<?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-21716805</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:40.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPORARY WOUNDS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116090779393914995</id><published>2006-10-15T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:58:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next serial kisser</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://glass-mannequin.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/GMLJ.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116090779393914995?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116090779393914995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116090779393914995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116090779393914995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116090779393914995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/next-serial-kisser.html' title='next serial kisser'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116083456721469104</id><published>2006-10-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:02:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my internet's annoying</title><content type='html'>omg, my internet died on me when i was blogging. pouts. then again, shit happens. that's what bin always said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like fireworks outside. i can see it from my bedroom window. i love the view from my bedroom window. it's pretty pretty. especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm sick again, and this sucks. i get sick really easily. i was really looking forward to the post exams period but now i'm stuck at home, with a running nose &amp; a really bad cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i'm going to do when i get well is to go play swing again ! :D who wants to go play swing with me ? &amp;amp; after playing swing, i shall come up with a plan to kidnap ron-lexus' dog. heheh, marcus, you can be my partner in crime ! i shall stand downstairs &amp; wait for you while you climb up his window &amp;amp; let his dog sniff your butt again ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off. chicken rice for dinner. how pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116083456721469104?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116083456721469104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116083456721469104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116083456721469104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116083456721469104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-internets-annoying.html' title='my internet&apos;s annoying'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116075618362075795</id><published>2006-10-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:44:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy again !</title><content type='html'>today was a great day :D i had fun with marc &amp; ron. &amp;amp; i finally got to play swing aft 10 goddamn years :D i love ron's dog. it's bloody cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally free from the exams. &amp; marc said i've lost weight aft the exams. heheh, maybe i shld throw away all thoughts of exercising &amp;amp; just study the whole of the holidays. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess i won't do anything to my hair this holiday. i should just wait till next year when i'm finally free from this hellhole. you know, i'm really glad the exams are over (: i can't count the number of times i've said it with my ten fingers. but yes, i'm so happy the exams are finally over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i won't be celebrating my bday in singapore this year |: i'll be going away with char. am not telling where though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i really don't know if you're really being sincere, or if you're going to hurt me again. it's hard to trust you again, &amp; i really don't want to risk letting myself get hurt again. i guess it's best if we just stay this way. besides, you know how hard it is for me to trust ppl. &amp;amp; you know how much my best friends mean to me. i don't want us to get too close &amp; then have you stabbing me in the back. it's too much for me to take. no hard feelings, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;holidays means more shopping, more borrowing of cash from the folks, braces done, more time spent with marcuscharleneronlexuspearlynalethea &amp;amp; more caramel frap ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116075618362075795?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116075618362075795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116075618362075795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116075618362075795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116075618362075795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-again.html' title='happy again !'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116054711794661533</id><published>2006-10-11T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:18:37.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day to freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO THT PEARLYN &amp; I CAN IN TOWN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  see penguins in the middle of orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;2. walk into the gents immed. aft coming out from the ladies thinking that it's the exit.&lt;br /&gt;3. come face to face with a skeleton while laughing yr ass off then get scared shit.&lt;br /&gt;4. get bad coffee from starbucks (wtf) &amp;amp; actually think starbucks sucks for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;5. have two bad encounters with starbucks, in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, i'm off. tmr's the last paper. thank god. goodbye exams, hello shopping ! marcus ! charlene ! ron-lexus ! get your fatasses off the chair, let's go shopping ! :D and marcus ! exams are over ! you promised meeee ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to burning midnight oil ! goodbye to long hours of mugging ! goodbye to my pimples ! hello shopping ! hello oil-free skin ! oh wait. no money, no shopping :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#^$%!^#%$ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROWNS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116054711794661533?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116054711794661533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116054711794661533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116054711794661533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116054711794661533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-day-to-freedom.html' title='one more day to freedom'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116030344317249386</id><published>2006-10-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:34:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling grouchy</title><content type='html'>i'm sick, &amp; i'm having my literature &amp;amp; science papers tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat's in pain, my nose is killing me, i'm having a splitting headache, &amp; i'm running a fever. even painkillers doesn't help. &amp;amp; i can't sleep in cause i've to mug for my exams. great, now i really feel like killing those stupid, inconsiderate nehnehpoks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't go on, i feel like shit. this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116030344317249386?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116030344317249386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116030344317249386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116030344317249386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116030344317249386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-grouchy.html' title='feeling grouchy'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-116023254745903606</id><published>2006-10-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:33:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gor</title><content type='html'>PSI: 150. omg, i seriously think those poks are damn inconsiderate. but then again, maybe when the haze gets really bad, they might cancel schl and postpone the EOYs ! okay, yea, i know. dream on, zann. but then again, that's only going to happen if it's PSI: 300. and we're not even near. anyway, the haze is making me uncomfortable. i'm asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, this post is dedicated to one very special person, marcus tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MARC !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestie ! thanks for helping me with my math, and for being so patient with me. oh, &amp; for going, "okay, you finish this question, i give you this chocolate. deal ?" when i lose concentration (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're definitely the best tutor i've had so far. &amp;amp; you're so fun to be arnd with ! oh, &amp; have i told you what a great best friend you are, always encouraging me whenever i feel down, &amp;amp; showering me with compliments whenever i feel fat &amp; ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for making me feel so secure. i look up to you as not only a bestfriend, but a big brother. and thanks for the hugs whenever i'm down. you never fail to make me feel so much better each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb tht time when you woke up rlly early in the morning just to make me breakfast cause i was going to have a loooong day. i feel like i owe you so much  for the countless times you did so many other favours for me. &amp; yet you never seem to mind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you put up with my childish antics, watch my back, &amp;amp; warn me whenever i'm crossing the line. goodness, i won't know what to do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knw how uncomfortable i am arnd some boys. which is why i hardly talk to boys. but somehow, even i'm amazed at how comfortable i feel arnd you. and i really appreciate everything you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give really great advice, &amp; i'm really thankful tht you were there for me each time i needed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like only ytd when i was 9 &amp;amp; you were 10, and we were in taekwondo class together. now 6 years later, we're in the same schl, &amp; you're my bandmate, big brother &amp;amp; bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can talk to you about everything, &amp; ask you anything i want because you'll never judge me. and you'll always support me in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like i've the bestest friends in the world. &amp;amp; i wouldn't give up marc for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, whoever said tht a guy &amp;amp; a girl can't just be best friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i know you hate me calling you this, but i'm going to do it anyway. gor gor ! i love you !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-116023254745903606?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/116023254745903606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=116023254745903606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116023254745903606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/116023254745903606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-gor.html' title='my gor'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115968862689975058</id><published>2006-10-01T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:47:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I wouldn't trade my fam, Marc, Char &amp;amp; Ron for anything else in the world. Not now, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115968862689975058?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115968862689975058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115968862689975058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115968862689975058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115968862689975058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-for-them.html' title='thank god for them'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115962411627324172</id><published>2006-09-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:41:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlene's bloody survey</title><content type='html'>charlene &amp; &lt;s&gt;xiaoting&lt;/s&gt; janice tagged me. so yea, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Favourite colour:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red (&amp; Black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kicking Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite day of the week:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturdays, cause there isn't schl the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite ice-cream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanilla, mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite TV shows:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm, tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current taste:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black top &amp; Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current toenail colour:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.47 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This survey, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Is there anymore ice-cream in the fridge? Damn it, i need my caramel frap from starbucks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crush:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lie:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I uh, lie a lot, so i can't remember either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheesy saturday cartoon theme songs, when i was in kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't ever smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Corona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.23 pm with Pearlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Chemical Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlene, will you be my girlf ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, i get my friends to litter for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, Charlene's a smart litterbug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved and lost somebody:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FIVE lucky people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) alethea (beats talking to your pillow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) jacqueline (smthng to blog about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) pearlyn (though you come online once in 134653 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) winston (here, dustbin, don't say i don't feed you enough trash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) emma (now that you've lost your job, ha !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;single, taken or crushing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy with your life now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, don't get me started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How fast exactly, is fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you take someone back if she cheats on you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No way, that person can kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Marc's ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever talked about marriage with another before?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, except maybe to Charlene. Does that count ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want children?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Irritating little things they are, but surprisingly, i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe three. Oh, &amp; a dog called Travis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever consider adoption?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm, tell me straight, but don't say the L word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you enjoy getting into relationship?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow, the word, 'enjoy' sounds wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the furtherest thing you and your ex did?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If it's a shoe/bag/smthng expensive yet oh so attractive, definitely. But if it's smthng disgusting (like some boys), then eww, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe you can change someone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If i tried hard enough, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you give in easily when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Verbally, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wished that you could have someone but you messed it up?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day your best friend falls in love with the person you are deeply in love with, what will you do?