<?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-35296331</id><updated>2011-12-06T22:20:52.271+08:00</updated><category term='Piercings'/><category term='Body Decor'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Harry Potter RPG'/><category term='Harry Potter Site'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Primitive Art'/><title type='text'>~So Dead Perfect~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8774610052724116285</id><published>2011-06-03T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:36:04.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.</title><content type='html'>I guess I thought more about this today than I should but I gotta write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret anything. Good or bad, I like it all for it made me the person I am today. I may be contented and grateful with and for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Every experience has helped me think more. I've seen more of the world and I've learnt to be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Every experience makes the fall less painful. Every scar makes the flesh hurt less. Though people might hate you and never talk to you again, it is worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz society is going to shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't take the chance now, you're gonna hurt like hell in the future. Better to accomplish everything life has to offer now than wait in belief and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the break up and everything that came with it. I am grateful for the chance to be single again. I feel like I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a chance to see the world - To experience things I've never did. To meet new people I've never met. To succeed in things I've never succeeded in before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only live once - You have to get your emotions out of the way to catch up with the rest of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8774610052724116285?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8774610052724116285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8774610052724116285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8774610052724116285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8774610052724116285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7574603731219364895</id><published>2011-06-02T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:48:45.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;For the first time in a long time, I'm truly happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7574603731219364895?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7574603731219364895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7574603731219364895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7574603731219364895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7574603731219364895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/06/truly-happy.html' title='Truly happy.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2603556682792126447</id><published>2011-05-28T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:26:50.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No lifer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;I need a boyfriend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I could be out partying tonight but nooooooooooooooo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2603556682792126447?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2603556682792126447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2603556682792126447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2603556682792126447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2603556682792126447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-lifer.html' title='No lifer.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7652765919273933633</id><published>2011-05-11T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:43:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32iXxrJmUUU/TcpMF6jULGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tmEdDWC_SX4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32iXxrJmUUU/TcpMF6jULGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tmEdDWC_SX4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605376350716439650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest and, probably, only worry after having broken up with you is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I probably would be ostracized from the guild in World of Warcraft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. No more calls to join raids, no more dungeons, no more outings with the guild. Thing is I really like the guild, what with the achievements and progress. However, breaking up with you is probably gonna hinder my personal progress in WoW, as the guildies are your friends, not mine. You've already painted an unfavorable picture of me for them, I assume. &lt;i&gt;They've already deleted and blocked me from Facebook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, to the world, I'm actually pretty upset over this. World of Warcraft. Snigger. (Don't criticize.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how it goes then. Perhaps I would have already been booted out of the guild. Then I'd have to move on to another guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7652765919273933633?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7652765919273933633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7652765919273933633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7652765919273933633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7652765919273933633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-greatest-worry.html' title='My greatest worry.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32iXxrJmUUU/TcpMF6jULGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tmEdDWC_SX4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-6136365984359439439</id><published>2011-05-10T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:21:10.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I shouldn't hurt when I see you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of myself and the people around me, I hope I won't have to remember everything and anything I have ever done with you in the past. People tell me to keep the good memories and get rid of the bad - &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the good memories were a &lt;b&gt;farce&lt;/b&gt;. They weren't even &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;. After all, when you've been lying to me for a good one year plus, there is nothing else much to say. Like I've mentioned before, the person I fell for isn't really you. It was an imaginary character you decided to brew up in order to win me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm &lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;fucking happy without you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I met new people, I made new friends, I get more compliments than ever. I'm doing &lt;b&gt;exceptionally well&lt;/b&gt; in my school, like never before - Striking teachers as highly intelligent with great potential to go far in life. &lt;i&gt;Something you wish you possessed, no doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All these changes right after I left you. Yes, you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have always told me to leave you for you clearly were not deserving of somebody like me. I shut an eye to your lack of academic talent. You didn't know what you wanted to do in life. &lt;b&gt;You loved to blame things on the government.&lt;/b&gt; And that is something I never liked for it plainly shows how pathetic a person is, but I accepted you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;And even after showing me just what you wanted to do in life (nothing), you decide to hurt me. &lt;b&gt;For a time span of one year plus.&lt;/b&gt; It's like I'm the one with the bloody bright future, I bring the dough home, and you sit around, thinking of various ways to hurt a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when I'm already nursing a sore wound, you decide to rub shit into my cuts and piss on my face. And get mad at me when I get upset.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing how after I broke up with you, old friends came back to tell me, "Ahh, he didn't deserve you anyway." They said, "It's his loss for losing a pretty girl like you." They said, "Go out and meet someone who's actually _____(insert positive adjective)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You seriously never knew that I was one of the best girlfriends you could ever find?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honest; I am faithful; I am tolerant; I am understanding; I listened to you and didn't do stuff you didn't want me to do; I cut off social connections you disliked; I never went anywhere that would make you uncomfortable; I fought for our relationship; I took time to do sweet stuff for you; I have a bright future; I'm not like those stupid, run-of-the-mill bimbos you see nowadays. There are many other qualities I possess &lt;b&gt;which you would never touch again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my self-confidence right after I got together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, ladies and gentleman, the guy decided that I wasn't good enough for him because &lt;b&gt;I didn't feel uncomfortable wearing tank tops/ sports bras/ hot shorts for him. Also, because I didn't do stripteases for him.&lt;/b&gt; He said, "If you really loved me, you would have _____(insert whatever here)." He didn't say it outright, of course, (because he loved me the way I was), but instead did things to get the message across.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not really. He had to wait for me to find out stuff. &lt;b&gt;One bloody year later. Plus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry I wasn't a slut. Apparently you're a huge fan of sluts. After all, you got pretty acquainted with one before, yes?