tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52796012961473099032024-02-20T16:21:55.915+08:002012Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-17736091704360730132012-01-24T00:03:00.000+08:002012-01-24T00:03:23.226+08:00Smarteepants loves you for reading this. =)Hello peeps. =)<br />
<br />
So firstly (and obviously), I'm gonna have to apologise (aka beg on the floor for forgiveness) for my long absence from blogspot.com. <br />
<br />
I WAS BUSY OKAY.<br />
<br />
EVERYONE WAS SPM-ING EVERYWHERE.<br />
<br />
Cough.<br />
<br />
So anyway, just to let you guys know. <br />
<br />
I'm not back. <br />
<br />
Not here, at least.<br />
<br />
I'm still gonna be on blogspot, unless some unforeseen force sends me running to tumblr or something. But just not asiansmarteepants...which in case you didn't realise, has been my ranting space since my 1st year in high school. =)<br />
<br />
So this is embarrassing, but I used to swear to myself that I'd never leave this blog, mainly because there are too many things here - hidden or not - that I'll never want to leave behind.<br />
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I don't really know why I'm moving. Maybe just 'cuz its a new year. Or maybe 'cuz I want to move out of high school mode, which is so intertwined in this blog. Maybe its just a whim. Maybe I'm curious to see which names of the people that appear here will appear in my new blog. Maybe its because I tried to revamp this blog, but it didn't really work out. Maybe I just need to start over. I have a vague idea why, but I don't really quite know how to explain it.<br />
<br />
Anyway, just because I'm moving doesn't mean I have to leave everything here behind right? Its not like I'm deleting asiansmarteepants or anything. I'm just leaving it where I feel it belongs -- in the past. And leaving it in the past doesn't mean I won't look back. And just because I look back doesn't mean I will <em>go back</em>.<br />
<br />
So this is my little tata. <br />
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I don't know where (or when) I'll be blogging from now on, but if you really want to know, you can just ask me. =)<br />
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~Smartee Pants.<br />
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P.S. Daddy's watching a really violent show on TV right now.<br />
<br />
I love violent action/horror movies!!! <strike>The ones where they fight until all sorts of gore spills over the screen!</strike><br />
<br />
Have I told anyone that? =)<br />
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P.P.S. I'm not sure if I should leave asiansmarteepants in this state, or revamp it again back to its original template thingy.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-20957249094886932722011-10-24T21:39:00.000+08:002011-10-24T21:39:35.141+08:00Soom.Don't worry.<br />
<br />
I'm still alive and kickin'. <br />
<br />
Perhaps not kicking, but still alive nevertheless.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-1816012213448934142011-10-14T23:28:00.000+08:002011-10-14T23:28:00.850+08:00Self destructHey, do you people watch cantonese dramas? <br />
<br />
Like those on 311? <br />
<br />
Isn't it funny how they sometimes use the same actress as both the mother and the daughter when she's grown up?<br />
<br />
I used to think it was really annoying last time when I was a kid.<br />
<br />
Now its like...haha haven't you people heard of genetics? What? She cloned? Or had binary fission?<br />
<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
I have no life.<br />
<br />
~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. Gwen Lee, you know, either he has some ultra top secret <strike>excuse</strike> reason.<br />
<br />
Or he's just an ass. (No. I'm not sorry for saying this. You can slap me in school.)<br />
<br />
Either way, what does that tell you?<br />
<br />
P.P.S. Graduation is tomorrow. But we still have to go to school after that. Sigh, gotta love the system. Msia boleh.<br />
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P.P.S. My grad robes are UGLY <strike><span style="font-size: xx-small;">and unwashed</span></strike>. Which part of dirty dark turquoise does the school not <span style="color: #45818e;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>SEE</strong></span>?</span>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-73994468464691973182011-10-12T21:51:00.000+08:002011-10-12T21:51:35.806+08:00Don't want deja vuI didn't lose faith in you. I was just a little disappointed. Not because of that...<em> that</em>.<br />
<br />
But because you're so capable of saying a lot of things, yet nothing happens.<br />
<br />
We both know its not the first time.<br />
<br />
So just stop making empty promises. <br />
<br />
'Cuz then you'll be less pressured, and I'll be less disappointed.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-13170281169946233842011-10-12T21:39:00.000+08:002011-10-12T21:39:52.488+08:00MetatarsalsI have one normal foot, and one abnormal foot.<br />
<br />
Two probabilities.<br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">[Left foot (miniscule) X right foot (normal)] + [left foot (normal) X right foot (ultra large)] = <em>damnit</em></span></strong><br />
