so sick of studying. and the fucking prelims are dawning on me. god. can i just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115763382044462458?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115763382044462458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115763382044462458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/grins-grapes-and-gripes-well-today-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115754720465941307</id><published>2006-09-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:53:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling CONTENTED" src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/7699/4271081wt4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE PHYSICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a total lie. i DO NOT love physics. i love &lt;u&gt;DVR&lt;/u&gt;, not physics. i hate the teacher (who is a mean old nag). i hate the topics (which aren't completely irrelevant to everyday life but it's a total bore!) and i hate the lesson timeings. they are coincidentally placed at the most tiresome periods of the week, i.e. after PE, at the end of the day, after recess when the sun is hottest...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went for art today and i did some sample leaves and they look good. many people came up to me to tell me that it looked quite cool and i think it's a brilliant idea. (: no more self-praising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;i rock. (: just kidding............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&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;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115754720465941307?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115754720465941307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115754720465941307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-physics-which-is-total-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115746100520618973</id><published>2006-09-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:56:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling IN LOVE" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/8828/5712878rk2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;for davier babes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm attached and in love. like head over heels. period. LALALA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loves D-babes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115746100520618973?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115746100520618973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115746100520618973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-davier-babes-im-attached-and-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115744680947262372</id><published>2006-09-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:00:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling UNSURE OF HOW TO DESCRIBE" src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/982/ljcon5es5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;isguilergsiaug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two friends. they are from school. and they need to sort things out on their own. they need to sit their asses down and talk, and open their ears and hearts and listen to one another. the problem with many people is that no one listens anymore. like me. no one listens to me. and people who do take me the wrong way. sad, but true. anyways. this two needs to sit down and open their mouths and START TALKING. because they are keeping things inside and they are just....ARGH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;to this two&lt;/i&gt;: i won't help neither side anymore. you two should walk on your own, cos i've helped too much. good luck with everything. i only want you two to be happy. by happy, i mean truly happy, not forcing yourself to act happy. respect each other's words and choices and live your life on after that. i don't need to know anything, but if you want to tell me anything, it's fine by me. take the mistakes, learn from them, and mature that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELLO DAVIER. i'm not complaining about you. see? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hearts: DRIFTY, BUNNY, ZHONGY, NICOLE-Y, SUEY, BOKKY, DINNY, DAVIERY, RUNIEY, TERRYY, JIALINNY, COLINY, PHILIPY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;get well soon nengzai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115744680947262372?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115744680947262372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115744680947262372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/isguilergsiaug-i-have-two-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115737747184109787</id><published>2006-09-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:44:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;AARON AND RAPE WOULD LIKE OFFER CONDOLENCES TO STEVE IRWIN'S FAMILY ON THEIR SUDDEN AND TRAGIC LOSS. WE WISH MR. IRWIN AN R.I.P AS WE WALKS ON WITH THE LORD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115737747184109787?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115737747184109787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115737747184109787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaron-and-rape-would-like-offer.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115736708276233567</id><published>2006-09-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:51:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling EMPOWERED AND CONFIDENT" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/474/1818485tg4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the trouble with ex-es&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some ex-es are good. but face facts: most of them are bad. by bad, i mean irresponsible fucktarded jerks who haven't an ounce of gut of proper manhood in them. they act big, but are mere cowardices who take adantage of people's physical sizes. sometimes, they don't realise small people have big contacts. like chilli padi (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i would LOVE to comment on a certain fuckwit who happily tried to screw me up today and i only turned cos i gave my friend face by not hurling a whole line of PROPERLY CONNECTED ENGLISH vulgarities. i shall end this post here cos i'm obliged to keep my gab shut on this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN on blogskins.com people! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115736708276233567?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115736708276233567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115736708276233567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/trouble-with-ex-es-some-ex-es-are-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115729371075130199</id><published>2006-09-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:28:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="(C)AARON" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/2549/bbunnydriftcb2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my two new friends. LOVE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115729371075130199?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115729371075130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115729371075130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-my-two-new-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115728756344268952</id><published>2006-09-03T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:46:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0053yr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling RANDOM" src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/2706/photo0053yr6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;N*EIDN(@#N*NDVSBGUIW@#*&amp;DOUEH#*AQWPLD#&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is like random day for me. mainly cos' i finally got down to uploading the photos from my phone to my computer. yeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img54.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0044qs5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="GROWL!" src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/4979/photo0044qs5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;leopard is hot now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... i had the best hokkien mee today! (: at newton's circus. why is it called newton circus anyways? why is it even a circus? i don't see any jugglers, nor irritating clowns who resemble a certain KW. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img143.imageshack.us/my.php?image=photo0030og2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MOSQUITO AND THE QUEEN" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/2558/photo0030og2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;wen-ny and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing much more to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115728756344268952?