&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm being slightly sarcastic, but who gives a flip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "relationship" begun spiraling downward just a few days (weeks maybe?) after I said 'yes'. Truth is, you begun lying to me even &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt; we got together. Like I said, I forgave you time and time again. Could you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I never hurt you before. Never. The entire relationship.&lt;/b&gt; Perhaps just once or twice, due to minor issues, and you got over them within a day. &lt;b&gt;I was on the losing end of the deal. What a sucker, me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;he was my first boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know where you could find a better girl than me. &lt;b&gt;Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;Could you believe all this?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6136365984359439439?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6136365984359439439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6136365984359439439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6136365984359439439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6136365984359439439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shouldnt-hurt.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t hurt.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3482711301952206686</id><published>2011-05-10T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:22:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Billion Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;If you ever find yourself in love with two people, always go with the second one.If you were really, truly, undeniably in love with the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about it that way. Hurts too much though, if you were on the losing end. You would have thought he or she would fight for your love and stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;After everything. I still love him. After the fights, the broken promises, and the broken hearts. I still love him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things went back to how they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what love is? Love was me forgiving you time and time again. Love was me saying 'No more', yet giving you another chance the next time. Love was me holding you and weeping as you hurt me. Love was me crying every night and praying things would get better. Love was me putting up with your lies. Love was me imagining our future. Love was me hoping that one day, God would sort it all out. Love was me hoping that one day, you would appreciate the things I've done for you. Love was me wanting to be your only one. Love wasn't about what you bought for me, or the money spent on me. Love was supposed to be about the simple things you did. The lies, the things you hid from me, the hurt you caused me, made everything disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I stayed because I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last straw and I'm happy to be free now. Now, I know that one day, somebody would love me, truly and deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With all the truth he can muster from the very soul of his heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3482711301952206686?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3482711301952206686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3482711301952206686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3482711301952206686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3482711301952206686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-billion-secrets.html' title='Six Billion Secrets'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1853534409273597578</id><published>2011-05-09T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:57:24.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend.</title><content type='html'>I went out today!! Like finally, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met Aloysius at Ion (where he initially got lost while trying to find me). Headed toward Cathay and had a few rounds of pool. He helped me improve my sucky pool skills. Though still mediocre, Aloy helped me loads, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Kofu for drinks, then off to Bugis!! (For shisha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like what, half a year since my last shisha session? I think. Perhaps less. Ordered Strawberry and it tasted more like Apple. Well in short, the waterpipe was great today. I managed to get pretty stoned ahaha!! Lightheaded with a slight headache after inhaling repeatedly while chatting away with Aloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good company, this fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parted ways round 7.15pm and I headed home for dinner!! Homemade aglio olio is pretty delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shisha, but this smoking is taking it's toll on my skin, or so I think. Other factors probably count too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;My ex-lover stole my youth away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Today was great!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1853534409273597578?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1853534409273597578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1853534409273597578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1853534409273597578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1853534409273597578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-friend.html' title='New Friend.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4170432672430634423</id><published>2011-05-08T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:41:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love With Judas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I'm In Love With Judas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4170432672430634423?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4170432672430634423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4170432672430634423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4170432672430634423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4170432672430634423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-love-with-judas.html' title='I&apos;m In Love With Judas'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4219743758414818294</id><published>2011-05-06T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:26:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>He's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to believe that he had died, even though he still physically exists.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that.. He just physically exists. Just.&lt;br /&gt;The person I fell for never really lived at all. &lt;i&gt;He was just an imagination.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, but I guess we all have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should just delete all the old posts with him in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or perhaps keep them as memories of what we once had.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll decide some other time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was I not good enough? You said I was.&lt;br /&gt;I know I was better than you should have deserved.&lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything but you broke my trust.&lt;br /&gt;You robbed me of my love and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;You cheated me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else would appreciate me. I'm no longer yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4219743758414818294?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4219743758414818294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4219743758414818294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4219743758414818294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4219743758414818294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8099056844290822764</id><published>2010-09-21T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:31:02.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for an email so I can do my Written Report.. Which is due on Thursday. So while I'm waiting, I shall write a little here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good relationship partner?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at myself, I fail to see anything that would make me a good partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty enough, let alone beautiful, and that is the first thing guys look out for. People tell me I am, and strangers act interested in me and all.. But looking around, and looking into the mirror, I can't help but wonder what exactly it is they look at when they look at me. Perhaps they see me as a desperate girl who would be willing to give them what they want- Sex? I compare myself to other girls all the time. Every part and every aspect. I am never contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not uber smart or intelligent. People may think I am or believe that I am, but I see myself as an average kid. If I were, I would have made it into the news by now. Thing is I'm just some unknown whom nobody bothers about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interesting enough. My social life had wasted away over the past years. Sometimes, I cannot find anything else to talk about other than school. I can't go out because I am grounded. My social relationships slowly wilt when I find myself being withdrawn from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an emotional wreak. I cry a lot. I rarely feel happy. I feel lonely most of the time. I'm never satisfied. I lack the ability to feel love or to love with all of myself for I am afraid to get hurt. I'm paranoid. I don't want to live a lie.