<br />
Either way, that gives me a pair of abnormal feet. <br />
<br />
And that's why I had hell trying to get <em>a pair of stinkin' heels </em>for graduation. <br />
<br />
Either my right foot can't fit into the shoe size that my left foot fits perfectly. Or my left foot looks like an utter idiot in the shoe size that my right foot fits perfectly.<br />
<br />
<em>I hate feet</em>.<br />
<br />
Anyway, my creepy pair of metatarsals did get their happy ending. I did get the heels...so on Saturday I won't <em>only</em> be graduating from high school. xD <span style="font-size: xx-small;">you get what I mean, chuamaeyeng? heehee.</span><br />
<br />
Ohh, and before I forget, let me credit Tweety bird for this.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Mum: Woi, after dinner you better go study.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Me: Hmm?</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Mum: How many hours were you on the phone just now?</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Me: What?</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Mum: Talk more on the phone lah. See how your dad explode later when he gets the phone bill.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Me: Haaahhh?<br />
Mum: After dinner, no more phone calls. GO STUDY.<br />
Me: Whaaat? I can't hear you~</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Mum: I SAID YOU BETTER STUDY UNTIL MIDNIGHT AFTER DINNER.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Me: HAHH?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU~<br />
Mum: AFTER DINNER YOU BETTER GO STUDY OR ELSE I WI-<br />
Me: CAN YOU SPEAK LOUDER I CAN'T HEAR YOU~<br />
Mum: *huffs away and leaves*</span><br />
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Btw, yes, we were sitting next to each other <strike>and I was being a complete ass</strike>. And like I said, thanks to Leowlipop (Ben-dubbed-Tweety-bird) for this method of annoyance. She uses it on me everyday at school. ^.^<br />
<br />
Okay, I shall go make phone calls now.<br />
<br />
Just kidding.<br />
<br />
Maybe just for awhile. >.<<br />
<br />
~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. Gwen Lee, I know how you feel. The first thought that comes to mind might probably be "wtf do you think you are", but I really do. To a certain extend.<br />
<br />
P.P.S. I feel like I've been getting very sulky around you lately. Is it getting harder and harder to put up with me? We don't agree on a lot of things, and that's okay, but I don't wanna disagree on a lot of things either.<br />
<br />
P.P.P.S. Darn I need to update my Thieves list. Grr, its like change-blog-link season. =( Maybe I should follow the trend.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-10531292615931181612011-10-08T23:31:00.000+08:002011-10-08T23:31:53.979+08:00Thumbs up1. Blake Shelton - Hillbilly Bone<br />
2. Simple Plan ft. Natasha Bedingfield - Jet Lag<br />
3. The Script - Nothing<br />
4. One Republic - Good Life<br />
5. Tyler Ward & Boyce Avenue - Fix You (Coldplay Cover)<br />
6. Javier Colon - Stitch By Stitch<br />
<br />
<br />
In no particular order.<br />
<br />
All the female artists in the world have fallen off my thumbs-up playlist.<br />
<br />
Except for Xenia.<br />
<br />
7. Xenia - The Man Who Can't Be Moved (The Script Cover)<br />
<br />
~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. Gwen Lee.<br />
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Coldplay - Fix You.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-58039118247096105462011-10-08T01:12:00.000+08:002011-10-08T01:12:49.055+08:00StubbornI'm hungry.<br />
<br />
Like half crazed starving.<br />
<br />
Even though I ate the whole pot of lamb stew today...<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike>straight from the pot</strike></span>.<br />
<br />
~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. Gwen Lee.<br />
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Why does it feel like you're making the same mistake I made?Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-78294374159782156492011-10-04T22:23:00.002+08:002011-10-04T22:27:25.368+08:00Fix meI signed into Blogger today and the first thing I saw on my dashboard was a notification that <em>claimed:</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">We've updated Blogger!</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">Our updated interface is fast, modern and clean.</span></em></div><br />
It sure as hell better be. Because I'm gonna test upload photos soon and if fast, modern and clean Blogger screws it up, I might just do something really drastic.<br />
<br />
Like <strike><span style="font-size: xx-small;">throw dung bombs at their headquarters</span></strike> switch to Tumblr. Hmph.<br />
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------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
People need to hear Javier Colon's Switch By Switch.<em> He Is Amazing. Like Insane Absolutely No Doubt Amazing. </em>In fact, he is so incredible, I just typed sentences with capped words...<em>for him</em>. And I never do that. Ever. <br />
<br />