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know for sure that Charlene would never do such a thing, as for Marc, well, unless he turns gay, which is Never. And if i fall in love with a girl, and Marc likes her, damn, i'll let him have her. Haha, sometimes i feel like i have the greatest friends anyone could ever ask for. I know they'd never do anything to hurt me, and that they'll always be there. And this feeling rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you missing someone now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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.Tag them in their blogs to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) alethea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) jacqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) pearlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) emma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115919750914477259</id><published>2006-09-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:18:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling shitty</title><content type='html'>damn it, i'm feeling lost and upset again. so many things have been happening, and it's not the same anymore. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115919750914477259?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115919750914477259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ones</title><content type='html'>i'm not going to go all out to dismiss those rumours. you can believe whatever you want, whoever you want. whatever you guys think doesn't matter. besides, if you really call yourself my friend, you'd know that it isn't true. so yes, in case you didn't know, it doesn't affect me anymore. i've got great friends and a great band. you can waste your time deciding if we're more than friends. because i'm leading a great life, and it doesn't matter anymore if you want to be part of my life or not (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alethea: babygirl, thanks for trying to clear all those misunderstandings. i know it isn't hard, and there's been a strain on our friendship. both the rumours, and the exams stress. thanks for being so supportive. you've always been a little sister to me, and you're going to stay that way. i'm going to be here for you, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chesna: thanks for telling me whatever you know. i'm grateful (: and thank you for not believing whatever those asses are saying. ey, must study hard, kay. i don't want to hear anymore complains about you ah. love (: oh, and thanks for your GO ZANN ! it's err, very motivating. haha. be a good girl, kay. or in this case, stay one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youjin: pork pork, mommy loves you. thanks, you've been a great help. and i really appreciate everything you've done. from the cookies, to accompanying me when i'm dying of boredom. ah, and i'm happy for you getting your erm, roxy shit. i do not like the idea of being called a mother, but yes, i'll make an exception for you. ey, youpig. my period's here. do i get cookies? haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you girls, you've been such darlings. thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about ron pushing kah heng's head, well, yea, he can be a little rash at times, but hey, it's not fair comdemning someone because of one incident, is it? that boy is trying his best to change. give him some time, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going out now. i really ought to be studying ! ah, kick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for these people, and for mcr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115908238709073728?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115908238709073728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115908238709073728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115908238709073728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115908238709073728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-god-for-sec-ones.html' title='thank god for sec ones'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115881589792830393</id><published>2006-09-21T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:23:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love staying home</title><content type='html'>damn it, i'm sick ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe school isn't that bad. beats staying at home doing nothing. but seriously, i prefer studying alone at home to going to schl and wasting my time pretending to listen to whatever the teacher's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm supposed to pay attention. but it's really hard to catch up with whatever they're saying, after missing out on so much in the first eight months. i kind of regret wasting away the first eight months of my secondary three life. and now i've tons to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't deny i'm stressed because of the upcoming exams. in fact, even though i don't admit it, i'm praying really hard i can pass principles of accounts and math. i mean, yea sure, i don't go all, "damn it, i'm going to die when i get back my results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't been myself lately. and i haven't been talking much. i guess it's the stress and it's getting to me. there's only eleven days left to the exams, excluding 3rd october. ron says i still have time to catch up, and that it's not too late. but i've so many things to do, i don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i were much more hard-working, or more disciplined. or that my parents would pressure me to study every single day, or for all my teachers to give me a pile of homework and make sure i hand in all my work like miss j does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of miss j, damn it, i really want her to be my eng teacher next year. i mean, she's the only teacher whose homework i actually bother to do. not all the time, but yea, most of it. and her lessons are really interesting. in fact, i only pay attention during her lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, i'm just sitting there, stoning or thinking about other things which are irrelevant to schl. i know i really should try paying attention, but i can't if the teacher spends most of the time trying to make ppl shut up or if his/her dressing's much interesting than the lesson. which is why i feel that i can study much better at home than going to schl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and having a sitting partner who has sudden fits, or brilliant ideas/evil plots doesn't help make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, you're doing your own work, or writing notes, and she's drawing away like some lunatic, and both of you are minding your own businesses, and she suddenly sits up straight and goes, "i know already ! we can go to pizza hut to eat pizza !" i agree, and then i go back to doing whatever i was doing before the interruption, and she pouts, and starts whining, "but i want to go swensen's." i don't really mind, so i agree again, and return to copying notes, and she goes, in an extra high-pitch voice, "i change my mind, we go to KFC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!$^%#&amp;$@$ retarded two-piece chicken eater. but then again, without her, school life would be a bore, and i'll most prolly not go to schl as often. (not that i go to schl often) pearlyn started laughing like crazy when she saw my result slip which read that my attendance was regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, for the first time in my secondary schl life, i'm more than willing to share my not-so-excellent results with you, because of the fact that i passed all my subjects. well, not really, because i only took two out of seven subjects, which leaves five of them with a VR. so anyway, i passed my chinese with a 52, and literature with a 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, go ahead and laugh at my results. i didn't study, and if it's not for the fact that i didn't know that there would be a test on the day that i was going to schl, i'm quite sure that i'd get a VR for all seven subjects. enough about my results. i'm going to talk about what happened on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, there was a social studies test on monday, and i couldn't concentrate throughout the test because mr gej came up to where pearlyn and i were seated and said, "go to the discipline room during recess." so that left me wondering if pearlyn and i did anything wrong for the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you know me well enough, you'd know that i'm always being paranoid. so i thought maybe we got accused for cheating in a test, or maybe some teacher caught me using my handphone. that was my first time visiting the DM room, and i hope that it was my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went after the test and looked for the discipline teacher, only to find out that the 'trouble' we got into was not clearing our utensils after eating. and i think i know who's the little snitch who booked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn was fuming mad because:&lt;br /&gt;1. they got her surname wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. the discipline teacher pronounced her chinese name wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;(she pronounced it till it was beyond recognition and you won't even know she was referring to pearlyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was laughing all the way to the canteen. i was laughing at my stupidity, actually. i screwed up my social studies paper worrying for nothing. damn it, i should really stop over-reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, pearlyn and i had to clear utensils for the last ten minutes of our recess, and the discipline teacher still wasn't pleased. she scolded us for not reporting to her before clearing the tables, claiming she didn't see us clearing anything at all, and accused us of being late. she said, "i'm a very punctual person." yea right, when it was already ten forty-five, she wasn't even there yet. oh well, no point arguing, so pearlyn and i just walked away after she was done with scolding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one helluva long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: for those who asked me about my problems, thanks for your concern, and yea, i'm feeling much better. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: and i'm so proud of myself. i didn't swear throughout the post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115881589792830393?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115881589792830393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115881589792830393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115881589792830393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115881589792830393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-staying-home.html' title='i love staying home'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115832374696144154</id><published>2006-09-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:35:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busybodies</title><content type='html'>yea sure, mind your own business and stop prying into mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115832374696144154?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115832374696144154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115832374696144154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115832374696144154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115832374696144154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/busybodies.html' title='busybodies'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115790882342237710</id><published>2006-09-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:23:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frowns</title><content type='html'>oh, i feel so sad. this is all so depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115790882342237710?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115790882342237710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115790882342237710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790882342237710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790882342237710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/frowns_11.html' title='frowns'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115790875548071134</id><published>2006-09-11T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:22:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary wounds</title><content type='html'>i really ought to be in bed by now, but i can't get to sleep. i'm feeling so messed up. i hope things get better soon. or maybe you're right. maybe it's time i prayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115790875548071134?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115790875548071134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115790875548071134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790875548071134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790875548071134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/temporary-wounds.html' title='temporary wounds'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115790733537335982</id><published>2006-09-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:55:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of september holidays</title><content type='html'>ah, back to schl tmr, i am not ready for schl at all, and i'm so not looking forward to seeing those ppl at schl. frowns. ding and i haven't started on the homework yet. great, i wasted a whole week going out instead of doing smthng much more constructive, like uhmm, math. kick me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115790733537335982?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115790733537335982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115790733537335982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790733537335982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115790733537335982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/end-of-september-holidays.html' title='end of september holidays'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115730594078478397</id><published>2006-09-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:55:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babygirl</title><content type='html'>damn it, i had a tiring day, but it was worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dear alethea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you told me how you felt. i promise i'll try to make this work, and i'm looking forward to our tuesdays together (: i promise you we'll be much closer, alright? love you tons. hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;zann&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, i've a long day tmr, so i'm going to bed now. i'm visiting the dentist's tmr night. ciao (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115730594078478397?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115730594078478397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115730594078478397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115730594078478397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115730594078478397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/babygirl.html' title='babygirl'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115722819805852368</id><published>2006-09-03T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:16:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertain</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of blogging somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115722819805852368?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115722819805852368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115722819805852368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722819805852368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722819805852368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/uncertain.html' title='uncertain'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115722817379693132</id><published>2006-09-03T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:16:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smthng random</title><content type='html'>zann loves orange julius ice cream !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115722817379693132?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115722817379693132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115722817379693132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722817379693132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722817379693132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/smthng-random.html' title='smthng random'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115722811160584443</id><published>2006-09-03T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:15:40.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My three favourite people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCR&lt;/span&gt;: Marc, Char &amp;amp; Ron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115722811160584443?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115722811160584443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115722811160584443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722811160584443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115722811160584443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-three-favourite-people.html' title='My three favourite people'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115722708980844403</id><published>2006-09-03T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:14:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR !</title><content type='html'>found this while clearing pictures from the comp. haha, one of our jamming sessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1201-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing pictures on my blog ): i've tons of pictures, but i don't feel comfortable posting pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe it's time for me to start blogging on my private blog and stay there for good. or maybe i'll give you guys the address. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, something for a few of my friends before i'm off to hit the sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 108px; height: 81px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovelips03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start swearing at you. i miss you, bestie. i can't wait till your N levels are officially over. damn, i hate the fact that we're drifting apart. i'm looking forward to my birthday. we can drink and talk all night, get you a girlf, and sing songs till the morning ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 112px; height: 83px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/23march18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARLENE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to keep my promise and go to your church in two months. i know this sounds wrong, but do well for the big Os, alright. i'm behind you all the way (: i need to go shopping soon. frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 115px; height: 87px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/LOVE-0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, you're at camp. and i've no one to go out with this week ): i'm still thinking of how to climb up two storeys to steal your england shoes, and maybe your guitar. ha ! oh wait, i don't know how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 121px; height: 90px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/Pearlyn04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEARLYN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm spending most of my holidays with you. when can we go to jurong point to eeeeat? ah, let's buy all the food we can then put on the four kg i lost ! :D oh yea, you're supposed to change my guitar strings for me, you pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 124px; height: 92px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts-0005-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XAVIER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can we go eat calamaris ! and damn, i miss you too. we haven't talked in ages ! all the best for your prelims, nerd. ah, remember when we were late for drama just so we could buy food, and then we waited for a mercedes cab. ha, that's it. i'm calling you up. the wait is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 125px; height: 97px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/19thmarch0630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALETHEA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up, honey ! i'm here for you. sorry i don't call as much as you do, or come online as often as i did. i'm just a call away, so yes, ring me up, we'll hit town, alright? love !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 74px; height: 98px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/Jayne15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAYNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, you're supposed to call me, you idiot. and we're supposed to hold thanksgiving not on thanksgiving. there are so many things we haven't done. like travelling around the whole of singapore on a train !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 80px; height: 100px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/CopyofIMG_1426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIMBERLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy, come back from indonesia la ! damn it, we still haven't visited the toy museum. frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 135px; height: 100px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/flagday5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALERIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, i haven't written your reply. kick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACHEL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, we haven't gone out in months ! call me, and we'll hit town this holidays, alright (: you take care, and don't worry too much about everything that's happening. i'm so happy for you and your guy (shit, i can't remember his name again. frowns.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINSTON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for my anti-jamming printer. and thank you for printing out those lyrics for me. damn, can't wait for schl to start. then maybe i'll start writing to you again. ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i don't know who i can trust anymore. and i'm not even sure who's putting up a pretence and who are my true friends. then again, xavier taught me a lot and told me life's a stage. xavier's like a big brother i know i can turn to. damn, i really miss him. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know no matter what happens, i can always turn to char, marc &amp;amp; ron. oh, and even though pearlyn gets on my nerves at times, i know she'll be there when i need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like the luckiest girl alive to have such great friends caring for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115722708980844403?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115711430248371838</id><published>2006-09-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:38:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frowns</title><content type='html'>i hate takeaways ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115711430248371838?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115711430248371838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115711430248371838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115711430248371838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115711430248371838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/frowns.html' title='frowns'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115709250868960412</id><published>2006-09-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:36:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>omgosh, i haven't been online for a really long time. anyway, tagbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACQUELINE:&lt;/span&gt; the first thing i'm going to do when i see you, is skin you alive. grr, i want my book back. damn it, i'm calling you up. and yea, the performance was okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BARRY:&lt;/span&gt; thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINSTON:&lt;/span&gt; hello, youpig !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XAVIER:&lt;/span&gt; omgosh, i forgot. damn it, my memory is failing me. okay, i'm free the whole of next week i think. let's go out. (: and oy, that doesn't give you a reason to call me bimbo. you nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALETHEA:&lt;/span&gt; hello hello, lovely !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEARLYN:&lt;/span&gt; hello, and where have you been?! you haven't been tagging for a long time. and oy, i think i screwed up today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMILLIA:&lt;/span&gt; you guys were great ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACHEL:&lt;/span&gt; thanks ! but i think i screwed up )): anyways, i'm free during the holidays, so yes, call me, and we'll meet up, alright? love !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115709250868960412?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115709250868960412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115709250868960412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115709250868960412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115709250868960412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/09/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115660375865004494</id><published>2006-08-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:50:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it, i've got great friends</title><content type='html'>char: everytime you post about me, i feel very embarrassed to tag on your blog, like, i feel speechless la.&lt;br /&gt;zann: then i shall not post about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;char: no ! but i like reading posts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay charlene, yet another appreciation post for you. damn it la, you nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dear best friend,&lt;br /&gt;you let me bitch about anyone, anything, and you don't mind when i get all childish and insist on doing things my way. also, you never fail to cheer me up when i'm down, or convince me that i'm not exactly the ugliest/fattest person around whenever i start feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for going out with me, to study, to shop, or to just to talk. and thanks for letting me cry infront of you then giving me a hug and assuring me that everything's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's just a few hours away, and i'm not really sure i know what to do. i really hope no drastic changes will take place in my life though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the promises you've made to me, and for the times you've been there when no one else have. i know i can always turn to you, and tell you everything's that's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i feel extremely comfortable talking to you about things i don't mention in front of other people. and i'll never worry about you judging me after i let you in on a secret. because i know you'll accept me for who i am, and for loving me just the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look back and think about the 'best friends' i used to have, sometimes i really regret not having known you earlier. who would have thought that two completely different people, would turn out to be best friends in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i both know that we're total opposites, and we don't even have common interests, apart from bitching, that is. and we get into silly arguements a lot. but you never fail to make everything alright again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it char, i don't know how i'm ever going to live my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, best friends, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;zann.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like poking you to death, but i know that if i do that, i wouldn't want to live either. life wouldn't be the same without you and marc. i know i've said this a thousand times, but i'm still going to say it again. i love you &amp;amp; marc, and we'll get through everything together, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm still looking forward to living with you, a hamster, a poodle, a bird, a horse, a rabbit, a zebra, a pet shark, a giraffe, an elephant and a pig named winston.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115660375865004494?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115660375865004494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115660375865004494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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i?'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115660197172959358</id><published>2006-08-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:19:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convo with the bro</title><content type='html'>so i was talking to my brother on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel: ...&lt;br /&gt;joel: ok chewbacca&lt;br /&gt;me: WTF.&lt;br /&gt;me: you call your sister chewbacca.&lt;br /&gt;me: you chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;joel: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, sometimes i feel like punching him in the face. but oh no, i love you bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115597356301891450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115597356301891450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115562684959527162</id><published>2006-08-15T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:27:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill in the blank</title><content type='html'>i love _____.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115562684959527162?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115562684959527162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115562684959527162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115562684959527162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115562684959527162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/08/fill-in-blank.html' title='fill in the blank'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115554853256839518</id><published>2006-08-14T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:42:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovables</title><content type='html'>this sucks, i've a throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to be able to sing again ): i'm looking forward to jamming with the band. damn, i love the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus, all the best for your prelims! thank you for taking care of me, and for showing so much concern (: you are a great buddy, brother, and best friend. oh, and collect your p.anderson book from me soon, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene, prelims coming soon. all the best. if you need, i'll stand outside school every morning waiting for you with ginseng/bird's nest/chicken essence! and thank you for your hugs. they make me feel tons better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn, thank you for letting me kiss/hug you whenever i'm upset, and for taking the cab back with me, with your guitar even though it's troublesome to put it in the taxi. oh, and for scheming on how to overthrow those bitches &amp;assholes in our way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron, i loooove your guitar, kay. damn nice. thank you for making me feel taller after pearlyn lies to me that i'm taller sitting in the center (: oh, and don't worry about those evil asses in school. you only have to put up with them for 4 more years. go ron go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all. i'm going off now. tired, sick, &amp;amp;drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm worried for the drama club. hey guys, if there's anything you need help with, feel free to call me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115554853256839518?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115554853256839518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115554853256839518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115554853256839518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115554853256839518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/08/lovables.html' title='lovables'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115548089256634136</id><published>2006-08-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:56:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blogging</title><content type='html'>done tons of thinking, came to a conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zann is back, and she's staying for good. damn, i love this blog. &amp;amp;and all you people too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115548089256634136?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115548089256634136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115548089256634136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115548089256634136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115548089256634136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='back to blogging'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115535686101316404</id><published>2006-08-12T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:31:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i go back to blogging?</title><content type='html'>yesterday was hell. i came down with a high fever and a really bad cough. won't go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear charlene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, a post to express my undying love for you. thanks for being there. and for sending me messages to show that you care even though you know i wouldn't be able to reply. i swear i love you. thanks for everything. i swear i was really scared yesterday. so yes, i'll work my way to recovery, and hopefully you'll get me the chocolates you promised. (: i appreciate everything you've done for me, and thank you for being such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;zann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115535686101316404?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115535686101316404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115535686101316404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115535686101316404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115535686101316404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/08/should-i-go-back-to-blogging.html' title='should i go back to blogging?'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115401704929518538</id><published>2006-07-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:26:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the times you forget i'm human too</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a choice, i'd rather do the musical all over again. i don't mind losing sleep. anything but going back to class and seeing those people. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything against the people in class, i guess. nobody's perfect, but some of them try too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what kind of people i seriously dislike? eavesdropping asses. why bother straining your neck just so you can listen to whatever my friend and i are saying. and i see no point in you sitting so damn near us just so you can listen/include yourself in the conversation, uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens in my life is none of your business. why can't i tell my friends things that have been happening lately without you asses trying to hear whatever problems i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it pleases you so much to know that i actually have problems, yes. i'm human too. i think it's time to spare a thought for my feelings and stop expecting so much from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never be as perfect as you want me to be, so leave me alone. all i want is some privacy. is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115401704929518538?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115401704929518538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115401704929518538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115401704929518538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115401704929518538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/times-you-forget-im-human-too.html' title='the times you forget i&apos;m human too'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115401494694331574</id><published>2006-07-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:45:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need my privacy</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of moving to a private blog. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115401494694331574?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115401494694331574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115401494694331574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115401494694331574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115401494694331574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-my-privacy.html' title='i need my privacy'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115348370598075983</id><published>2006-07-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:32:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestie</title><content type='html'>she's the one who tells me if i look fine or horrid in whatever i'm wearing, she's the one who tells me what clothes to wear when i'm having a bad day. she's the one whom i turn to when i know not what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're that one person whom i know i can count on and can truly trust. i know i can bitch to you, and that you'll never judge me. you love me for who i am, and yes, i love you too. :D we've known each other for less than a year, and we're close as ever. thank you, charlene, for being a best friend, sister and bitchmate. aah, let's stay best friends, forever. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115348370598075983?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115348370598075983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115348370598075983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115348370598075983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115348370598075983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/bestie.html' title='bestie'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115332921745748801</id><published>2006-07-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:13:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the braceface smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, what biggggg eyes you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 184px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retaaaards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/loveheart-0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big 'O' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got more pictures. :D will post them another day. now off to sleep. goodnight, people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115332921745748801?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115332921745748801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115332921745748801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115332921745748801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115332921745748801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-post.html' title='picture post'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115332101696626913</id><published>2006-07-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:56:56.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>YOUJIN: ohmygoodness. i'll not be in school till next week. ): OMG I WANT MY COOKIES. sorry youjin. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAYNE: why thank you. i kind of felt really helpless the oth day. but i figured i could never be of much help, only more trouble. and besides, that was your new BF. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: get well(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: jooooooooan, my cookieeeeeeees. pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALETHEA: i'm glad you noticed. :D love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARRY: haha, alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE: haha, i don't know leh, but i think i'll get retainers instead. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115332101696626913?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115332101696626913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115332101696626913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115332101696626913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115332101696626913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115314104065487756</id><published>2006-07-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:00:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrugs</title><content type='html'>should i pass braces and just get retainers? besides, i only need to move my two front teeth back by 2mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115314104065487756?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115314104065487756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115314104065487756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115314104065487756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115314104065487756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/shrugs.html' title='shrugs'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115314098942143598</id><published>2006-07-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:02:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchpost</title><content type='html'>i seriously dislike ppl who start talking or listening to the person talking even when they're not included in the conversation. yea, so what if i don't lower my volume and whisper in a secretive manner if i don't want you to know what i'm saying. why make my life miserable just so i can keep things from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't invite you into the conversation, then don't come and act all friendly and pretend we're best of friends, then start including yourself into the conversation and acting like you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i was talking to pearlyn, and XXX was sitting behind listening so attentively and started laughing at the funny bits and acted like she was part of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115314098942143598?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115314098942143598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115314098942143598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115314098942143598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115314098942143598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitchpost_17.html' title='bitchpost'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115305779979072479</id><published>2006-07-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:52:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of email</title><content type='html'>i changed my email add. thelittlesnitch_@hotmail.com is no longer in use. ask me for my new address and i'll add you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115305779979072479?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115305779979072479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115305779979072479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115305779979072479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115305779979072479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-of-email.html' title='change of email'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115289871476014944</id><published>2006-07-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:53:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say anything, bitch</title><content type='html'>this song reminds me of the good old days i had with the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;here i am on the phone again and awkward silence is on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;i used to know the sound of a smile in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;but right now all i feel is the pain of the fighting starting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things we talk about, you know they stay on my mind, on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all the things we laugh about, they'll bring us through it everytime, after time, after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say a word, i know you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away, i know you wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say that time changes.&lt;br /&gt;best friends can become strangers.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want that, no not for you.&lt;br /&gt;if you just stay with me, we can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;so here we are again, the same old arguement.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm wondering if things will ever change, yea.&lt;br /&gt;when will you laugh again, laugh like you did back when we'd make noise till three am and the neighbours would complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;all the things we talk about, you know they stay on my mind, on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all the things we laugh about, they'll bring us through it everytime, after time, after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say a word, i know you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away, i know you wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i'm falling down.&lt;br /&gt;down, down, down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; don't say a word, i know you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away, i know you wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; don't say a word, (please don't leave) i know you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away, (please don't leave) i know you wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a sign, say anything, say anything.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those times when i was missing sherman and jayne, i'd play the song and listen to it over and over again. and now i'm starting to wonder if we'll ever be close again. charlene, where the fuck have you been. i miss you, pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115289871476014944?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115263698343537712</id><published>2006-07-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:56:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frowns</title><content type='html'>to people whom i've flashed weird, plastic smiles at, i apologise. i'm having this bigass ulcer so my smiles come out really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going to start swearing. the ulcer's such a pain. )+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115263698343537712?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115263698343537712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115263698343537712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263698343537712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263698343537712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/frowns.html' title='frowns'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115263680667550373</id><published>2006-07-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:30:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to wake up</title><content type='html'>i need to start sleeping early, paying attention in class, and studying. drama has taken up too much of my time, and i've been neglecting my studies for the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop:&lt;br /&gt;1 eating so much&lt;br /&gt;2 sleeping late at night&lt;br /&gt;3 watching tv till late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off i go now. i hope it's not too late to start studying for the EOYs. |+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115263680667550373?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115263680667550373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115263680667550373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263680667550373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263680667550373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-wake-up.html' title='time to wake up'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115263618611961150</id><published>2006-07-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:43:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>last month has been eventful and many things have happened. i've learnt from my mistakes, and i've learnt not to hold onto things of the past. they are nothing but memories, and one has to keep moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115263618611961150?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115263618611961150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115263618611961150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263618611961150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115263618611961150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115252621902684050</id><published>2006-07-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:01:39.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama</title><content type='html'>check out the new drama blog. the previous one didn't work out, so i guess we needed another. (: anyway, go visit gmdrama, i love the skin. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gmdrama.blogspot.com"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frog prince. +D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115252621902684050?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115252621902684050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115252621902684050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115252621902684050'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115247203748657661?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115247203748657661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115247203748657661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115247203748657661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115247203748657661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/zann-is-happy-girl.html' title='zann is a happy girl'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115247183274355712</id><published>2006-07-10T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:05:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i went shopping</title><content type='html'>and i saw someone shoplifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115247183274355712?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115247183274355712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115247183274355712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovelips-0104a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares if i look like a pig. i'm feeling really happy today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115247174747074275?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115247174747074275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115247174747074275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115247174747074275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115247174747074275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115239096260247196</id><published>2006-07-09T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:17:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joan tagged me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven random facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my birthday falls on the same day as tre cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. since i was 5, i've picked up 29 classes/hobbies/ccas and quit halfway.&lt;br /&gt;3. everyone has their favourite colours. mine's black and red.&lt;br /&gt;4. i type out my diary entries because i'm too lazy to write them.&lt;br /&gt;5. i like pretty boys and i think polka dots are cute.&lt;br /&gt;6. i am never punctual.&lt;br /&gt;7. i've sensitive skin and i can only use certain brands of moisturiser or i'll get rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spiders, cockroaches, houseflies, beetles.. you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;2. whiny little kids who cry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. singing off-key.&lt;br /&gt;4. the thought of me eating vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;5. being left alone in the living room late at night.&lt;br /&gt;6. mr wong talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;7. jamming the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven songs at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the jetset life is going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;2. all that i've got.