&lt;br /&gt;The quote "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"- I'd rather never have loved at all. I'm difficult to understand. I frustrate people. I hurt people because I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to want?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8099056844290822764?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8099056844290822764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8099056844290822764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8099056844290822764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8099056844290822764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-198819559600624785?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/198819559600624785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=198819559600624785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/198819559600624785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/198819559600624785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 1: Awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She awoke to the stream of sunshine seeping through the curtains. Perhaps sunshine was too strong a word. Perhaps light would just suffice. &lt;br /&gt;Little lively flecks of dust skated gracefully in that beam of light. Yellow? Not really. More dull than one sees in happy commercials on the television screen.&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed, she tilted her head ever so slightly, catching a glimpse of her sleeping husband next to her. She smiles and lifts a hand, only to caress the side of his face, feeling the stubble. She snuggled closer to him and buries her nose in his musky scent – A smell so distinct and familiar, for she had awoken to the same scent for years. ‘Years that seem more like mere minutes,’ thought she. Familiar yet so foreign. As if she had forgot the scent.&lt;br /&gt;She cuddled next to him and placed her arms around his torso.&lt;br /&gt;Her supple body lay next to his, and a finger traced a scar – a souvenir from years ago. Resting her head on his chest, she again smiles. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. His heart beat slow, evenly; with the regularity of a soldier’s march. Perhaps at a solemn state event. She breathed in and sighed, not because she was tired, but because she found beauty in listening to her loved one’s beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it was her own heart; for many a time had he proudly proclaimed that he had given her his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tilting her head up again, but more this time, she studies his features. As if from memory, he had a strong nose, with a slight dent in the middle. Not straight, slightly crooked but she had always loved it. His lips were not too thin, though they always seemed to either curve up into a small smile or down into a disapproving frown whenever he wasn’t portraying any particular expression. Today, he was wearing a little smile, like a child having a good dream.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were still closed. ‘Seeing the views of a dreamer,’ she thinks to herself and brushes her fingers through his thick black hair. How fond she was of her husband – He was like a child to her. Her own child; a precious baby boy she wanted to hold on and love forever.&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to disturb the peaceful dreamer, she slid out of bed slowly and quietly, and tip-toed to the window.&lt;br /&gt;Peeking though the slit of the curtain, she absorbed the beautiful morning. It was a little foggy, but what can a little fog do to such a luscious spring morning? Down at the streets below, she could see two, no, three children running, with a puppy running alongside one of them. They were laughing and clearly having fun, as children ought to have. Across the street, she could see a maiden walking out with a basket, and a couple other women having a leisurely stroll along the grey, cobbled walkway.&lt;br /&gt;‘How picturesque,’ she said in her mind, in a rather curious tone. Perhaps the scene was too perfect. If only Monet could have seen it. It was art brought to life. It was water colours of a sweetly mellow painting animated.&lt;br /&gt;She turned away and looked at her sleeping husband. “It is a wonderful morning today darling.” A slow deep exhalation of air from the man seemed to agree with her statement.&lt;br /&gt;She turned back and the Sun illuminated her fair face. She was the classic example of a pretty young lady. Neither too mature nor elegant enough to be labelled ‘gorgeous’ but she certainly was pretty enough. Wide inquisitive eyes, and an expressive mouth, now smiling yet again to herself while taking in the beautiful scene of the town.&lt;br /&gt;“It is a beautiful day,” she said aloud to reaffirm it, before placing the drapes back down and going back to bed to snuggle more with her other half.&lt;br /&gt;She slides her body close to him and rests her head once again on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;An unexplainable wave of sadness washed over her and we notice a small worrying crease on her forehead. “Why do I feel sad?”&lt;br /&gt;She shakes it off for the moment. She kisses her husband on his lips, brushes through his hair again with her fingers and whispers to him. “I Love You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she decided, it was time to go back to being awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too perfect to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a spring morning, with the dust still waltzing in the ray of light, an old woman is curled up on her side, hugging close to her a feather filled pillow, and perhaps, we see a glisten fall from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we shouldn’t awake the peaceful dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Kimmii Kamikaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rosemarycompany.com/media/LoveNeverFadesMemorialSteppingStone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 564px; height: 388px;" src="http://www.rosemarycompany.com/media/LoveNeverFadesMemorialSteppingStone1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8548762591918772310?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8548762591918772310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8548762591918772310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8548762591918772310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8548762591918772310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-1-awake.html' title='Chapter 1: Awake'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5084487957180297326</id><published>2010-05-16T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:07:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th May 2010 in Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bfGF1iwI/AAAAAAAAALI/LlkpBhp6VZo/s1600/DSC_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bfGF1iwI/AAAAAAAAALI/LlkpBhp6VZo/s400/DSC_0084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551924559252226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bfrvhzZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ahVmtY0Do1Q/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bfrvhzZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ahVmtY0Do1Q/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551934666231186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bgZuDSuI/AAAAAAAAALg/STLMNPZio6Q/s1600/DSC_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bgZuDSuI/AAAAAAAAALg/STLMNPZio6Q/s400/DSC_0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551947008068322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7cll1xy7I/AAAAAAAAALw/1iFxQBeP-PI/s1600/DSC_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7cll1xy7I/AAAAAAAAALw/1iFxQBeP-PI/s400/DSC_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471553135672675250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7cl-oHcqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4dQ4VxkHt34/s1600/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7cl-oHcqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4dQ4VxkHt34/s400/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471553142326260386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5084487957180297326?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5084487957180297326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5084487957180297326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5084487957180297326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5084487957180297326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/05/15th-may-2010-in-pictures.html' title='15th May 2010 in Pictures.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/S-7bfGF1iwI/AAAAAAAAALI/LlkpBhp6VZo/s72-c/DSC_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-5188048215008007684</id><published>2010-04-04T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:06:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;And there really isn't much to say except&lt;br /&gt;I love Paul Thian to death.&lt;br /&gt;And that this is only a beginning;&lt;br /&gt;Not a new chapter but&lt;br /&gt;A new book.&lt;br /&gt;We've just started the prologue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5188048215008007684?