But seriously, all SucksPM-stressed jokes aside, the dude is every singing talent in the world -- any world -- <em>combined</em>. Do yourself a favour. Open your youtube tab and search "Javier Colon - Stitch By Stitch". <br />
<br />
<strong>I swear you will not regret it.</strong><em> </em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Unless you're the Iron Maiden type <em>exclusively</em>...then that's a different case<strike>.</strike>..</span><br />
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~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. <span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Gwen Lee</strong></span>, you might as well get used to seeing your name featured here for awhile... because I'm <em><strong>not</strong> gonna stop, </em>until you do. Just because I can't find the words to harrass you about it during school doesn't mean I can't screw you here until you're okay.<br />
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P.P.S. Javier Colon, people. Stitch By Stitch on youtube/google/rapidshare/filestube/whatever-you-use-to-<strike>illegally</strike>-download-music.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">And seriously, enough with the defaecation jokes. (>.<)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><em>Lights will guide you home~</em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>And ignite your bones~</em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>I will try... to fix you~</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-5540646365483707432011-10-03T23:19:00.002+08:002011-10-03T23:34:29.251+08:00IntenseAloha.<br />
<br />
I'm back.<br />
<br />
And I've been gone so long that I'm not really sure how to write here anymore.<br />
<br />
So many emotions and thoughts cramped up in my little brain that I need to purge out. Sometimes I wish I could just milo-dispense them all out. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Inner joke. Nevermind that.</span>Long story short, as that dratted SucksPM draws closer, its getting a little harder each day to reach for my daily dose of sanity.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike>Damn I need to study.</strike></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"><strong>Finding your better half = losing yourself</strong></span></em></div><br />
Real or not real?<br />
<br />
I used to think... not real. Yeah sure, people talk <em>ahelluvalot </em>about that person and people whom I don't even really kinda sorta pretend to know start asking me random questions about him when we both know I'm not gonna answer truthfully and they don't care either way.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><em>"Oi Vicki, how's *inserthisname*?"</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"*says the first thing that comes to mind*"</span><br />
<br />
Thanks for wasting 6 seconds of my life, peep. <br />
<br />
Seriously, stop asking for the<em> sake of asking</em>. Disclaimer: This is only targetted to a certain select group of people who are hell bent on asking stupid questions that nobody will care to answer. <br />
To people who actually give a shyt, TYVMYTIMAWW&NS (and all my blog readers are gonna start asking me wtf this is. ^^)<br />
<br />
Anyway, back to the line in pink. I'm starting to think its kinda true. In a way.<br />
<br />
You don't lose yourself. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Well at least I didn't..)</span> But you don't hold on to your original identity altogether either. Maybe that was what threw me off balance in the beginning. Having to think and proactively consider someone else's feelings in every major decision I make was not what I signed up for. Because I wasn't used to not belonging to me and only me. <br />
<br />
And lets just face it. Its not like we know...knew...each other like the back of our palm...hand...which one is it...damn my english....metacarpals.<br />
<br />
I remember anonymous asked me a few months ago.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: lime;"><em>"So Vicki, how does it feel to finally be in a real relationship?"</em></span><br />
<br />
And I answered...<br />
<br />
...I didn't know how to answer so I threw the question back at her. <br />
<br />
I think I have an answer already though. <br />
<br />
Leowlipop told me today that she felt very relieved that she doesn't have a better half, after seeing all her friends die partially (<strike>haha that's like ionising partially omg whats wrong with me</strike>) from their relationships. <br />
I didn't really know what to say to that, because its justified. Its like quarrel-then-break-up-or-no-quarrel-but-still-break-up season these past few months. <br />
<br />
And with that...my blogging bug died. So I might as well just sign off.<br />
<br />
~Smarteepants<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">IS. BACK. </span></strong><br />
<br />
P.<span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;">an</span>S<span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;">wer</span>. It feels like a blessing and a curse at times. So much pleasure with such pain. Sometimes it hurts like shyt...and yet I know I won't let it go. If I had to use one word to describe it, it'd be...<br />
<br />
<em>Intense.</em><br />
<br />