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115728756344268952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115728756344268952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/neidnnndvsbguiwdouehaqwpld-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115720353379355100</id><published>2006-09-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:28:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling OPENMINDED" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4363/oz8ll9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;heaven for a piece of hell on earth.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i was on a chatroom when an individual with a rather self-depriciating nickname came in and started kicking p a fuss about how he hated being gay. i, being overly irritated by the way he stereotyped gays as "sex monsters who are good looking but perverted" began telling him that not everyone was like that. so i talked with him more. it seems he was intent on denying himself from being gay, to the point where it just became unaccpetably numb to his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "dude! &lt;b&gt;wake up!&lt;/b&gt; being gay is not a special club where you have to be good looking and stuff to join. it's a lifestyle (thanks mr bakar for this sentence!) and while some chose this path, others didn't have the choice. they were just like that along the way. so stop telling yourself how painful it is to be gay and wake up, smell the roses and walk life with a little more dignity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the real problem: he couldn't accpet himself for the sake of belonging into society. i could identify. what with kangwei in school constantly being my little irritating birdy and stuff, i could see where this was going. it seemed as if he was set that singapore's society would NEVER open up to the idea of homosexuality. while it might be true, who would know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we keep insisting that the society would NEVER open up, then it bloody hell won't. we should, rather, &lt;i&gt;think positive and work towards them accepting us&lt;/i&gt;. often when people talk about this sensitive issue, most would-be victims (some aren't even close to being victimised. they just tell themselves they would...) would quickly lock their doors and say the soceity won't ever accept them. they don't realise that by saying so, they, themselves, are not ready to accept society and give the society a chance to even make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what i can think of to counter? simple. have faith in yourself and believe in what you know and what you want. period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115720353379355100?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115720353379355100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115720353379355100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/heaven-for-piece-of-hell-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115717198029857170</id><published>2006-09-02T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:39:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling THANKFUL" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/7984/9362835pb5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;a crazy world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But we're never gonna survive, unless...&lt;br /&gt;We get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;No we're never gonna survive, unless...&lt;br /&gt;We are a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;guys. you can't live with 'em. you can't live withou......&lt;br /&gt;nope. you can't live with 'em. that's that.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FSA&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;your blog entry was so angstily real, it was like a wakeup call to me. for me to realise that what i am going thru' ain't so different from you too. the whole guy thing? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry for all these times. I promise I'll give you tender loving care from now on. Yes, I'm talking to the correct person. Aaron KOK. I've realised how distance we are now. And I'm not comfortable with it. I wanna be there for you. Although you're like older than me and taller(by 1cm) than me, I treat you like my younger bro. For some reason, I don't know. LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am deeply touched. deeply. although the height may not apply (i'm starting to suffer from shrink-a-gitis), i know the emotions behind the words. they mean alot to me. really. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115717198029857170?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115717198029857170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115717198029857170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-world.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115711600711250899</id><published>2006-09-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:20:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feelign EMO-ISTIC" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/5985/2704144ff6.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a surface-perfect life. yes. that's it. &lt;i&gt;surface-perfect&lt;/i&gt;. looks so wonderful and dandy from the outside, but sucks like fuck on the inside. let me rant and be miserable about my perfect life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my class hates me. i know it sounds dramatic and stuff, but it's true. though most of the time i don't really care that much, sometimes it does get to me. well almost everyone has their nonsensical little posse-s in class. din has her back-seat crew. nicole has her d&amp;t people. then there's the sal+vik+everyone else side. and the kenny has nic, kailing and yiwen. who am i stuck with? the window panes i sit next to and the woman with the tissue-stuffed nose from the neighbouring block. they don't really care about me, or don't want to care about me. i mean think about it: i'm the only one they don't bother to vote for on the nomination list. i'm the only who doesn't get asked to DWP movie outing. well at least there are it's perks. at least i get more time and energy to concentrate on my studies. &lt;i&gt;yeah right. who am i bullshiting.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've walked the face of the earth for approximately 17 years now. and everytime a friend lets you down, the disapointment just surmounts. notice the word "disappointment". not hurt, but disappointment. no point getting hurt. might as well drop them before they cut you to the punch, and drop you instead (which would be totally humiliating!) so let this be known, i am dropping one of my friends now. and yes, i've told her from the way i behave around her. she knows who she is. i don't like to keep hypocritical friends who change besties like they change socks, and use me as a doormat, stepping all over me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to you: fuck yourself good tonight ok?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my ladies (and good guy friends): stand up for yourselves and empower yourselves with confidence, poised dignity and strength. we ain't friends for no reason. cos my friends are strong willed people; determined and free-spirited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;hearts: ZHONGXUAN, WEILING, DINNY, TOW-STER, AH-LE, LIAN, CHAPPY, STEPHY, MARY J, HAJAR, HIDAYAH, LOUIS, JIALIN, NABBI, SHARIFA, ART PEOPLE, SEANNY NG-Y, LE BOKKE, PHILIP-PI AND THE WHOOOOOLE WIDE WORLD EXCEPT FOR A FEW CERTAIN MOTHERFUCKERS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115711600711250899?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115711600711250899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115711600711250899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-got-surface-perfect-life.