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5188048215008007684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5188048215008007684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5188048215008007684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5188048215008007684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-much-to-say.html' title='Nothing Much To Say'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3149040505569832021</id><published>2010-03-17T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:28:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;Boy you make my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is going to last&lt;br /&gt;When were together it feels so right &lt;br /&gt;You are the only one I think of at night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling so fast I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just need time to catch me before I hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people :))&lt;br /&gt;The one week March holidays started off with a really pleasant Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire Saturday with Paul, from morning when he &lt;i&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/i&gt; turned up at my doorstep around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went down to a nearby coffee shop for breakfast, then headed back up for some study. Didn't manage to do much that day though. Perhaps, once again, it's due to the environment and the anticipation for where we were going to go and all later.&lt;br /&gt;Left the house when my dad and sister came home, and headed to Bugis to catch 'Being Human'. Quite a nice movie, I love local flicks.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we travelled to Katong for church. After the mass, which ended at 7pm, took a long hike to the East Coast Park foodcourt. It was a really long walk there hahaha. Didn't have any seats, so had to pack our food and sit at some low seawall.&lt;br /&gt;There was a cockroach there so we shifted spots.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner done, time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant, beautiful day :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and Monday were pretty much non-events, except that I brought my sister out for a movie on Sunday in the evening. "Alice in Wonderland" is a nice film. Rather meaningful if you look deeper into it :)) Wouldn't mind catching it with anybody anytime again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, had school in the morning. I thought the workshop started at 12pm instead of 1pm so I ended up in school one hour early. The workshop was supposed to end at 3pm but it got dragged well over that stated time until 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Sara at Parkway at 4pm!! Yea well, due to that hold up, she had to wait for me to turn up for about an hour or so. (Sorry!!)&lt;br /&gt;Paul arrived soon after me.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to East Coast Park, cycled for a few moments before going over to the old snowice shop :)) Finally got to satisfy our snowice craving hahaha. Went for dinner at Pastamania after that and went home shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the rest of this week is pretty much dulled due to school activities. I've a project to finish tomorrow, CCA training on Thursday and a shooting competition on Friday. But thankfully training ends in the afternoon on Thursday so I'm heading out to Dempsey Hill with Sara for some lavish time before spending time with Paul in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Not really anticipating Friday though. I don't want to go for the competition!!&lt;br /&gt;There's a class reunion on Saturday, so looking forward to that one :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, better turn in now lest it affects my mood for tomorrow's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Kimmii xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3149040505569832021?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3149040505569832021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3149040505569832021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3149040505569832021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3149040505569832021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/elation.html' title='Elation.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-6910977050374539281</id><published>2010-03-10T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:31:50.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Had dinner with my dear beloved Paul and his Mum yesterday at CHIJMES.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time meeting his mum, but I guess it turned out more than just well in the end :))&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to be there in the restaurant with both of them - I didn't have to worry about anything then and it was utter bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Quite simply put, dinner and the company was wonderful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Paul Thian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Him Shitloads.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One, Just one night in Rio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6910977050374539281?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6910977050374539281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6910977050374539281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6910977050374539281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6910977050374539281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1527071732569603171</id><published>2010-03-05T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:32:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting of Ways.. For Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Don't forget.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's nice not to know the truth. Sometimes, lies are what we use to enable yourselves to get through life without much pain and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we want to know the truth, even when it hurts real bad. Sometimes we ignore and stop asking questions because deep down, we know that we won't wanna hear what the other party has got to say and we don't wanna feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, the truth unravels by itself and we find ourselves lost, lonely and paranoid - Not knowing what to do. To move forward, accepting the truth, or to move forward leaving the truth as it is and never wanting to face it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you feel unsure. Sometimes, you feel ready to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think you're getting better, you're healing and something comes along to hit you back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, lovers part ways mutually, with a handshake and perhaps one last kiss or hug. Then they say goodbye with smiles on their faces, contented with the fact that they have once loved each other and it was time to part when the fire burns out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one half of a relationship loses love and he or she must shatter the heart of the other whom he has once loved. She begs, cries and prays that he would turn around and come back to love her once again - To go back to how it once was in the past. But he doesn't, and it is uncertain if he remembers how it was like to love her, and the good times they shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sometimes, couples are forced to part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things are beyond our control and whether we like it or not, those are the things that would just be shoved in our faces, and we have to live each day. It isn't right for things to change just like that, for some outside factor to interfere and destroy something so rare and precious.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, what you've lost cannot ever be gotten back.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you're afraid to sleep because you don't want to wake up in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, her parents break you apart and you insist on waiting and sometimes she wonders if she's being unfair and selfish to you for making you wait for her like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things change unexpectedly and you realise that you have not appreciated and cherished all the times you had together with him. You've been thinking about so much, worrying about everything else. Being so sheltered throughout your life that you don't know how it is to love someone else like this. When you thought that you would be walking the rest of this path of life with him, things change and your hopes and dreams slowly sweep away with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the time spent with him was too short and too little.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you realise you can no longer cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, all you can do is just to hope and pray.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;Don't forget this - Please remember me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you just like how you said you would for me.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;We're being parted against our will, but I shouldn't cry as I know our hearts are still together - Nothing can ever change that.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day we find ourselves too distant, just old strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe perhaps, we realise we've moved on too far to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know we'll hold on tight and meet again in the future and this time, we won't ever let go again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget this - Please remember me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just goodbye for now; Just a short moment of farewell in the rest of our lives together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1527071732569603171?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1527071732569603171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1527071732569603171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1527071732569603171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1527071732569603171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/03/parting-of-ways-for-now.html' title='Parting of Ways.. For Now.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7265116746688735536</id><published>2010-02-27T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:24:31.