That one word doesn't sum up everything about us, but it sure says alot. <br />
There are these times when I just feel like curling up into a ball and bawl my eyes out.<br />
<br />
And there are these times when I feel lightheaded from the level of intensity.<br />
<br />
And then there are the moments where I ride that roller coaster rush of emotion.<br />
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But most times, all I know is I'm just happy where I am. =) <span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I'm not scared anymore.</span><br />
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P.P.S. There's two things on my mind. One, after SucksPM. Two, before SucksPM. <em>Damn</em>.<br />
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P.P.P.S. <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Gwen Lee</strong></span>, move on...and those who are worth it will move together with you.<br />
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P.P.P.P.S. <strong>NG MING YANG MUST NOW UPDATE HIS BLOG.</strong>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-45039340114656105212011-08-28T04:11:00.001+08:002011-08-28T04:29:00.742+08:00VulnerableMy hands.<br />
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Are shaking.<br />
<br />
Visibly shaking.<br />
<br />
Terrified.<br />
<br />
I just need to get it all out. Every single thing.<br />
<br />
<br />
God, please forgive me. Please.<br />
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With such pleasure, comes such pain.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And fear.</span>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-77813408596527012272011-07-02T15:28:00.000+08:002011-07-02T15:28:31.930+08:00Blueberry cheese.I woke up today and the first thing I saw were the flowers. Lavender roses, to be exact. And something else which I can't identify.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I'm not a flower person, okay?</span><br />
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The second thing was the cake. <br />
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And the third was the card that read, "<em><span style="color: magenta;">To: My dear sister. HAPPY GETTING OLD. HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFULLLLLLL DAY!!!! Can't wait to see you in Singapore!!!! XXX From: Jaime & James</span></em>"<br />
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Hahaha, thanks J&J. The cake is awesome...although most of it will end up in daddy's alimentary canal.<br />
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~SP<br />
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P.S. Yes, I counted the number of "L"s in "wonderful". It was exact. =P<br />
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P.P.S. Can't wait to see you too, dopey.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-14442890976889658262011-06-29T22:35:00.001+08:002011-06-29T22:40:13.288+08:00Big girls don't cry.So a few people have been asking me what I want for turning seventeen next week.<br />
<br />
Hmm, I don't know, really. Honestly, I want...to not turn seventeen. <br />
<br />
Originally, I think my mental wishlist was as long as the red carpet that <strike>Amelia and Jasvin worked on together <em>alone </em>for ten hours</strike> magically appeared during Hari Guru 2011.<br />
<br />
But.<br />
<br />
I don't know what's gotten into me lately.<br />
<br />
Is it possible to be so lethargic, yet so motivated? <br />
<br />
So estatic, yet so depressed?<br />
<br />
Wide awake, yet so <em>tired</em>?<br />
<br />
So relaxed. Yet so tensed.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Its like the calm before the storm.</span><br />
<br />
I don't believe in turning back time, or changing the past, but there are these rare moments of reflection when I really wish I could go back to... kindergarten. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Of all places. =.="</span> When things were a lot simpler than they are now.<br />
<br />
Anyway, back to the present.<br />
<br />
I decided to give myself the best birthday present ever. <br />
<br />
<strong>24 hours of sleep from sunday 00:00 till monday 00:00.</strong><br />
<br />
<em>Isn't that like awesome?</em><br />
<br />
But then my mum shot down the whole idea and insisted we go out for the usual family dinner and then Xiao asked me to hang out with her.<br />
<br />
So yeah my sleeping plans are ruined.<br />
<br />
But its okay. <br />
<br />
Oh yeah. My wishlist.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;">Macbook Pro</span>, <span style="color: blue;">IPhone 4,</span> and as LipopLeow reminded me today...a <span style="color: #660000;">dark mahogany mare</span>. <br />
<br />
In no particular order.<br />
<br />
But then Leowlipop had to very tactlessly remind me that all of the above is virtually impossible, especially since the last one has a seven digit price tag.<br />
<br />
And truth is, I don't even remember why I want those things anymore. So...insignificant.<br />
<br />
Lately, everything seems a lot less important.<br />
<br />
I wonder why.<br />
<br />
So if you peeps are just dying to get me something for 3rd July, you can buy me lunch. <br />
<br />