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115708472374551063</id><published>2006-09-01T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:25:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling: CRITICAL, INSENSITIVE, EVIL AND COCKY" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/5817/5584233vq5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;delusioned spirits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, a group of art students dissed the council dancers and got into a fight. these councillors were rudely bossy towards their juniors, overly demanding and loudly obnoxious. upon recieving certain criticisms from the art students (who are so much better dancers), these councillors buckled under pressure to hold their "authority" and started doing the stare-at-you-till-you-die game. how chauvanistic, these 'councillors' behave. they couldn't even come up with decent moves to match the fast beats of Shakira's Hips Don't Lie song. It was quite a scene, with us laughing at them. They looked like poorly-oiled robots doing a ridiculously draggy and spastic rip-curl littered dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they stare at me cos i laugh at them, it's totally fine. but when they stare at me because someone else said something (which was so true), then i get mad. what did i do? shout at them! i told them how stupid they looked, how they should just go home and how sorry i felt for them. they were a laughing mockery to word "dance". and this girl, i think her name is grace or something, walks like a man. haha. GARDENIA BREAD WALKS LIKE A MAN! her bossy, ah-lian styled, facktard compatriot is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the day arrived for the performance (which was yesterday). we had a good time laughing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i went back to the primary school and had a blast with nelson, gracia and sam. yeah it was fun revisiting old teachers and stuff. so so fun. (: then went to meet zhongxuan, cherie and jialin to watch The Devil Wears Prada. Meryl Streep is genius. In her proud, boss-from-hell glory complete to her architechurally sculpted white hair, she portrayed frist-class-bitch Miranda Priestly with perfect execution and stylish vampiness. i loved the clothes, bags, coats, shoes, hats, accessories......kudos to Patricia Fields!! Though more could be expected from Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep makes up for what lacks. She is obnoxious to the extent that you just can't wait till she pops up on screen again. My fav moment? The scene where she traces Andy's "lumpy blue sweater" all the way from a de la Renta show in '02. brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115708472374551063?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115708472374551063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115708472374551063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/delusioned-spirits.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115684212533062844</id><published>2006-08-29T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:04:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling EVIL" src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/7422/boudoir3jw2.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the truth about naty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know RAPE.blogspot is for your dose on the truth, how brutal it may be. well, it's my duty, as owner of RAPE, to tell you about &lt;i&gt;THE TRUTH ABOUT NATY&lt;/i&gt;. who is naty? grins. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATY is a girl. She studies in St. Hilda's Secondary School and comes from a certain TOP SCIENCE CLASS. familiar enough? She admits to masturbating everyday since 7. Which means this year is her 8th Year Anniversary masturbating herself to the mental images of "certain cyborgs". Wow. For someone who does it so regularly, her *@%%# must hang really loosely. Guess that's why her brains bonkers too. That ain't so bad. Try surfing porn at 10. Now that tops it off on the second level. She watches porn?!?! &lt;u&gt;WTF! ROFLMAO!&lt;/u&gt; Seriously. The world's gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she has a blowup doll for masturbating help, and on it is the picture of her favorite cyborg. Maybe she has a fetish for masturbating with veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem like I'm obsessed with this topic, but truth it, I'm not. It's just that this topic is so hot-potato that you want to stop talking about it, but try as you might, you can't. To be obsessed, in my opinion, is to NOT want to stop talking about it at all. That's the difference. Today, I'm just evil. Today, this is my resolution: &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; bring this topic up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE.&lt;br /&gt;AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115684212533062844?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115684212533062844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115684212533062844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/truth-about-naty.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115667717212330054</id><published>2006-08-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:12:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="currently feeling: LOVESICK" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/4914/68ev8.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from tuition. wow. the place i go for tuition reminds me of an american 'hood. full of lurking shadows, smoking gangster-wannabes, malay muds...all that jazz. my tuition class is like rojak. this super nerd-looking sec 4 boy named wee teck. though he looks nerd, i somehow suspect he can be wuite a rebel deep down. then there's gillian seetoh. don't really talk to her, but from her looks, can tell she's a supersports-girl. but she abit attitude. chair don't know how to move to let people out. grumbles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"they see me rollin',&lt;br /&gt;they hate it.&lt;br /&gt;patrollin' me&lt;br /&gt;tryin' catch me ridin' dirty."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then on my way home. there was this gang of malay muds sitting around those ronald macdonald statue chairs outside the Mac restaurants. funnily, the way they sat was as if they posing for a Vogue magazine or something; legs stretegically positioned, hairs flying in the air, faces looking constipatedly attitude-ised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;If you see me then you mean it,&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious (Drift, Drift, Drift) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you find it funny how pimple advertisements on the radio is always so weirdly cliched. it always starts with this girl having a gi-gar-nomous zit on her nose or forehead of cheek and she's trying to brn it off with acid or something. then her bestie girlfriend in the whole widest world comes along and goes like( in a fake accent), "Hey what you doing?" And after hearing the porblem, she goes( fake accent again...) "Why not use ABC Facewash?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the funny part: Apparently, all besties in the world are chemical engineers, because they can name like the weird ingredient in the wash and what it does to your zit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example? "It has &lt;i&gt;(insert long chemical name here)&lt;/i&gt; to help stop &lt;i&gt;(insert bad thing 1)&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;(insert bad thing 2)&lt;/i&gt; which results in &lt;i&gt;(insert bad event here)&lt;/i&gt;, enhances &lt;i&gt;(insert good event here)&lt;/i&gt; and gives you FAIR RADIANT SKIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemical names avaliable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Coke Light, Detergent, Petrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad thing 1 avaliable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Your ass from growing, Osama from sucking dick, My brother from singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad thing 2 avaliable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: The sky from falling, George Bush from being dopey, Your Maplestory spouse from sleeping with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad events avaliable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: End of the world, end of the world, end of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good events avaliable&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Striking TOTO chances, hopes of getting laid by a fat woman, You from having floor-sgging breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;take your picks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a must to use "FAIR RADIANT SKIN" as an ending, otherwise consumer figures will drop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world is weird this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;X3AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115667717212330054?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115667717212330054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115667717212330054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-came-back-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115666009771135578</id><published>2006-08-27T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:28:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new skin. a new start. i changed the blog URl and name to prevent certain unwanted visitors out. well thoughtrape. sounds kinda quirky huh. i know i know...well it started with the idea of me wanting to be more open and outspoken with my thoughts. so anything i think about, it's bare and just frightfully naked and unlittered with discretion. again i state. not happy with anything, then LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115666009771135578?