&lt;br /&gt;3. sugar, we're going down.&lt;br /&gt;4. there is.&lt;br /&gt;5. the ponytail parade.&lt;br /&gt;6. way away.&lt;br /&gt;7. stay together for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things i like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. drama &amp; music.&lt;br /&gt;2. jamming sessions.&lt;br /&gt;3. camera whoring.&lt;br /&gt;4. retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;5. fun &amp;amp; money.&lt;br /&gt;6. quality time with fam.&lt;br /&gt;7. people-watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm never punctual.&lt;br /&gt;2. i show it when i dislike something/someone.&lt;br /&gt;3. i procrastinate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. i msg ppl till my bill's sky high.&lt;br /&gt;5. i spend a lot of my time talking on the phone &amp; on tv.&lt;br /&gt;6.  i'm rash &amp;amp; hot-tempered at times.&lt;br /&gt;7. i complain, whine &amp; bitch all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven victims:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. charlene.&lt;br /&gt;2. alethea.&lt;br /&gt;3. rachel.&lt;br /&gt;4. jayne.&lt;br /&gt;5. fiona.&lt;br /&gt;6. xavier.&lt;br /&gt;7. and those ppl who take 6287487 days to update because they have nthng to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115239096260247196?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115239096260247196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115239096260247196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115239096260247196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115239096260247196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/joan-tagged-me.html' title='joan tagged me.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115238754050323305</id><published>2006-07-09T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:44:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/08july063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma chubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/08july0618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the band&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random visuals&lt;/span&gt; was formed on 1st february, with the band name&lt;font&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'call the paramedics&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/font&gt; we started out really lousy, me on the drums, pearlyn as our only guitarist, and charlene as the bassist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember this particular band of three guys. those proud asses laughed at us and insulted us indirectly, and brought us over to watch them play just so they could humiliate us and put us down. what losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then last month, after i decided to stop drumming and become the band's singer, (personal problems, don't ask why) i managed to get marcus to join the band as a drummer, and he's damn good. and about three days ago, (or was it two), ron became our second guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been happening, friends have come and gone, but i'm glad char and ding stuck around long enough to watch the band (and especially me) grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i think that the hard work has paid off. intensive jamming sessions, raising tons of cash for hours of jamming at the studio and trying hard to find sponsors for the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that the band has become a great part of my life, from taxi rides and making tons of noise for the cab to stop at exactly 4bucks, to jamming and making weird noises in the studio. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to many more years with the band. you guys rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115238754050323305?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115238754050323305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115238754050323305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115238754050323305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115238754050323305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-mom.html' title='i love mom'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115229613560874870</id><published>2006-07-08T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:17:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underscore</title><content type='html'>maybe i should get a middle name. something like underscore. zann underscore quek. heheh. okay, i'm feeling a little lame. i think i must have been influenced by charlene. either that or i've been reading her blog too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115229613560874870?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115229613560874870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115229613560874870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115229613560874870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115229613560874870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/underscore.html' title='underscore'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115229586317172482</id><published>2006-07-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:17:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlene&amp;marcus</title><content type='html'>sometimes i get really tired, but i know that the two of you will always be there to catch me when i fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115229586317172482?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115229586317172482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115229586317172482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115229586317172482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115229586317172482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/charlenemarcus.html' title='charlene&amp;marcus'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115211475234723200</id><published>2006-07-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:18:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me</title><content type='html'>call me childish, but ey, i love being a kid. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115211475234723200?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115211475234723200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115211475234723200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211475234723200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211475234723200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/slap-me.html' title='slap me'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115211447445528751</id><published>2006-07-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:20:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being nice</title><content type='html'>pearlyn: eh, how come all the people from the alien-face gang, the face all so shiny one huh.&lt;br /&gt;charlene: eh, how come XXX's face always so shiny one huh. she polish her face is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, okay. daddy's telling me to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115211447445528751?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115211447445528751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115211447445528751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211447445528751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211447445528751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-nice.html' title='being nice'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115211432590578244</id><published>2006-07-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:18:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchpost</title><content type='html'>i was reading this girl's blog. she's amusing. i tell you, she can be my new source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i can hear all of you saying, "now now, zann, be nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's damn funny, i tell you. i can't stand people like her who think they know everything. and guess what? i think almost all of you know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i blog really well, but the way she thinks, talks, carries herself, gives me the impression that she's trying too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115211432590578244?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115211432590578244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115211432590578244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211432590578244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115211432590578244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitchpost.html' title='bitchpost'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115208303542759955</id><published>2006-07-05T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:03:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>oh, when i decided to not blog anymore, i took away all the links and forgot to save them. so do tell me if i left your link out. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115208303542759955?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115208303542759955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115208303542759955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208303542759955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208303542759955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115208251834133368</id><published>2006-07-05T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:00:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciation post</title><content type='html'>who cares if everyone decides to pack up and leave and never be a part of my life again? i've got my family, and i've got a bunch of good friends who'd stick around and stand by me, and most importantly, i've got my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/23march16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grins. my favourite "ee, your hair very smelly" picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/23march17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wong cc lookalikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char-lene, i love eww. even though you are waaaay taller than me, your tongue is much longer than mine, and i feel like killing you sometimes when you get really lame :D now, feel very much a-pee-shit-a-ted. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115208251834133368?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115208251834133368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115208251834133368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208251834133368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208251834133368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/appreciation-post.html' title='appreciation post'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115208202392957713</id><published>2006-07-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:47:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello to independence</title><content type='html'>goodbye to thoughts of camping at pearlyn's blog, inconvenience caused by lack of links from my blog, and bitching to the band at night. and most importantly, goodbye past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello blog, hello to my new life. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115208202392957713?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115208202392957713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115208202392957713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208202392957713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208202392957713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-to-independence.html' title='hello to independence'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115208146434760971</id><published>2006-07-05T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:37:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back, stronger &amp; tougher</title><content type='html'>oh hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured i shouldn't stop doing smthng i like (blogging), just because of the shit that has been happening lately. and this only shows i'm running away from my problems, and what a coward i've been. so yes, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those sweethearts who've been there. especially xavier, charlene, alethea, marcus and pearlyn. god, i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sorted out my thinking for the past few days, and now, i'm going to move on, and stop holding onto things of the past. it's going to be tough, but i know i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel grateful for the friends who have faith in me. so yes, i'm back to blogging again, and this feeling rocks. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115208146434760971?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115208146434760971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115208146434760971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208146434760971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115208146434760971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-stronger-tougher.html' title='back, stronger &amp; tougher'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115195167979270076</id><published>2006-07-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:20:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>anyway, from fiona's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page18 and find line four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the width of the browser. long lines of text are particularly uncomfortable to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. What is that last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bone collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.38 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn making funny "pop" noises on the phone, talking to herself, and whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. When did you last step outside? And what were you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, jamming with the band, then a trip to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what were you looking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversized white tee and fbt shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when pearlyn said something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What's on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the band. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i saw the same one of jayne's blog some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What was the last film you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing specific, but a jamming studio with high-quality amps and a good drumset is definitely at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to do ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. George W Bush.. American?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a boy, what will you name him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a girl, what will you name her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Have you ever considered living abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to heaven, baby.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115195167979270076?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115195167979270076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115195167979270076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115195167979270076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115195167979270076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115165234482294897</id><published>2006-06-30T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:34:34.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go of one of the many things in life</title><content type='html'>dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not be blogging anymore, at least until i've settled all my problems. life has thrown shit at me, and i'm still struggling to overcome everything. thanks for having been there, from my bitchposts, to my funny moments. and i really appreciated the tags to let me know you guys were there for me when i was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading my archives lately, and realised how much i've grown and how all of you have been there, tagging from the start, and supporting me in whatever i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start facing all the problems i'm having and stop running away like a coward. or maybe it's time to concentrate on my studies, and not worry so much about the less important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've left the tagboard open for you guys, so feel free to tag or email me at nextserialkisser@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;zann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i've learnt my lesson, or maybe it's just retribution. one way or another, i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115165234482294897?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115165234482294897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115165234482294897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115165234482294897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115165234482294897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/letting-go-of-one-of-many-things-in.html' title='letting go of one of the many things in life'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115150947326551693</id><published>2006-06-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:21:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends</title><content type='html'>can i trust you? can i really trust you? do i want to? do i even know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions i ask myself. sometimes i wish you'd give me the answer. but i'd rather not know the truth. after all,  ignorance is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115150947326551693?