Who says there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world?<br />
<br />
Let's prove the world wrong.<br />
<br />
~SP<br />
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P.S. I can't make you understand what you <em>just don't understand</em>.<br />
<br />
P.P.S. Anyone wanna help me write a 750 word long essay? <br />
<br />
P.P.P.S. Anyone at all? T_T<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">Just praying to a God that I still believe in</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">I'm falling to pieces.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">They say bad things happen for a reason.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">I'm falling to pieces.</span>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-26123976800074162792011-06-13T22:56:00.000+08:002011-06-13T22:56:03.729+08:00CongratulationsI don't know which was worse. My own disappointment, or the look on your face. <br />
<br />
I feel like I let you...<em>us</em>...down.<br />
<br />
Yeah, this sucks.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I can't express myself. That's the problem.</span>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-70583052558047503542011-06-07T23:35:00.001+08:002011-06-07T23:37:18.022+08:00Fighting inertiaI have been sleeping early and waking up early.<br />
I have been doing my homework.<br />
I have not been scolded by my parents for <strike>abusing</strike> overusing the internet.<br />
I have no life.<br />
<br />
Let me explain.<br />
<br />
I have been sleeping early <em>in the morning</em> and waking up early <em>in the afternoon</em>.<br />
<br />
I have been doing my homework <em>but that stupid pile has not gone down</em>. Its like trying to shrink Mt. Everest to freaking Kinabalu. <br />
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I have not been scolded by my parents for overusing the internet <em>because I've been using it at unearthly hours</em>. Like when they sleep. XD Seriously, I don't <em>touch</em> the internet during the day. =O<br />
<br />
I have no life. No explanation needed.<br />
<br />
The cons of developing an abnormal bedtime cycle.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">*12:00pm approx*</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">you: go to the toilet and wash your face</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">me: yes, going now..</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">*10 seconds later*</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">you: </span></span></span><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">you're still lying on your bed right?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Maiandra GD; font-size: x-small;">me: yea T_T</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">I can't sleep</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> when I'm awake. I can't wake up when I'm asleep.</span><br />
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Its like...like...inertia.<br />
<br />
I hate physics!<br />
<br />
~SP<br />
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P.S. <em>Siapa nak pergi MTV World Stage?</em><br />
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P.P.S. I hate boxes. T_T<br />
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P.P.P.S. Boxes can go to **** seriously.<br />
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P.P.P.P.S. Nah, just kidding. =P<br />
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Edit: Blogger just screwed up all my fonts. Too lazy to edit it again. Use highlight.<br />
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Or just don't read.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-32246941868730890732011-06-04T02:12:00.000+08:002011-06-04T02:12:09.160+08:00Counting sheep.I'm sleep deprived.<br />
<br />
ZzZzzzZ.<br />
<br />
Because I've been sleeping at 5...6...for the past few days. AM, btw. That's like...an hour before sunrise.<br />
<br />
Stupid horror movie. After watching Insidious, I stalked James Wan on wikipedia and read through all 7 plots of SAW. And then I went through every single thing on the Insidious film website.<br />
<br />
Hence my sleep deprived condition.<br />
<br />
I'm dying to watch SAW.<br />
<br />
But I think I'll die from lack of sleep if I do...so maybe its better to hold off for awhile. Until like after SPM when I'm actually<em> allowed</em> to die.<br />
<br />
SucksPM. So true. This is too good not to share. No, I didn't invent this awesome word. Credit goes to someone who is a lot less awesome than I am. <br />
<br />
Gotta catch some shut eye. <br />
<br />
~SP<br />
<br />
P.S. Rule no. 209<br />
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P.P.S. My =O levels are a whole lot more epic.<br />
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P.P.P.S. I don't think I can sleep tonight...Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-44245975861682280122011-06-01T22:40:00.001+08:002011-06-01T22:41:29.341+08:00I just realised I forgot to say...Lets see, we bumped into Christie, Xiao, Gwen, Eevonne, Ben, Dylan, Ivan, a few other people whose names I don't remember and a whole lot of ex-SBSians whom I didn't even recognise.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">In no particular order.</span><br />