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115666009771135578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115666009771135578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115660046678327834</id><published>2006-08-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:54:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughtrape-.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's new. but still old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115660046678327834?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115660046678327834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115660046678327834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughtrape.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115659593013718174</id><published>2006-08-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:38:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh. a whole week fluttered past so quickly! well we had dance sessions and volleyball sessions this week. it was fun stuff! went for mary's party yesterday. was off the chain. my fav part was the dancing. haha. had this whole traditional thing which was cool, and we were like joking all the way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. gonna go crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115659593013718174?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115659593013718174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115659593013718174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115590716684487064</id><published>2006-08-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:19:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought a new bag. it's a humongous duffel bag from nike. and yet, the colours are the same as my prev. pony bag. red + black. had my english orals yesterday. OH GAWDD! i could just melt and die. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115590716684487064?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115590716684487064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115590716684487064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-bought-new-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115547084834555260</id><published>2006-08-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:07:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday me and zhong were going through our lists of ex-es. or at least most of the time i was the one gabbing. (: and i recently found this amazing picture for the shu umera autumn/ winter makeup collection. the picture was so inspiring and decadent i snipped it out and i'm gonna incorporate it into my batik. yep. it's for the tigers. for the leopards its a picture from the chanel winter collection in shades of pinks and roses. gorgeous. except i'll change the pinks and roses into something more orange-y. you know..tigers are orange, after all. but they can still look great right? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye chinese!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115547084834555260?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115547084834555260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115547084834555260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-me-and-zhong-were-going.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115529915927382432</id><published>2006-08-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:25:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT A B4 FOR THE PAPER!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH! i'm kinda happy. i know i've been looking at a 3, but deep down i actually thought i would get a C5. boo-yah! woohoo~ gosh. i'm furicking happy. i think i'm going crazy jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i remember when,&lt;br /&gt;i remember when&lt;br /&gt;i lost my mind..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so c'mon. jump with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115529915927382432?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115529915927382432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115529915927382432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-b4-for-paper-ahhhhhhhhhh-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115521667640648473</id><published>2006-08-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:31:16.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml taking chinese results. ahhhh shit! i'm so fur-ickin' nervous lah! dear god, please give me a B3 min!!! PLEASE-Y PLEASE!! *screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO BLOODY NERVOUS LAH COS THIS IS IT PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE B3 SO I CAN FULLY CONCENTRATE ON MY ART AND PASS THE DAMN BATIK THANG WITHOUT LESTER'S HELP!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am nuts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115521667640648473?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115521667640648473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115521667640648473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/tml-taking-chinese-results.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115521352347033366</id><published>2006-08-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:38:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god. i have so much crap in my mailbox after not being online for 2 weeks. hahas. but yeah. anyways. yeps. the last two weeks were a whole veneer of rollercoaster feelings. ups, downs, lefts, rights...yeps. don't wanna elaborate too much. won't be blogging too much too thanks to self-study madness (day and night). i'm so &lt;i&gt;guai&lt;/i&gt; hor? lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;major shoutouts: zhong babes, ling sweets (and her sweets), jihan, din-ny, sueyann, jon seow-kia, ron, philip-py and everyone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron. AARON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115521352347033366?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115521352347033366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115521352347033366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115408979457534026</id><published>2006-07-28T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:29:54.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm very upset. im upset with a certain person cos he/ she takes me for granted. when he/ she feels like it, he/ she talks to me. other than that, i'm non-existant. zhong and i are embarking on a new journey. no we are not dating (puh-leez! no offence zhong hun. (: ). but we are gonna make it out without those childish "my-clique-your-clique" thing of yesteryears. honestly. show me a clique that lasts, and i'll show you a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh'yeah right!!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115408979457534026?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115408979457534026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115408979457534026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-very-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115355668536855628</id><published>2006-07-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:24:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is going nuts. the middle east is at war (or soon to be!). korea vs. everyone else in the world. singapore government sparks a media debate with mr. brown. and my school wants EVERY BOY to cut a back slope. &lt;i&gt;*@^&amp;amp;^@%#$P!)&amp;*^#$DG#&amp;amp;*$^!)B*!#)*&amp;!#&amp;amp;g&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE (yeah right!).&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115355668536855628?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115355668536855628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115355668536855628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-is-going-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115348242511465861</id><published>2006-07-21T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:47:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;In the light of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear,&lt;br /&gt;you look so lost,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are red&lt;br /&gt;and tears are shed...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. what a two-day period. so yesterday we had the clement-nicole-aaron show right? well today din and bokke came over to do sefibglsefgn's mask. it looked A-MAY-ZING. and i watched ellen. she's so full of shit. haha. funny shit though. well today to begin with, was racial harmony day. the school was like bustling with excitement. it looked like a little fashion get-together (&lt;i&gt;sh'yeah right!