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Valentine's Day, First Month (Soon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year was on the same day Sunday, and I was overseas so I couldn't spend time with dear on that day. Even if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to spend time with him either, hahaha. Anyhow, during that period, we were going through a rough patch, so I guess it wouldn't really make sense to go out with him when I'm going through an emotional slump because of the relationship. Glad we made it through the storm after I considered ending the whole relationship during that period. Gonna let the past lie, not think about the future and live each day like it should be lived. Can't meet up with him much these days due to JC, but it's alright :)) After all, absence does make the heart fonder right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the absence for too long though, so I made some limited time after school on Thursday to meet up with him for dinner at BNSS' Mcdonald's. He passed me this neat gift there :)) Was kinda taken aback - Wasn't expecting a belated Valentine's Day present out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I opened the gift at home, I wanted to kill him for splurging on me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess love really makes you think weird stuff and you know you're in love when you want to kill your other half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks dear, for the thoughtful gift. Not only did you spend money on the presents, you put in effort to package it too!! I loved what you gave me loads, though I hope you wouldn't spend so much the next time.&lt;br /&gt;And now, he's saying that what he gave me is just part one of the gift giving.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'd be able to make some time for his upcoming birthday amidst my parental boundaries and schedule :))&lt;br /&gt;Plus, our first month is coming up soon!! Even though there isn't particularly a 31st February on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;We've got so many plans and so many dreams, let's hope they'll become reality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Paul Thian to the max.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7265116746688735536?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7265116746688735536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7265116746688735536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7265116746688735536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7265116746688735536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-valentines-day-first-month-soon.html' title='First Valentine&apos;s Day, First Month (Soon)'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2579848403826846297</id><published>2010-02-04T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:18:42.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;3101201003412341 ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2579848403826846297?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2579848403826846297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2579848403826846297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2579848403826846297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2579848403826846297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-heart.html' title='Heart Heart'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1304864097916627880</id><published>2010-01-22T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:12:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;This shit is dangerous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gave my music player a makeover. Removed the shuffle cuz I wanted to showcase the first song on the list, which is the '2009 Billboard Mash-Up' by DJ Earworm. This guy is a genius. The remix features the top 25 songs of 2009, all mixed into one uber sweet package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Just listen to it!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't you find it beautiful?? Well, even if you don't, I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in this post I just wanna say: Things are rapidly happening in my life right now. I don't know if it's gonna be for the better or for the worse, but I'm enjoying it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers reader!! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1304864097916627880?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1304864097916627880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1304864097916627880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1304864097916627880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1304864097916627880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/crashing.html' title='Crashing'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-6983501380023991029</id><published>2010-01-19T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:43:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Park and Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;I have discovered my new passion which is for riding, thanks to Paul :D&lt;br /&gt;Went out with him to ride to ECP and towards the town side on Friday. He lent me his heavy downhill bike which I found rather tiring to ride the first time I did. I had wanted to ride to town but I got worn out before we exited East Coast Park. Besides, I had to get home early and riding to town would be an insane idea since I had to ride back to Paul's house to return his bike.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I didn't get any muscle aches the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my family wanted to go to East Coast Park for riding on Sunday. Rented one of the mountain bikes which is comparably lighter than Paul's downhill bike, so I could speed all the way to the town side's deadend and towards the Changi Coast side and not feel half tired.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I didn't get any muscle aches the day after, which is a good thing because yesterday, I had plans to go out with Sara, Evelyn and Paul to East Coast Park again for riding.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;So yesterday, went out of the house around 10.15am, bused to Paul's house. Played with the chinchillas for awhile before riding out to East Coast Park at 10.50am. Oops, cuz we were supposed to meet Sara and Evelyn at 11am outside Tao Nan Primary. Gave them a call and asked them to head to ECP first and rent their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;So rode to ECP and called them again, then rode towards them. Met with them, where Evelyn suddenly felt sick. After Evelyn recovered, we headed towards the Changi Coast side. Cycled all the way to some quiet area near a golf course, where we sat down on some concrete seats and slacked. I think we were there for quite some time, like around 1 hour? I forgot. After that, we decided that we turn back and they return their bikes early and go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The weather consisted of stop/start rain, so we had to stop under a shelter along the way, where Sara nearly run into a sleeping Indian dude there, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Continued after the drizzle halted, and stopped at the Changi Village foodcentre for lunch. We were all full after our own meals and Paul had ordered satay so..&lt;br /&gt;We had to play a game to finish the satay up, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We actually finished pretty much the entire plate, satay, ketupat, onions and cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;Continued riding towards the bike rental shop and they returned the bicycles. Then..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;We had no clue what to do next. Seriously. Everyone was looking at one another and asking what to do next. What makes things difficult is that Sara and Evelyn had no bikes while Paul and I had, so we can't go indoors, and they couldn't go longer distances around.&lt;br /&gt;After much slacking around the beach and at Mcdonald's (and on a kiddy ride) we decided to take a slow walk to Big Splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did arrive at Big Splash, but guess what, it was deserted there too. Got some ice-cream, then Evelyn's mum came over to pick her up. The remaining three of us took a slow walk back towards where we came from and Sara went off at the Parkway underpass. Eventually Paul and I rode to Bedok Jetty to slack for awhile. Departed from East Coast Park around 7.50pm, which is kinda too late cuz I was expected to be home by 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Rode to his house, cooled down abit, then bused home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any muscle aches once again!! Guess my muscles are stronger than I thought. The downhill bike isn't really for distance, but I like it cuz it sort of trains your strength? I find it really nice when I get worn out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;I so want to get a bike of my own now!! I asked my parents and they said I wouldn't have the time to go riding when JC starts -.- Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Evelyn recorded and posted several videos of our ECP outing on Facebook so if you're my Facebook friend, check them out, hahaha. Some are really retarded so.. You've been warned!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo KIMMII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6983501380023991029?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6983501380023991029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6983501380023991029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6983501380023991029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6983501380023991029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/east-coast-park-and-riding.html' title='East Coast Park and Riding'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5641959926136273654</id><published>2010-01-11T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:11:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Sometimes you just want it to be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;You know how you wanna avoid things, but can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are asking me how bad it could get.