<br />
Its a small world after all.<br />
<br />
And in that small world, everybody flocks to Pavilion. <br />
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Stupid poster is in French or something.<br />
<br />
Anyway it says "from the creators of SAW & Paranormal Activity... INSIDIOUS". (no I can't read french. its common sense.)<br />
<br />
So worth watching. So, so, so, SO worth it. For several reasons.<br />
<br />
1. Scared the crap out of me.<br />
2. Its from the makers of SAW.<br />
3. Scared the crap out of Hazman.<br />
4. Its from the makers of Paranormal Activity.<br />
5. Scared the crap out of Siew Yan. <br />
<br />
Quote her. "<em>Vicki, can you teman me to the toilet????? I need to...etc.." </em><br />
Yes, that was after Insidious. Her badass reputation is gone. ^^<br />
<br />
In her defence, the movie was really terrifying. It wasn't as scary as I expected it to be, but it sure as hell frightened the...hell out of me. Although I wasn't really terrified. <br />
<br />
I mean, the movie was scary, but I didn't really feel the full scare effects...am I making sense...?<br />
<br />
Moral of the story... <span style="color: red;"><strong>don't take photographs & don't go to sleep</strong></span>. T_T both of which I love doing. No sleep, no life. T.T Literally.<br />
<br />
Anyone looking for a good scare should check this ou- ohh, why am I even saying this when I know for a fact that most of the people who read my blog don't watch horror movies?<br />
<br />
I shall go torment somebody now with my inability to sleep after watching such movies. XD<br />
<br />
~SP<br />
<br />
P.S. I didn't scream...I yelped. There's a difference. Big, big difference. Go google it. X)<br />
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P.P.S. I wanted to but I can't yet and anyway eventually I will.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> The wait forever part was a joke. =P</span><br />
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P.P.P.S. And when you said that, all I wanted to do was burst into tears and cry.<br />
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P.P.P.P.S. ...thank you. =)Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-48680372580634397782011-05-30T15:10:00.000+08:002011-05-30T15:10:23.658+08:00Trials & tribulationsWe won...Nationals!!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(without going through Sectionals & Regionals)</span><br />
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Congrats, SMKSBS's choral speaking team! =) You have officially beaten your arch-nemesis/next door neighbour. <br />
<br />
<br />
*CLAP CLAP*<br />
<br />
Bye.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-15301295479870911772011-05-28T00:42:00.001+08:002011-05-28T00:46:03.648+08:00Overdrive.I found this kinda...sort of...interesting (???) <a href="http://therulesofagentleman.tumblr.com/">website</a> from Xiao's blog. There goes...90 minutes of my life.<br />
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Six<br />
Seven<br />
Twelve<br />
Thirteen. (No, I'm not being sexist. It just...just...is.)<br />
Fourteen<br />
Eighteen<br />
Twenty eight. (Sorry...won't happen again XD)<br />
Twenty nine<br />
Fifty five<br />
Fifty seven. (except that last one XD)<br />
Sixty one<br />
Seventy three<br />
SEVENTY SIX<br />
Eighty two<br />
Eighty four.......<br />
Eighty five<br />
Eighty six<br />
Eighty...seven. xD<br />
Ninety one<br />
Hundred...?<br />
Hundred and thirteen<br />
Hundred and nineteen<br />
Hundred and twenty<br />
Hundred and twenty...haha...six.<br />
Hundred and thirty...six<br />
Hundred and thirty... >.< ...nine.<br />
Hundred and forty.<br />
Hundred and forty two<br />
Hundred and forty three. XD<br />
Hundred and fifty<br />
Hundred and fifty one<br />
Hundred and fifty two<br />
Hundred and fifty three<br />
Hundred and fifty five<br />
Hundred and fifty six<br />
Hundred and seventy five<br />
Hundred and seventy nine<br />
Hundred and eighty two. 280511<br />
<em>Hundred and eighty six</em><br />
Hundred and eighty eight<br />
Hundred and eighty nine<br />
Hundred and ninety four<br />
Two hundred and two<br />
<br />
Hundred and eighty eight<br />
<strong>Hundred and eighty eight</strong><br />
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188<br />
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No. 188<br />
<br />
Rule No. 188<br />
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So don't say it, because you don't know it yet. <br />
<br />
Unless you do.<br />
<br />
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<br />
And if you're wondering, well, that's why I don't, because I want to mean it when I do.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-20505193498403593962011-05-27T22:47:00.001+08:002011-05-27T22:51:29.412+08:00All you're ever gonna be is MEAN.<em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Maybe if you weren't so critical all the time...</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">...people wouldn't think twice about telling you stuff.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>--Christie Chua</strong> <strike>(unless you plagiarised it)</strike></span><br />