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115150947326551693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115150947326551693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115150947326551693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115150947326551693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-friends.html' title='my friends'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115150528657927070</id><published>2006-06-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:36:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eww period go away!</title><content type='html'>okay, now that school's re-opened, i don't have the time to come online to blog as often as 3 times a day. but i'm going to try my best to keep my blog from dying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to the band:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry about this afternoon. my mood swings were a pain in the ass, i know. i promise i'll be nice when my period's over. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 286px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/randomvisuals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will send you three the bigger one online. i love you girls, and err, guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115150528657927070?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115150528657927070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115150528657927070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115150528657927070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115150528657927070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/eww-period-go-away.html' title='eww period go away!'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115142829218957803</id><published>2006-06-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:46:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brazil match</title><content type='html'>the referee sucks. it was clearly an offside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115142829218957803?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115142829218957803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115142829218957803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115142829218957803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115142829218957803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/brazil-match.html' title='brazil match'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115140435949508383</id><published>2006-06-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:38:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;this is yet another bitchpost. and if anyone of you have smthng bad to say about it, i suggest you keep your comments to yourself. it's my blog, and if you don't feel comfortable with the bitch side of me, then don't read. hey, i didn't force you to, did i?&lt;/blockquote&gt;i am fuming. i can't believe it. you make up rumours about me, put me down like nobody's business, go arnd talking bad about me, and make use of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and please. the things you say about me. it's like, the pot calling the kettle black. and if you want to put me down, go look at yourself in the mirror first. you're aren't any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you enjoy putting me down so much? i'm not stupid anymore. yea, you made me lose what was left of my self-esteem/confidence, and convinced me that i was the ugliest person alive. i felt like such a loser at that period, and you got what you wanted; me having no confidence and doubting myself time and time again. but hey, it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm going to start being confident, feeling confident, and i'm going to prove you wrong. i'm not your little puppet which you can manipulate anytime you want. so yea, kiss my ass, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm sorry but you didn't get what you wanted afterall. because now i'm going to start believing in myself again, and whatever rumours/comments i hear from you are going to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, jealous ppl are non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, thanks for making me who i am today. because of you, i've finally gained back my confidence, and then again, if you didn't put me down before, i wouldn't be as strong as i am today. aw, how nice of you to spare a thought for me, and then try so hard to make me a stronger person. for that, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i forgive, i don't forget, so burn in hell, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: to all my friends, thanks for supporting me. especially the band. :D i love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115140435949508383?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115140435949508383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115140435949508383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115140435949508383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115140435949508383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/screw-yourself.html' title='screw yourself'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115133460711315276</id><published>2006-06-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:07:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gerard love</title><content type='html'>say anything bad, or rip anything off my gerard shrine, and i'll kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115133460711315276?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115133460711315276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115133460711315276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115133460711315276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115133460711315276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/gerard-love.html' title='the gerard love'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115123090319346934</id><published>2006-06-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:30:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun&amp;laughter with the band</title><content type='html'>my guitarist is retarded. she plays the guitar likes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and marcus! my tuna cheese sandwich making drummer best friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene making out with her bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn lifts her hand up from her guitar and puts it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she decided it was funny to push my head down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. "pearlyn, you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love taking pictures of our jamming sessions. my three best friends! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want my cookies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world peace. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/IMG_1306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the mcr love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115123090319346934?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115123090319346934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115123090319346934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115123090319346934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115123090319346934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/funlaughter-with-band.html' title='fun&amp;laughter with the band'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115108453792208207</id><published>2006-06-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:44:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today rocked</title><content type='html'>my feet feels damn abused. blisters and hours of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's this guy, let's call him XX. he's a pain in the ass and he pokes his nose into everything. yes, everything. oh, and he's damn ugly. HAHA. ppl like him should go bang his head against the wall and drop dead. egoistical, male chauvinist pig who thinks he's darn good looking. please la. even the underside of my foot looks nicer than he does. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, sorry. i'm feeling a little ****ed up today. i'm in a hell of a good mood. finally doing smthng for myself after 2 and a half years of putting up with shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i love my friends. i'm glad i've charlene, pearlyn and marcus to count on. and xavier. omgoodness. nerdbro, i love you. thanks for talking and bitching with me today. i swear. let's have our periods tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and at the same time, i'm really lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115108453792208207?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115108453792208207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115108453792208207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115108453792208207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115108453792208207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-rocked.html' title='today rocked'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115090669513367403</id><published>2006-06-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:18:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing session, drama, and sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;jayne, my blusher hid my sun burnt cheeks leh. no wonder they felt.. raw. and my shoulders hurt too. chey. and to think i thought you were the only burnt one. ): oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go swimming again.! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama today, was well, tiring, yet extremely funny. i think i'm starting to like the drama club again, it's a pity the sec 4s &amp;amp;5s are leaving next year. i really don't want any of you to go. ): okay, except for ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going to have dinner now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115090669513367403?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115090669513367403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115090669513367403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115090669513367403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115090669513367403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/laughing-session-drama-and-sleep.html' title='laughing session, drama, and sleep'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115083709938950174</id><published>2006-06-21T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:58:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die hard england supporter</title><content type='html'>HAH! fiona, see i told you it would be a draw, my dear sweden fan. (: you lost the bet. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joe cole scored at the 34th minute, and steven gerrard at the 85th. i really wanted england to beat sweden. it would be the first time since 1968. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now, drama tmr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115083709938950174?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115083709938950174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115083709938950174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115083709938950174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115083709938950174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/die-hard-england-supporter.html' title='die hard england supporter'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115080886786150253</id><published>2006-06-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:26:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssc.gov.sg/SportsWeb/sw_cat_details.jsp?type=9&amp;root=31&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cat=244&amp;artID=3585"&gt;http://www.ssc.gov.sg/SportsWeb/sw_cat_details.jsp?type=9&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;root=31&amp;cat=244&amp;amp;artID=3585&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;kallang basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;8 AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;SO HIGH TECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;SWIMMING POOL ALSO GOT WEBSITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;lol yah lor&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;okay, oops, aunty moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;hHAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: no more aunty moments from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115080886786150253?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115080886786150253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115080886786150253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080886786150253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080886786150253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/jayne-says-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115080586076639634</id><published>2006-06-20T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:07:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in character</title><content type='html'>ow, i poked myself in the eye. looks like i'm still in character.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; little miss chubby's going to swim tmr with the tall giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;okay. hmm kallang mac bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;the busstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm going to wear shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;cause i'm not going to make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;theres no sun at 8&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;temporary wounds. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;TO COVER MY FACE LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jayne says:&lt;br /&gt;michael jackson wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115080586076639634?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115080586076639634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115080586076639634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080586076639634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080586076639634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-character.html' title='in character'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115080549637328565</id><published>2006-06-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:11:36.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bro, and the maid's sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts-0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts-0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off i go to memorise lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115080549637328565?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115080549637328565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115080549637328565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080549637328565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115080549637328565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/bro-and-maids-sister.html' title='the bro, and the maid&apos;s sister'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115077690816719009</id><published>2006-06-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:19:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go of the old one</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm going to be late for drama so i'll make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night, and it was waaay weird.&lt;br /&gt;i was out with the band, taking a bus, and we missed our stop.&lt;br /&gt;the class and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; gang of 'friends' were there, and i confronted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it felt so real, i nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"hey, i can't believe you backstabbed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: oh?&lt;br /&gt;"why did you do that? i treated you like a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: whatever.&lt;br /&gt;"you're seriously heartless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; rolled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;eyes and yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;: fuck off, you treated me like a friend, but i didn't say you were mine. and so what if i backstabbed you? bitch.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn and charlene were there. and the things that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said, hurt. they hurt a lot. i don't know, but i woke up this morning and realised i didn't want to have anything to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;  anymore. i'm stuck with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;for two more years, but i'm not going to be stupid and let&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; make use of me anymore. but it's such a pity, after being friends for so long. and besides, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was my first best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i felt scared, so scared i couldn't fall asleep. i thought about the past few months, and realised that my friendships are on the rocks, and my relationship with my parents haven't been going so well. and i came to a conclusion, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life is screwed without god.