&lt;/i&gt;). so then my fav moment was when faggotry-bimbo got scolded for sitting on the benches, which were set up for people who had costumes that restricted sitting on the ground. faggotry refused to get his big fatty chubbish oily bum dirty (like it was clean to start with!) and then got scolded by philip lee cos he was wasting space. &lt;b&gt;roflmao&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for cme, mr chiang wanted us to prepare information for our dream-goal jobs. so then we will stand on this platform thingy thing and say our dream jobs with pride. so i'm gonna stand up there and say "&lt;b&gt;fashion designer!&lt;/b&gt;" with a hell lot of pride! haha. history was bloody slack. we took lotsa photos with ms azlinda. seriously. she totally rocks my socks man! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NACHO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to tone things slightly to a more personal level. yeps. these few days i said i was happy and loving being single. but i have my days when i take that back. today's 'those days'. haha. listening to Augustana's Boston (whose lyrics opened this post) and they so so so rock. the piano chords is awesome. and it says how i feel. i just want to leave this place for good. i'm like nick lachey, sobby sensitive babe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over,&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah wellI think I'll go to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town,&lt;br /&gt;to leave this all behind.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of Sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice, oh yeah.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115348242511465861?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115348242511465861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115348242511465861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-light-of-sun-is-there-anyone-oh-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115339023701841059</id><published>2006-07-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:10:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Word of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXTRAPOLATE - to read off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;used in a sentence: Don't EXTRAPOLATE my Kamasutra, you dick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(note: this word is commonly used by scholars. so look we can all start being scholars! (: )&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/14243249-115339023701841059?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115339023701841059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115339023701841059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-of-day-extrapolate-to-read-off.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115338815512271362</id><published>2006-07-20T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:35:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. today we filmed the FIRST EPISODE of the Clement-Nicole-Aaron show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KrgBCmpuj8A"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=KrgBCmpuj8A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1: On black &amp; white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring nicole - black, clement - white, aaron - narrator, shouter, director, camera man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee! oh and we saw so many pets today. and we had a cuckatoo say "Hello" and :bye bye" to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115338815512271362?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115338815512271362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115338815512271362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115314320037485081</id><published>2006-07-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:33:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wel my new car has got a GPS system for god-knows-what reason. i shortened my 1,300 worded essay to 999 words (talk about being below 1,00 words!) and my parents are going to india for a mission trip (imgaine my mom tugging her LV luggage along! WHAHAHAHAHAHA! she's so funny sometimes). oh and there's this cute guy at adidas in tampines mall who is named weiseng who recieved a GEMS card by nicole and was decorated by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115314320037485081?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115314320037485081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115314320037485081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wel-my-new-car-has-got-gps-system-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115305388057914394</id><published>2006-07-16T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:44:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a freaking dog! like a golden labrador. or a black scottish terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*how much is that doggie&lt;br /&gt;in the window&lt;br /&gt;-woofwoof-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115305388057914394?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115305388057914394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115305388057914394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-freaking-dog-like-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115253328056402132</id><published>2006-07-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:08:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well a few days ago i posted a blogentry on mr. k and his antics. this is to rectify any drama caused and i'm going to apologise (for real!) so there. i'm sorry. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115253328056402132?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115253328056402132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115253328056402132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-few-days-ago-i-posted-blogentry.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115244952908810758</id><published>2006-07-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:52:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought a new car today. or at least my parents did. it's a nissan slyphus or however you spell it. but it's damn roomy and it looks like a mercs on the inside. XD. claps. nothing to say. attempted to code the killbill skin but got damn lazy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115244952908810758?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115244952908810758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115244952908810758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-bought-new-car-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115233880969359645</id><published>2006-07-08T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:12:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the most stubbornest asshole as a brother. sigh. what to do. scream lor. anyways. i heard this amazing song: Good Luck by Basement Jaxx. really catchy song. was watching the behind the scenes footage of chanel's cruise collection. kinda cool. and karl lagerfeld is a master. and he's funny in a diva-ish way. way cool way cool. i always loved chanel. they have this alchemist-rock-couture-mod touch which always catches my eye. every. single. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. later got church rally. not my church. rachel's one i think...but ya. Pstr Abel bringing us there and i'm just tagging along, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115233880969359645?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115233880969359645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115233880969359645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-most-stubbornest-asshole-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115184868580627290</id><published>2006-07-02T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:58:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a new phone. it's not a DG phone. but i like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;i've been having inspiration surges for the death collection. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evaporate tall person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115184868580627290?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115184868580627290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115184868580627290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115167003289827793</id><published>2006-06-30T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:20:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched High School Musical like 100,000,000,000,000,000 times and loved every bit of it. my fav songs were: we're all in this together, start of something new and when there was you and me. catchy tunes are so the craze now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working hard man. so much things happened in a week. my fav event was the fight between three nurses. it was like cold war. screaming and shouting. funny. and me, juns, kangwei, hakim, jon, kenny and colin were like in the middle of the room just going "erh......