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God, Please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5641959926136273654?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5641959926136273654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5641959926136273654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5641959926136273654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5641959926136273654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/hidden.html' title='Hidden.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7950896030639862069</id><published>2010-01-09T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:47:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We go out.</title><content type='html'>Quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Paul for breakfast yesterday at 9.45am. Travelled to Eunos MRT to meet with Rosiana and her brother, Robert. MRT-ed to Orchard. Wheelock place to get Rosi's iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cathay to watch 'Avatar'. Rosi and I desperate for a washroom after the movies and the toilet at that floor was closed.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Sakae Sushi at Wheelock Place.&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Bugis, where met with Robert's friend, Billy. I think I made a bad first impression as a snob or something.&lt;br /&gt;Rosiana, Robert and Billy wanted to head to the arcade. Paul and I went off on our own. Walked, walked, went to Mcdonald's for drinks. Paul showed me some retarded photos and videos, as well as adorable photos and videos, hahaha. Sara and Evelyn dropped by to say 'hi'. Alright, Sara didn't really say 'hi'. She said "oi" in an ah-lianish tone, hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Iluma. Saw Kok Peng working and wanted to say hi, but ended up not doing so as it was quite busy there. Went to the arcade there where I got forced to play a couple rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Walked, decided to head to Haji Lane for a shesha session. First cafe asked for IC. Thought we got lucky with the next place, but they asked for IC after we settled down. One staff offerred us his IC in case the boss checks, but another staff said that it is not possible. Anyway, according to the staff, the boss decided to allow us to shesha after he talked to him, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered apple flavour. Slacked there about an hour and half until around 9.40pm. Headed back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7950896030639862069?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7950896030639862069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7950896030639862069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7950896030639862069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7950896030639862069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-go-out.html' title='We go out.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8134695884457910891</id><published>2010-01-01T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:59:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2010 after 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;2010 is a clean slate with new beginnings for me, what about you??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;xx Kimmii Kamikaze&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8134695884457910891?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8134695884457910891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8134695884457910891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8134695884457910891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8134695884457910891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010-after-2009.html' title='It&apos;s 2010 after 2009'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2440071011956456044</id><published>2009-12-31T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:02:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Today's the last day of 2009.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;I really want to enjoy and appreciate this day, every minute and every second. 2009 has been a great year. Although "bad" for the most part, it has it's share of great times too.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I hope that you guys will appreciate today as much, if not more, than I do and may 2010 be a better year for all of us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;On another note, I finally levelled up to Level 16 on AuditionSEA. Hence I'm now at Clubber level which is a really nice status to me :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, will be back to blog.. Perhaps tomorrow as I'm working till midnight today. Starting off the new year with work. Good or bad? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo KIMMII!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2440071011956456044?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2440071011956456044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2440071011956456044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2440071011956456044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2440071011956456044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='Last Day of 2009'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5785463657047384478</id><published>2009-12-30T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:48:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian~</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Sian.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Haven't used that word in writing in ages. Uhh.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Kok Peng is overseas :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't believe that I'm sad that he's overseas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, no la, just that I will miss him while he's away cuz now I don't have anybody to crap with!!&lt;br /&gt;I always say that I'm lonely and have no friends here now but the truth is that I have several friends but don't really talk to them much. WHO WANTS TO BE MY BUDDY?? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition is currently down. Stupid server. Gonna go prepare for work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5785463657047384478?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5785463657047384478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5785463657047384478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5785463657047384478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5785463657047384478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/sian.html' title='Sian~'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8384829967406365635</id><published>2009-12-23T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:50:39.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parkour Jam and Present!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Late post&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;for the parkour jam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a school event on Monday starting at 7.50am but I left early, around 10.45am to go for the Parkour jam. Was supposed to meet at Buangkok MRT station at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot which line the Buangkok station was on, so I decided to bus to Eunos MRT and train all the way there. Turns out it was really on the purple line as I suspected and I could've just took a bus to Serangoon station and train a couple stops over to Buangkok. Arrived there 10 minutes early anyway, after travelling on the MRT for nearly an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Met with Ee Feng first then two other girls there. I was lucky to join at that time as the other girls were also newcomers. Waited for the rest to come and after they came down, Benjamin led us to our first spot.&lt;br /&gt;At the rooftop garden, which was our first spot, did the regulatory warm ups, then I started learning vaults with Ee Feng's help. She's actually a really good teacher for a newcomer, kudos to her. After several tries and scraps sustained, I managed to do a clean speed vault. Practiced that vault a few more times before going over to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time challenge for the more experienced ones later on, and we moved to a sheltered area when it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;I could elaborate on the entire jam, but I'm simply gonna cut it short. (Not like people wanna read some grandmother's tale on my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch back near the Buangkok station, then trained to Punggol station and took the LRT to somewhere in Punggol. Found spot, trained, move spot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;To summarize, I learnt how to do the double-hand speed vault (not single handed yet) and a double-hand vault in that jam, as well as precision jumping. Also practiced with the wall - Run, jump, kick, grab.&lt;br /&gt;Areas to improve in: 1) Arm strength. I was able to grab onto the wall, but didn't have enough strength to pull myself up onto it.&lt;br /&gt;                     2) Stablizing in precision jumps - Very crucial.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;All in all, the jam was really fun, really awesome. Got to know many nice people during the jam. Hope to go for another one and gym training soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;New laptop!