&lt;/span&gt;" and i called charlene. she wasn't awake, so i went through the old messages in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from charlene: maybe it's time you prayed.&lt;br /&gt;from charlene: zann, I THINK IT'S TIME YOU PRAYED.&lt;br /&gt;from charlene: just ask God to help you.&lt;br /&gt;from charlene: everyone has their ups and downs. this is probably one of your downs. you can do it. i believe in you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how i took charlene for granted, and how close we used to be at the start of the year. charlene is the only one who ever believed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i finally prayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115077690816719009?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115077690816719009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115077690816719009' title='0 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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;kill you. i repeat, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; die from reading a chainmail and not passing it on. so quit sending them already. haven't you ppl got better things to do than to keep forwarding chainmails just so you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carry on living&lt;/span&gt;? stop being so naive. if someone's out to kill you, they wouldn't wait till you receive a chainmail. so chainmail senders,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stay away&lt;/span&gt;, because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoy&lt;/span&gt; the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;zann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115069118654708754?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115068909026847667</id><published>2006-06-19T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:52:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>i don't trust the weather report anymore. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115068909026847667?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115068909026847667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115068909026847667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115065639319005727?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115065639319005727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115065639319005727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115065639319005727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115065639319005727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-crazy.html' title='feeling crazy'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115064145903514107</id><published>2006-06-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:34:36.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self:</title><content type='html'>stop drinking. watch your weight. and stop eating so much. you're fat enough alrd. also, please exercise as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene, marcus, let's go exercise and work our fat asses off. (then go on a binge for every one kg lost.) HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115064145903514107?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115064145903514107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115064145903514107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115064145903514107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115064145903514107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/note-to-self.html' title='note to self:'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115053624098266467</id><published>2006-06-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:36:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things i need to do. (but i don't think i ever will.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;1. lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. mug like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;3. stop being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and 4. stop eating so much.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy and i were watching soccer together, and he leaned over and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy: zann, stop drinking so much, kay. and err, you need to E.X.&lt;br /&gt;me: what's an E.X.?&lt;br /&gt;daddy: err, you need to err.. exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned, glared at him, and whacked him really hard in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's right, i guess. my legs ache from climbing a 2 storey staircase. and the only time i can walk long distance without complaining is when i'm shopping. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115053624098266467?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115053624098266467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115053624098266467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115053624098266467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115053624098266467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-things-i-need-to-do-but-i-dont-think.html' title='3 things i need to do. (but i don&apos;t think i ever will.)'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115048330069671110</id><published>2006-06-17T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T05:35:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you, baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;ALETHEA&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey babygirl, shit happens. and when you feel like you're all alone and no one's there, you can always count on me. i'm just a call away, sugar. you're one selfless little girl, and i'm proud of you. so when you feel like no one appreciates anything you do even though you've tried so hard to please them, i do. cheer up. i love you, deary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s: and don't say you don't feel special, okay. your name can blink one, kay. and the first thing i see when i come to my blog is your bigass name!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115048330069671110?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115048330069671110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115048330069671110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115047165598482896</id><published>2006-06-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:34:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart argentina</title><content type='html'>argentina kicked ass with a whooping score of 6-nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love argentina. and no, danny, i'm not going to blog about every single match. watch them yourself, you fatass. i only blog about england and argentina. #@$!@#% i'm not your soccer guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think either argentina, brazil or germany will win the world cup this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway, today's match rocked.&lt;br /&gt;Maximiliano Rodriguez scored at the 6th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 41st minute, Esteban Cambiasso scored at the 31st minute, Hernan Crespo at the 78th minute, Carlos Tevez at the 84th minute, and Lionel Messi at the 88th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GO ARGENTINA GO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115047165598482896?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115047165598482896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115047165598482896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115047165598482896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115047165598482896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heart-argentina.html' title='i heart argentina'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115040103240733574</id><published>2006-06-16T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:40:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/portal_proxy?uri==U409%21E=A@fsy1LqHMU=wMD2lOudCdH5vAwsJFM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BARRY: thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALETHEA: hello, my faithful tagger with nothing to tag. i love you, babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARLYN: wth, i hope your conductor falls down and dies or smthng. i wanna watch silent hill soon, and i've act3 everyday this week, 2 to 5pm. ): i can't wait for schl to re-open, parson ding, i miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAYNE: i'm tired of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; being the one calling you. ): -whacks jayne on the head repeatedly. and besides, unless you suddenly become able to talk and decide to sell tissue papers to get your sister home, i don't see why you should open your mouth, except the occasionally ''oww'' when mark (or yours truly) hits you(r boobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for people asking about the performance in july, here's the site, book the tickets there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/SOPApp/SOPPortal/portal_proxy?uri==U409%21E=A@fsy1LqHMU=wMD2lOudCdH5vAwsJFM"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115040103240733574?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115039963881519811</id><published>2006-06-16T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:43:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>england against trinidad &amp; tobago</title><content type='html'>back from watching soccer. the match was rather dissappointing until the 83rd minute. england was granted so many chances, and yet there wasn't a single goal until crouch did a header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA AT DWIGHT YORKE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(steven gerrard kicked the ball pretty hard.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for you guys who fell asleep and didn't catch the match, peter crouch scored at the 83rd minute, followed by a goal from gerrard at the 91st minute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span id="ctrlManagerSearch_lblNameValue"&gt; sven goran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctrlManagerSearch_lblNameValue"&gt;eriksson substituted michael owen with wayne rooney at the 58th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i still have my michael owen t-shirt since primary 4. it has his huge face on the front, and "michael owen 10" in bold at the back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael owen's performance isn't as good after his injury. but i still love him as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway, enough talking about soccer. i'm going to hit the sacks. goodnight, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115039963881519811?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115039963881519811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115038545366796165</id><published>2006-06-15T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:47:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, charlene and i went to chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double tongue, you freeeeeeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then mom and i went to meet my aunt and cousin. haven't seen them in quite a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/ZANNs13june06072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of miss the good old times when we were just little kids running around, sharing toys and secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115038545366796165?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115038545366796165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115038545366796165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115038545366796165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115038545366796165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-post.html' title='picture post'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115037730000826698</id><published>2006-06-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:16:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling high</title><content type='html'>"do you know who i am? i'm the juggernaut, bitch!" :) :) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115037730000826698?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115037730000826698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115037730000826698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115037730000826698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115037730000826698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-high.html' title='feeling high'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115037683277845076</id><published>2006-06-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:21:53.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>england fan</title><content type='html'>i'm out watching the soccer match right now.&lt;br /&gt;ecuador's playing against costa rica and carlos tenorio just scored a header. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for the england vs trinidad &amp; tobago match at 12 am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if england will win the matc&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h against sweden, though. england has never beaten sweden since 1968. i've a gut feeling it'll be a draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;GO ENGLAND GO!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115037683277845076?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115022830416491574</id><published>2006-06-14T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:55:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions i ask myself about you</title><content type='html'>do i still mean anything to you? am i just someone you turn to only when there's no one else to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's really hard to move on. and sometimes i sit there wondering if things will ever return to how they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit it, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i love charlene, i know that there's a special place for you in my heart, and no matter how hard i try to forget about you and kutah, i'll never be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do you seem so near, yet so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times when we would sit and talk about our future, and spend hours going on and on about our dog, our house, our vacations, and how i'll bring you around the world to catch all the concerts i was never able to watch on this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how i tell myself it's all in the past and i should learn how to appreciate what i still have, it seems so hard to forget about you and the things we used to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i'm just being silly and if you'll ever feel the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115022830416491574?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115022830416491574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115022830416491574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115022830416491574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115022830416491574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/questions-i-ask-myself-about-you.html' title='questions i ask myself about you'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-115021724948165513</id><published>2006-06-14T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:48:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>ZANN: alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARRY: hahahah, i don't care about what ppl think. i mean, i'm doing this for myself, not them. then again, since when did i care about their opinions? my friends support me. and that's all that matters. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAYNE: it's okay, i guess. i mean, you're not going to open your mouth, so i guess there won't be any difference. and 14mm is seven times more than what i need to bring back. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: world cup fever. go england! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TESSA: heheh, i ought to be thankful, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHESNA: aww, sweety. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONY: hahaha, looks like you're still as thick-skinned after all these years, huh? thanks anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE: duh. :D england rocks, but i think brazil's going to win the world cup. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALETHEA: hahaha, love you, babygirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-115021724948165513?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/115021724948165513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=115021724948165513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115021724948165513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/115021724948165513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114997212251068573</id><published>2006-06-11T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:42:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zann, be strong</title><content type='html'>sometimes, the only person who can help you, is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people can throw all the shit you want at me (metaphorically, of course) because i'm not going to be a coward anymore. i'm stronger than you all think i am, and i'm sick of being a coward and running away from problems. i'm much stronger than who i used to be. i know i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114997212251068573?