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the school knows about gras nite. and all salihin, gab and vik are talking about is prom king. seriously. lol. and i've been working on my death collection. played with irrelevant proportions and it looks so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu,&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115167003289827793?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115167003289827793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115167003289827793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-watched-high-school-musical-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115122262264343201</id><published>2006-06-25T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:22:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"a quiet thought."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by aaron kok. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;i&gt;'amazing grace,&lt;br /&gt;how sweet the sound.&lt;br /&gt;that saved a wretch&lt;br /&gt;like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lost,&lt;br /&gt;but now am found.&lt;br /&gt;was blind, but now,&lt;br /&gt;i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was grace,&lt;br /&gt;that taught my heart to fear.&lt;br /&gt;and grace, my fears relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how precious did,&lt;br /&gt;that grace appear.&lt;br /&gt;the hour,&lt;br /&gt;i first believed.'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serenity found in the solace of words from yester-centuries,&lt;br /&gt;the shadows of tomorrow wisping away,&lt;br /&gt;through the rings of fire that lay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;in turmoil and in trials,&lt;br /&gt;a distant light shines yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the pen is mightier than the sword.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115122262264343201?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115122262264343201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115122262264343201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiet-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115121981252228107</id><published>2006-06-25T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:16:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is it. tomorrow is school reopening. &lt;i&gt;yay&lt;/i&gt;. note the sarcasm. and just for nash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir,&lt;br /&gt;aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115121981252228107?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115121981252228107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115121981252228107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115105928576346746</id><published>2006-06-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:41:25.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i heard Gomenasai by t.A.T.u and i was moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i thought of you two.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CZLC&lt;/b&gt;: of the times we spent. of the precious memories etched into time. it's not easy to forget. how could anyone expect me to forget you. i mean. you are part of history. my history. we didn't last long, i'll admit. and i know i let you down. i know forgiveness is not on your cards, but you should know that you still have a part of me with you. for now. &lt;i&gt;forever.&lt;/i&gt; it's been so long, but feeligns don't wisp away like smoke. i just wished this was a bad bad dream. but it is real. real as a pinch that hurts. but what hurts more? a pinch to reality, or the feeling of not having you around anymore. of turning around, only to see you walk away. of not being able to hold your hand in times of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i choose the latter description.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MSM&lt;/b&gt;: i hold back my tears. i'm not allowed to cry. my tears cause me more turmoil. hide behind my oversized shades and crying works. on an mrt train, with the buildings zipping past, i have never felt so comforted and serene. your voice on the phone seemed distant. i'd give anything to have a second moment with yu. but i can't. i can picture sueann in my mind telling me to move on. i can imagine everyone patting me and saying "move on". my precious world has slowly shattered. correction. our precious world. i wish you luck. i loved you more than the above one. well ok. i cannot measure love. but i know myself. you hurt me, but i can't bear to tell you. so i just walked away. now i regret. i feel lonely. i watched Just My Luck and while i was laughing, i was feeling the creeping sense of depression. that familiar feeling. &lt;i&gt;yes. i am destined for spinster-hood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gomenasai till the end,&lt;br /&gt;i never needed a friend,&lt;br /&gt;like i do now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir,&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115105928576346746?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115105928576346746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115105928576346746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-i-heard-gomenasai-by-t.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115103752684805680</id><published>2006-06-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:38:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well next month is this blog's 1st birthday! YAY! someone said i was a perfectionist. i guess i am. it's an inborn trait. hard to lose. but who wants to lose it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann hin cancelled the movie trip today, but din and i are still gng to watch scary movie 4. heh. so much for class outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;I&gt;attempt 1 - incomplete. touche, end of year?&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115103752684805680?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115103752684805680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115103752684805680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-next-month-is-this-blogs-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115089095215944465</id><published>2006-06-21T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:55:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin! as promised. i was inspired by the work of this male nudist photographer called Marcus Mok. weird huh? well inspiration hits you at the weirdest times in the funniest forms. i know some of you think this blogbox is far too smal.. well. a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you noticed, the box is in conjunction with the layout aesthetics. everything is slanting upwards to the top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FAN OF SMALL CRAMMED BLOG BOXES! WOOHOO! (toobad ifyoudon'tlikeit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, this skin is stuffed with hidden nudity. so go find it if you can. of course,  have censored the initial images. but still. i got them bare. and i must say. some of these peoples have the nicest breasts ever. gross? no. there is nothing gross about the body. neither is there anything to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes are not to hide the body. they enhance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART HEART SUPER HEART TEDDY GEIGER!!! &amp; P!ATD TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu&lt;br /&gt;aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115089095215944465?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115089095215944465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115089095215944465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-skin-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115088435538380941</id><published>2006-06-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:05:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"NOTICE...CONGRATULATIONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West London,&lt;br /&gt;43 North End Road,&lt;br /&gt;West Kensington,&lt;br /&gt;London W14 8SZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Winner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTICE...CONGRATULATIONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE OFFICE OF THE VICE PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;LUCKYDAY E-MAIL LOTTERY INTERNATIONAL&lt;br /&gt;PROMOTIONS/PRIZE AWARD DEPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATCH NO: PTP/31211214257/190888/2202&lt;br /&gt;REF. 