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Yea, I was really shocked when this happened but my parents actually got me a new laptop for my early Christmas present. They also got my sister one set too. Shocking and unexpected. I was actually in a "stone mode" when I realised what my (our) present was. Using it now, nice laptop, but I will still miss my other laptop which is now my mum's property :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's all for today folks.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;KIMMII!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8384829967406365635?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8384829967406365635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8384829967406365635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8384829967406365635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8384829967406365635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/parkour-jam-and-present.html' title='Parkour Jam and Present!!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5698674868393293048</id><published>2009-12-21T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:13:11.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Parkour Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Just got home from my first Parkour jam. Will elaborate later. Hungry :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5698674868393293048?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5698674868393293048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5698674868393293048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5698674868393293048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5698674868393293048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-parkour-jam.html' title='First Parkour Jam'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-892381950783213460</id><published>2009-12-19T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:42:39.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Hi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work about one hour late today, haha. Lucky for me, I didn't get into trouble with the management.&lt;br /&gt;Work was made more hectic what with the Singtel promotion and all. Read: First 200 Singtel customers get to redeem two donuts for free. Some customers redeemed like, 6 numbers so they get like 12 donuts, and one customer went all prissy on me just because the Singtel promotion was fully redeemed while she was queuing up. Not that I'm the bitchy kind but geez, give me a break. It only costs $5.20 to purchase the four donuts you wanted to get for free, no need to get angry at me. At least I had the courtesy to inform you while you were still queuing up. It's not as if you waited all the way to the cashier before you were informed.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault, I wanted to check if there were ample slots for you to write your name on, and you said that you had already checked and there were spaces. There were actually only 4 and a rather long queue in front of you. Common sense ain't it, that people in front of you were bound to fill in the slots? &lt;i&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Work ended at around 6pm - punched out and SMS-ed Paul, who was meeting me for dinner. He came down to the basement and we walked one big round around Bugis Junction to TCC when we could've cut through straight there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went into the restaurant and was able to choose any table. Sat down, chose our food, ordered, ate - To put it in short.&lt;br /&gt;Paul accidentally dropped a prawn which had sacrificed it's life to become food. How unfortunate, as the prawn's life had gone to waste :( LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating damn slowly, especially since we were talking while eating. I'll never comprehend how guys can eat so bloody fast, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost finishing my food when SUDDENLY, my sister called. I was absolutely freaked out as if my family knew that I was there.. Well, let's just say I would be slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush down to join my family, so I didn't finish the last one bite of lasagne as my stomach literally made a 360 degree turnabout. SAD D:&lt;br /&gt;When I finished my call, Paul had already paid the bill. He refused to let me pay him back D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So awkward and embarrassing okay. Or in hokkien terms, Pai Seh, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave really suddenly and run down to the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Mega embarrassing and how "evil" of me to run off just like that. MEGA PAI SEH MUCH HAR!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I arrived at the basement, I realized that my family wasn't actually waiting for me at Bugis - It was just my sister there and it was a so called misunderstanding on my part -.-&lt;br /&gt;Paul came down to the basement just a couple of minutes later while I was stoning in disbelief. Went to say bye to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;After I finished stoning and after recovering from my near panic attack experience, my sister and I went on a Christmas present hunt. Walked around Bugis Junction and couldn't find anything. Head to Iluma and still couldn't find anything. Then I thought of Kok Peng and wondered if he was working today. So I SMS-ed him, he didn't reply, but I headed up to the cineplex anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was working and he was busy so he didn't notice me. Went out to walk awhile, then came back. He finally saw me, I waved at him and he waved back. Oh ya, and I saw him slamming some machine thingy there. Angry uh, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to order food from him but was rather full, and so was my sister, so we just went down to continue on our present hunt.&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short(er), we walked to Suntec, then Marina Square then City Link Mall after leaving Iluma. Didn't find anything for our parents so we went to HMV at City Link Mall where I chose my present, which was the new Tokio Hotel CD. It was sold cheaper in the US, but my Mum had at that time allowed me to choose only one CD. Then proceeded on to Raffles City where we bought a bottle of body lotion from L'Occitane for our Mum. Went home after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Today was quite an eventful day :)&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm gonna blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-892381950783213460?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/892381950783213460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=892381950783213460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/892381950783213460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/892381950783213460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-for-something.html' title='Looking For Something'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7391510081700791917</id><published>2009-12-15T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:01:59.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition Mass DC, Success!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycWtGRPDlI/AAAAAAAAALA/iY9acxLnDVc/s1600-h/AUDITION+SS+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycWtGRPDlI/AAAAAAAAALA/iY9acxLnDVc/s400/AUDITION+SS+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415322040969137746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to Enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Mission: Mass DC&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Success!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;IT ISN'T MY PLAN and I don't know if this was planned cuz after that there was a shoutout saying "Nice Mass DC". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was blogging the previous post and after I was done, I opened the Audition window and taa-dah!&lt;br /&gt;There was one guy dancing all by himself in Club Dance.&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD YET SO ADORABLE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to Audition again, and then setting off the work reaalllyy soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7391510081700791917?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7391510081700791917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7391510081700791917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7391510081700791917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7391510081700791917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/audition-mass-dc-success.html' title='Audition Mass DC, Success!!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycWtGRPDlI/AAAAAAAAALA/iY9acxLnDVc/s72-c/AUDITION+SS+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-722813549899952814</id><published>2009-12-15T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:48:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition 1 Heart 0 Score Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycUszYt74I/AAAAAAAAAK4/MAZsZVNshiI/s1600-h/AUDITION+SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycUszYt74I/AAAAAAAAAK4/MAZsZVNshiI/s400/AUDITION+SS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415319836876992386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to Enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;MISSION: 1 HEART, 0 SCORE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Success!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Kok Peng and I were on Audition from morning till now, he wanted to get one heart, and thus, this mission was born!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it's a success.&lt;br /&gt;And plus point, we look glam!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Audition, and then setting off to work soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-722813549899952814?