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114997212251068573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114997212251068573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114997212251068573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114997212251068573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/zann-be-strong.html' title='zann, be strong'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114997134175587123</id><published>2006-06-11T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T05:26:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer, braces &amp;friends.</title><content type='html'>england won paraguay, 1-0 and it was an own goal. :D those paraguay supporters at the next table can suck their thumbs and cry. they were going on and on about how paraguay would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the third minute of the game, david beckham (england captain) curled in a free-kick from the left flank and carlos gamarra (paraguay captain) did a header and scored an own goal, beating justo villar's dive. hehehh, england's victory makes me very happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/soccer1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's talk about the braces. fiona's bugging me to blog about it. i'm getting them next month, after the performance in july. (: marcus' discouraging me from getting them, cause he thinks i don't really need them. so does my bro, and maybe charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist explained to me (he's very nice, btw) that for southern asians the gap between the upper teeth and the lower teeth is usually about 2 to 4 mm, and mine's 6 mm apart. so he says it isn't that much of a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says that my two front teeth are protruding out 2 mm, and that the right one's slightly gutting out, so he can either get rid of part protruding out with sandpaper (???) or make me wear retainers if i don't want to do braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if i want braces, he's going to make braces for the upper teeth first, before he decides if i need to bring my lower teeth backwards to make space for the upper teeth to be brought backwards. that way, i get to save two teeth if i don't need braces for the lower ones. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so pearlyn, marcus and i were talking on the bus on the way home from parkway. and she said, "zann wouldn't be zann without her (big) two front teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day, pearlyn sent me a msg to remind me to arrive on time. and then she added, "oh wait, you wouldn't be zann if you aren't late. okay, don't be THAT late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, pearlyn makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114997134175587123?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114997134175587123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114997134175587123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114997134175587123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114997134175587123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-braces-friends.html' title='soccer, braces &amp;friends.'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114986848096887567</id><published>2006-06-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:48:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlene, i love you</title><content type='html'>in primary school, and even secondary school, i had a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; went around telling ppl i had a bad temper, and that i always hit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, and that i scold for no reason at all. and naturally, ppl believed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;, and started to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to try to prove that i wasn't what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; made me out to be. just because i didn't try talking to ppl doesn't mean that i was proud, cocky, or anti social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be more than happy to make friends. who wouldn't? but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; just kept doing all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; could to make ppl believe i was well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even pearlyn, who didn't know me till this year, believed i kept hitting that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;". until she found out for herself who i really am. thanks pearlyn, for even giving me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;, was really nice to everyone. i loved her, until she changed, and i don't expect things to be the same anymore. we used to be really close in primary 5, till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; pulled the plug to the friendship in the PSLE year when she started to care about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought things would change when i went to secondary school, but i was wrong.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; and i became close again, and once again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; went around spreading rumours about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was denial, but i refused to believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was the one who started all the rumours. like i said, i loved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;and i trusted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't care what ppl thought about me. i felt that if my friends chose to believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, then maybe they aren't really fit to be my friends after all if they judge me before knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i find it hard to trust friends, for fear of getting hurt again and again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;, jayne and sherman left, and i don't want to hold onto things of the past anymore. it's all over, and i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that you're in my life, and i'm going to try my best to keep this friendship going. best friends for life, you said. i'm going to try to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, charlene. will you forgive me? i really can't imagine life without you as a best friend. you felt that i always turned to you only when i needed you, and that jayne would always come first. i'm sorry i ever made you feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all who believed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;(and no, it's not charlene): why don't you ppl give me a chance to prove to you that i'm not who you think i am, and try talking to me first before judging me and condemning me. thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114986848096887567?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114986848096887567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114986848096887567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114986848096887567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114986848096887567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/charlene-i-love-you.html' title='charlene, i love you'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114987880128342259</id><published>2006-06-09T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:45:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearing aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/docresults.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114987880128342259?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114987880128342259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114987880128342259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114987880128342259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114987880128342259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/hearing-aids.html' title='hearing aids'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114965561496949123</id><published>2006-06-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:46:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>come to think of it, you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114965561496949123?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114965561496949123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114965561496949123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114965561496949123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114965561496949123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114961314750894659</id><published>2006-06-07T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:52:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy! my favourite pretty boy</title><content type='html'>received email from cousin jaime today.&lt;br /&gt;they've been in miami for more than half a year and brendan's going to schl already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 274px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/brendan10-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 123px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/brendan19-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 267px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/brendan23-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 124px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/brendan29-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit to the seaquarium (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, baby brendan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114961314750894659?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114961314750894659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114961314750894659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114961314750894659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114961314750894659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/eye-candy-my-favourite-pretty-boy.html' title='eye candy! my favourite pretty boy'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114961498118719314</id><published>2006-06-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:40:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the band and my cam whoring</title><content type='html'>watched the omen with pearlyn today. it wasn't scary at all, and it's kind of lame (i think). and the guys sitting behind us were such asses. inconsiderate baboons. -frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jamming last friday. pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 223px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/g1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i took out my phone and ran over to pearlyn. she looks evil. (she always does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 123px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i switched sides. (pearlyn gives me this look whenever she realises that i'm not to stop taking pictures for the next two minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she turns away when she decides enough is enough before she starts shooing me away.&lt;br /&gt;(pearlyn goes, "argh, not again." whenever i take out my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 169px; height: 124px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i run over to charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 171px; height: 127px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then behind marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 172px; height: 130px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 171px; height: 137px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i love this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlene, sorry about wednesday. i love you, bestie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114961498118719314?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114961498118719314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114961498118719314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114961498118719314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114961498118719314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-and-my-cam-whoring.html' title='the band and my cam whoring'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114916795905212829</id><published>2006-06-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:56:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love paul</title><content type='html'>whoopidy-doo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;paul twohill's&lt;/span&gt; in! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114916795905212829?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114916795905212829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114916795905212829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114916795905212829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114916795905212829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-paul.html' title='i love paul'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114914326683297825</id><published>2006-06-01T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:45:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss sharon</title><content type='html'>was clearing my drawer the other day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/lovehearts-0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a395/eccentric_andqueer/scans3005062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really miss sharon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114914326683297825?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114914326683297825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114914326683297825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114914326683297825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114914326683297825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-sharon.html' title='i miss sharon'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114914202902281864</id><published>2006-06-01T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:07:38.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOPOO to boys</title><content type='html'>my brother shld be crowned the most inconsiderate person of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamming doors while ppl are asleep, and talking (really loudly) into the phone when his sister just woke up. ah, boys will always be boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114914202902281864?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114914202902281864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114914202902281864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114914202902281864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21716805/posts/default/114914202902281864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/2006/06/poopoo-to-boys.html' title='POOPOO to boys'/><author><name>ZANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10469397263092953264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21716805.post-114914100004497184</id><published>2006-06-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:04:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>oh, big bro says i don't need braces cause it's only the two front teeth and he says it isn't all that bad. the rest of my teeth are perfectly straight (thank god), and now i'm having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to hit the dentist's today. but mommy forgot to make an appointment. i'm going to call up the dentist's later, cause i know mommy will prolly never. -.-'' (this is what happens when your mom's exactly like you.) but i love her still. sometimes she behaves more like a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying really hard to think of smthng to blog about, but my (@#&amp;amp;*$%) big brother is talking on the phone with his friend. he skipped class and came home, and now he's on the comp yelling into the phone. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'' okay, that shitass brother just hung up but i'm not in the mood to blog anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114914100004497184?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114914100004497184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114914100004497184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I LOVE PAUL TWOHILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE PAUL TWOHILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE PAUL TWOHILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i really shouldn't let this idol competition get to my head. -shrugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114913896969492878?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114913896969492878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114913896969492878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;font- size="32px"&gt;&lt;/font-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;paul twohill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;makes singapore idol worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to really hate watching singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;found it a waste of time. but paul is just so damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21716805-114900756404009764?l=nextserialkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nextserialkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/114900756404009764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21716805&amp;postID=114900756404009764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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