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The lucky DAY LOTTERY internet draws in each&lt;br /&gt;quarter of the year and is so organized to encourage the use of the&lt;br /&gt;internet and computers worldwide. We are proud to say that up&lt;br /&gt;to 100 Million Euros are won annually in more than 150 Countries&lt;br /&gt;worldwide."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;bullshit, i say. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115088435538380941?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115088435538380941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115088435538380941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/notice.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115076811897095708</id><published>2006-06-20T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:48:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided on a theme for my next skin. it's going to be schoking. don't say i didn't warn ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115076811897095708?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115076811897095708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115076811897095708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-decided-on-theme-for-my-next-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115072121908104714</id><published>2006-06-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:46:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was boring. we had mini grad meeting and we officially have decided seating arrangements! woot! happiness is when you know what seats to sit at. not feeling too good today. kinda lovelorn. the only thing that prepped me up was my new layout for click&amp;cut PSDs. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i get down to changing this one...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115072121908104714?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115072121908104714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115072121908104714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115053323559775105</id><published>2006-06-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:33:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just talkig with some of my friends online today and i realsied that my current fav, Panic! At The Disco's song Time To Dance, makes them sound just like Fall Out Boy. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me envy&lt;br /&gt;give me malice&lt;br /&gt;give me your attention&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are out of town and i miss ----. so yeah. =]. paris hilton's single Stars Are Blind is SOOOOOO hilariously stupid in every bimbotic type of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and aubergine dreams.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115053323559775105?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115053323559775105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115053323559775105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-just-talkig-with-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115036143481550104</id><published>2006-06-15T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:50:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this picture and it's absolutely rad! bareny and stuff. it is supposed to show what barney is really like 500 years from now: a dead man in a costume we thought was fake, but was actually a real dinosaur. lol.  and aptly named: Prehistoric Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img95.imageshack.us/my.php?image=prehistoricfreak2ma.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/927/prehistoricfreak2ma.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny how we differ from our childhood habits. like. when we were young we were dying to try to help carry groceries bags cos it made us feel mature. now we detest the simple idea of it. lol. or like when we were young we knew something would make our moms beserk, but we went ahead and did it just to hear the pleasurizing sreams you'd get. but now we cant bear to even hear her sniffs. funny, how life is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115036143481550104?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115036143481550104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115036143481550104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-found-this-picture-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115029061307134905</id><published>2006-06-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:10:13.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took me 10 minutes and 7 "Cannot be displayed" pages to get here. and all i can say is i'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq last night was fun. TABOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115029061307134905?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115029061307134905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115029061307134905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-took-me-10-minutes-and-7-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115011465434654724</id><published>2006-06-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:17:34.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today was quite a whirlwind. and i'm so terribly happy cos i start seeing people use my PSDs in their designs and they have been telling me about it. so so happy. hahas. i miss him. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115011465434654724?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115011465434654724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115011465434654724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-today-was-quite-whirlwind.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115009423797109827</id><published>2006-06-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:37:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom is being fur-icking bitchingly irritating today. i don't know. she's just irking me with everything seh says. my brother is obssessed with maple and thinks it's '&lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt;'. pitiful delusioned thing. you should see him cry when his comp crashes and renders him maple-less. &lt;i&gt;i mean, a sec 1, BB boy and leading BB boy in primary school, cry over a pathetic little game which looks like it was concieved from a 2-year old's mind!&lt;/i&gt; that's friggin' pathetic. seriously. it's so sad. (sh'ya right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115009423797109827?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115009423797109827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115009423797109827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-mom-is-being-fur-icking-bitchingly.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-115001314163113781</id><published>2006-06-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:05:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well we went to church today. rachelB, glenda and samantha surprised me by turning up! lol. then went to DFS and did abit of browsing. wet wet day. lol. then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's on some camp mania. he just came from home from BB camp and tml he's going to church camp. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-115001314163113781?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115001314163113781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/115001314163113781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-we-went-to-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114994209219856575</id><published>2006-06-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:21:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today i did more PSD cuttings and had a fight with an online asshole and breathed. is there anything special? no. not in the mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114994209219856575?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114994209219856575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114994209219856575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-today-i-did-more-psd-cuttings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114991513028454515</id><published>2006-06-10T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:52:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;if there's one person i want to kiss, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;and if there's one person who i'd die for, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;if there's one person who can give me love, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;and if there's one person who makes me whole, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;geddit?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;X-MEN 3'S ANGEL!