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Yes, this is a <a href="http://thecutedolphin.blogspot.com/">http://thecutedolphin.blogspot.com/</a> tribute. You're <em>so</em> inspiring, short stuff. <br />
<br />
Can I just copy & paste her <a href="http://thecutedolphin.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean.html">post</a> here?<br />
<br />
Sometimes I think they made our brains with the same formula...except mine's a little smaller than yours.<br />
<br />
So many things has happened since I last blogged...where to start, where to start?<br />
<br />
I'm too <strike>lazy</strike> busy to blog nowadays.<br />
<br />
That includes today. Bye.<br />
<br />
~SP<br />
<br />
P.S. Drink green tea everyday, short. Its what I do...and I haven't been sick since. I'm not sure which one is the magical part though...the "green" or the "tea". Hmm.<br />
<br />
P.P.S. You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me<br />
You, have pointed out all my flaws again... <strong>AS IF I DON'T ALREADY SEE THEM</strong>.<br />
<br />
P.P.P.S It feels like global warming, literally...and metaphorically. =P<br />
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<span style="color: yellow;">P.P.P.P.S.</span> <span style="color: yellow;">So hawt~ XD</span>Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-87698803813818171812011-05-01T10:37:00.000+08:002011-05-01T10:37:50.589+08:00Bumble beeI took the monorail yesterday all the way to Titiwangsa and back.<br />
<br />
Just for the heck of it.<br />
<br />
It was kinda <strike>fun</strike> dumb though.<br />
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<br />
In my defense, it wasn't my idea at all! =O<br />
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P.S. Friday was perfection. ^^Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-1464097397698583342011-04-25T20:08:00.000+08:002011-04-25T20:08:34.815+08:00Chocolate cookies ^^Just reminding someone to gimme her blogspot address so I can link her. ^.^<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Reminder to myself:<br />
<br />
1. Blogs are very public.<br />
<br />
2. Anyone can read this.<br />
<br />
3. Watch what you say here, Vicki. XD<br />
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<br />
~Smarteepants.<br />
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P.S. Yes, yes, I'm suppose to be studying T.T but my dad's computer was on and it was just so tempting to take a break and-<br />
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EXCUSES. T_T At least I'm good at something. <br />
<br />
Bye, peeps. =)<br />
<br />
Hello, bio. =(Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-67609032571561545052011-04-24T15:26:00.002+08:002011-04-24T15:42:56.734+08:00You are the only exception.I just watched <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSdELZxEnHY">Wong Fu Productions - Strangers, Again</a><br />
<br />
Kinda true, and <strike>the girl is kinda pretty</strike> very meaningful. =)<br />
<br />
Which reminds me.<br />
<br />
Sometimes I wonder if you really mean what you say. 'Cause its like you say one thing, and then you say another thing to another person which doesn't really coincide with what you say to me. <br />
<br />
I guess <em>people never say what they will eventually mean</em>.<br />
<br />
Or maybe its just you and your habit of saying the right thing at the right time.<br />
<br />
Hmm, whatever. It doesn't make a difference anymore. ^.^<br />
<br />
And wow, I just realised I say that all the time in reference to you, but this is the first time I actually really mean it. O.O LAWL.<br />
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Dopey & her better half are arriving on Friday!<br />
<br />
I miss her so much. T_T <br />
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Can't wait for Friday.<br />
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Rebecca Black's voice is annoying.<br />
<br />
~Smarteepants.<br />
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P.S.<br />
<em><strong><span style="color: red;">I used to know</span></strong> my place was a spot next to<strong> <span style="color: red;">you</span></strong></em><br />
<em><span style="color: red;"><strong>Now</strong> </span>I'm searching the room for an empty seat<br />
'Cause lately<strong> <span style="color: red;">I don't</span></strong> even<strong> </strong>know what page you're on</em><br />
<br />
<em>Oh, <strong><span style="color: red;">a simple</span></strong> complication<br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Miscommunication</span></strong>s </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">lead to fall outs</span></strong></em><br />
<em>So many things that I wish you knew<br />
So many walls up I can't break through</em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">Now I'm standing</span></strong> alone </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">in a crowded room</span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: red;">And </span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">we're not speaking</span></strong></em><br />