&lt;/s&gt; YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114991513028454515?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114991513028454515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114991513028454515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-theres-one-person-i-want-to-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114985144480021713</id><published>2006-06-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:10:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today i FINALLY went to watch X3. it was good. BEN FOSTER WAS SOOO HOT! lol. he's angel. pity he only gets no more than like 5 minutes on screen which is a waste cos he's like fo shizzle. lol. made so many lovely graphics including a rockin' retro one. i might make one for my next skin. =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114985144480021713?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114985144480021713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114985144480021713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-today-i-finally-went-to-watch-x3.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114976883356660669</id><published>2006-06-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:13:53.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is dedicated to the special you. you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;hey! what can i say!&lt;br /&gt;you've got charisma.&lt;br /&gt;i love your laughter&lt;br /&gt;i love your jokes&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114976883356660669?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114976883356660669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114976883356660669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-dedicated-to-special-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114976279861221478</id><published>2006-06-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:33:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was good. crapped with andy alot. lol. spent alot of time to my new PSD site project which is already up but i'm not showing here in case loserfied loners needed a tagboard to spam me and the site had one. made this beautiful picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/866/1283/200/lonely.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;click to open!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a combination of the baltimore, chicago, barbados, queensland and s.africa's sklines. it also has paris and egypt represented in it and a little Quantas airplane flying around. lol. the hand represents God, after failed attempts for a church or cross that would fit. and if you're wondering why it's so big, it's a custom layout. for what? i don't know. but i thought i'd make it this size to accomodate if the need calls for. smart, aren't i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114976279861221478?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114976279861221478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114976279861221478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114967786522310789</id><published>2006-06-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:57:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my blogspot is screwed. the whole darn thing is in chinese!!! can't read. goes blind. nothing much to say today because nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114967786522310789?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114967786522310789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114967786522310789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-my-blogspot-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114957405489450494</id><published>2006-06-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:07:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't do alot of stuff today. went for art as usual. goodness you can feel the tension lighten because gopal's not around. but leicester like takes over and bosses everyone around which is super freaking irritating. she thought me this really cool technique of making gradient paint on my batik which was super cool. it looks abit like vegetables but it's still pretty! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;did you know!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;leicester's drank detergent before!&lt;/i&gt; she poured it into some Sprite and drank the whole thing. Then halfway through her class, she suddenly stopped and wailed "I NEED TO GO HOSPITAL! I CANNOT TAHAN!" well looks like now we know where her eccentricity comes from. detergent's seeped into her brain. you didn't here it from me'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what can you expect from a wonman who compares her tits to the size of batik dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114957405489450494?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114957405489450494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114957405489450494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-didnt-do-alot-of-stuff-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114950458030775242</id><published>2006-06-05T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:49:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had fun making MSN screenies. here's some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/7808/screenieblog17cx.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above&lt;/b&gt;: Attack of the nickname clones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/6662/screenieblog28qt.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above&lt;/b&gt;: Sounds like some REALLY-SHOR-STORY on masturbation experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/3325/screenieblog34ga.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above&lt;/b&gt;: KISS MY MOMMA?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/4194/screenieblog49od.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AbOvE&lt;/b&gt;: oNe'S iN lUrRvE...dE oThEr OnE nEeDs ReViVaL...wHy Do We HaFf To TyPe LyKk ThAt NeHs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/863/screenieblog56da.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Above&lt;/b&gt;: Sounds like some ritual to me. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if anything here looks or sounds familiar. for the sake of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114950458030775242?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114950458030775242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114950458030775242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-fun-making-msn-screenies.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14243249.post-114949477015800983</id><published>2006-06-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:06:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today was so funny. went for physics first. did some stupid practical. but it's quite fun and OHH didn't scream, which is good ok! me and dinisha were singing "Time to say goodbye" and it was hilarious. then went for lunch with the WHOLE class (unity? lol. nah...) we lost dinisha halfway cos we (nicole, jihian and moi) were in guardian playing with Perfum Generics (i sprayed on DKNY's Be Delicious and it is so real-like!). poor din was opposite drawing money and walked right past us without knowing. so we found back at mac. lol. then some ku-ku old woman came and started talking to us and we were like giving ehr the guai-lan attitude but that made her talk more. LOL. ate and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody shit sia. so much work to do. i really hate that leicester. she really cheat money lor. the tiger she draw for me is SO NOT real lah! the mouth is mutated! so then me and jinlian were crapping outside. we first put in a marshmallow into the wax pot. the thing stared to bubble, like as if it was a fizzy drink. so we experimented with tons of stuff. tissue paper, masking tape, toilet rolls...we even constructed our own steamboat lah! lol. then we went in and started to take some -arhem- and -arhem- from the room and left. went to eat chicken rice together and then took to bus interchange. lol. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;max has rock-hard abs&lt;/i&gt;. (sorry, i just HAD to say it. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu!&lt;br /&gt;aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14243249-114949477015800983?l=thoughtrape-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114949477015800983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14243249/posts/default/114949477015800983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtrape-.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-today-was-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>mukayyBRAiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03410458466285201026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