<em>And </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">I'm dying to know </span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: red;">Is it killing you</span></strong> <span style="color: white;"><strong><span style="color: red;">like it's killing</span> </strong></span><span style="color: red;"><strong>me?</strong></span></em><br />
<em>I don't know what to say<br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Since</span> </strong>a twist of fate when <strong><span style="color: red;">it all broke down</span></strong></em><br />
<em>And <strong><span style="color: red;">the story of us looks</span></strong> a lot <strong><span style="color: red;">like a tragedy now</span></strong></em><br />
<br />
<em><strong><span style="color: red;">How'd we end up this way?</span></strong></em><br />
<em>See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy<br />
And you're doing your best to avoid me<br />
<br />
Why are we pretending this is nothing?<br />
I'd tell you<span style="color: red;"> <strong>I miss you</strong></span> but I don't know how<br />
I've never heard silence quite this loud</em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">This is</span></strong> looking like </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">a contest</span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: red;">Of who can</span></strong> act like they </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">care less</span></strong></em><br />
<em>But </em><em><strong><span style="color: red;">I liked it better when you were on my side</span></strong></em><br />
<em>The battle's in your hands <span style="color: red;"><strong>now</strong></span></em><br />
<em>But <span style="color: red;"><strong>I </strong></span>would <span style="color: red;"><strong>lay my armor down</strong></span></em><br />
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Hey girl, what happened to us?<br />
<br />
Don't pretend you don't know that I still miss you sometimes.<br />
<br />
Wishful thinking.<br />
<br />
Silly me.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-27949663919289503742011-04-19T21:29:00.000+08:002011-04-19T21:29:06.654+08:00Drugs.I can't believe IU day is over already. After 3 months of watching the people who sit behind me die from the pressure...its finally <em>over</em>. <br />
<br />
And I thought I'd develop Airplanes phobia (no that wasn't a grammatical error) that I'd chuck both the song and the instrumental in the recycle bin after Saturday... but hmm, apparently not. Its still on my playlist, surprisingly. ^.^<br />
<br />
Gwen & Jiun are becoming normal again. =D (THEIR kind of normal lah. =S)<br />
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I ate 2 pills this morning. <br />
<br />
I fell asleep in the car on the way to school. I fell asleep during assembly. I fell asleep in between Chem & +Math. I fell asleep after +Math. I fell asleep during the end of pendidikan-supposedly-moral. I fell asleep the moment I got into the car after school.<br />
<br />
And in between falling asleep, I was basically in a daze. Blurrrrr~ It was amazing how I managed to keep track of whatever conversations I had today. (which I have now forgotten >.<)<br />
<br />
Everything was so shiny & sparkly today. Black & whites were duller, coloured hues intensified. And time passed so quickly...and yet so slowly.<br />
<br />
The effects wore off after school, but I just took another 2 pills...and I swear either something's wrong with my eyesight or everything that has colour suddenly has doubled intensity.<br />
<br />
Stupid medication.<br />
<br />
~Smartee Pants<br />
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P.S. My brain's so muddled now...I can't be held accountable for anything I say...<br />
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______________________<br />
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Edit: Sheesh, its antibiotics, not ecstasy pills!Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-54911205599813242482011-04-14T19:34:00.000+08:002011-04-14T19:34:07.060+08:00Heels so highEveryone is stressed out about everything.<br />
<br />
Sometimes it feels like I'm the only normal person in the world. <br />
<br />
But since approximately 20 people imply that I'm abnormal everyday, I guess that's not the case. >.<<br />
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SBS's International Understanding Day is in another 40 hours.<br />
<br />
I still haven't memorised the lyrics to Price Tag. And I still keep screwing up my parts (What's wrong with me? =O). Sigh, if I mess up this performance, I know Benjamin Tan will kill me...<br />
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...or not. XD<br />
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~Smarteepants<br />
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P.S. I forgot to buy your shades! Crap!<br />
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P.P.S. I'm hungry.Smartee Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465462430897132454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279601296147309903.post-37480954657752890892011-04-12T19:33:00.000+08:002011-04-12T19:33:13.967+08:00So am I =)What I wanted to say but didn't know how to was... thank you for letting me go.<br />
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