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/722813549899952814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=722813549899952814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/722813549899952814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/722813549899952814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/audition-1-heart-0-score-mission.html' title='Audition 1 Heart 0 Score Mission'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SycUszYt74I/AAAAAAAAAK4/MAZsZVNshiI/s72-c/AUDITION+SS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-9005337583159358351</id><published>2009-12-15T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:28:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enae Volare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyZlu6KwDFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/siuLv3e9EXo/s1600-h/PC130954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyZlu6KwDFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/siuLv3e9EXo/s400/PC130954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415127458522336338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad and disappointing to think of life as such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing to know that we may not have accomplished many great things to prove ourselves worthy of the life we have lived.&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening to think that perhaps it's too late to change course, or that we are hindered of oppurtunities to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's always about the money, isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;i&gt;What type of life am I living?&lt;br /&gt;Was I worthy?&lt;br /&gt;Am I wasting my life?&lt;br /&gt;What is my point of existance?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped here, in this place.&lt;br /&gt;God help me, God guide me.&lt;br /&gt;I need answers, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I die in regret?&lt;br /&gt;Do I die unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;Do I die without accomplishing in my short timeframe of existance what I want to truly do?&lt;br /&gt;Do I die without ever knowing love, or truly loving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-9005337583159358351?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9005337583159358351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=9005337583159358351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/9005337583159358351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/9005337583159358351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/enae-volare.html' title='Enae Volare'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyZlu6KwDFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/siuLv3e9EXo/s72-c/PC130954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-978858019400940899</id><published>2009-12-13T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:02:17.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Poor Performance (PPP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;PPP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why but that phrase just appealed to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's after the Os, I thought everything was gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was wrong. Everything's just about the same, except this time, it's not about the compulsories, it's about what I WANT TO do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;It's not nice to be hindered from what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put everything on hold?&lt;br /&gt;I just know, the truth is about the money.&lt;br /&gt;It's always like that, and it's unfair seeing your friends excelling in their interests and passions when you don't even get a chance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;I have this two videos I wanna post up here on my blog. Here they are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Featuring 4 MOFO's,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; including ma dudes Jonathan and Zool PLUS a genuine Ray Ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygtpZnGfk2U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygtpZnGfk2U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJNaH7fTfao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJNaH7fTfao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I told you guys I was gonna make you SUPERSTARS. HAHAHA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;FARMVILLE + RAMAMAMA FTW, BETCHES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-978858019400940899?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/978858019400940899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=978858019400940899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/978858019400940899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/978858019400940899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/pissed-poor-performance-ppp.html' title='Pissed Poor Performance (PPP)'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4006053884962916502</id><published>2009-12-12T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:13:36.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAPPING ALERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Alright, just yesterday I traveled all the way to Suntec City just to visit the Asiasoft Customer Service Centre. The matter was concerning my Audition account (Yes, I'm back to playing Audition). Anyways, I don't wanna drag this thing, but the thing is,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;ASIASOFT SUCKS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Yes it does. ZZZ. RANTING ALERT.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to transfer my Audition account from one Asiasoft account to another. Unfortunately, this cannot be possible because, according them, the accounts have to follow the NRIC number, thus this can never be possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?? You guys are like, the overall-in-charge of these accounts?? Surely it wouldn't be that difficult to transfer accounts? Alright, maybe it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; rather complicated a process but when I queried on whether or not at least the name of owner of the Asiasoft account can be changed, the answer was once again a no. I mean, seriously, what if someone underwent a legalized name change??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Alright, let me overlook that aspect with my busted hope balloon. I then asked if I could delete one of my Audition accounts. I wanted to recreate an account, and each Asiasoft NRIC is entitled to only one Audition account, unlike MapleStory (which I do not play).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, the answer was a definite no. What the hell?? Then what if a male accidentally created a female account?? THAT WOULD DEFINITELY SUCK AS ASIASOFT, the GAMEMASTER OF ALL ADDICTING ONLINE GAMES, can't even DELETE AN ACCOUNT FOR YOU. IN YOUR FACE SUCKER. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;THUS, my conclusion is, Asiasoft does not have control over it's accounts and games. They left it all up to the computer system, which is apparently smart enough to run the entire game network. Asiasoft hires employees for WHAT when they can't even delete one stupid account?? DRIVES ME MAD THINKING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've kinda gotten over it, but I just wanted to blog it so that perhaps, by chance, some Asiasoft employee reads this and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER&lt;br /&gt;Proposes improvements on the Asiasoft system.&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Realises what a unreliable company he/she has gotten into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;HOPPING OVER TO ANOTHER TOPIC.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyJ9cMQ1NtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CLAJ4rkXnIQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyJ9cMQ1NtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CLAJ4rkXnIQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414027625334388434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Hi, this screenshot is from my buddy Kok Peng.&lt;br /&gt;This screenshot actually shows a desktop screen with only one open window, that is, the MSN transaction between me and him.&lt;br /&gt;According to him, he did not close any extra windows that there might be. In other words, he was online to talk exclusively to me!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;This can mean either one of three things:&lt;br /&gt;a) That my buddy is a no lifer.&lt;br /&gt;b) That my buddy is a really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;c) That my buddy is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S UP TO YOU PEOPLE TO DECIDE (even though this does not affect or concern you in any way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLBYE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4006053884962916502?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4006053884962916502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4006053884962916502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4006053884962916502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4006053884962916502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/crapping-alert.html' title='CRAPPING ALERT'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SyJ9cMQ1NtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CLAJ4rkXnIQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8478940160874147678</id><published>2009-12-08T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:45:19.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Work!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;YUP.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;I finally got a job to pass my long boring days usually spent in front of the laptop by!! In fact, this is my first ever job, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Applied, and was about to give up hope when they called me!! LOL I'm making it sound like I won some mad rad award.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I started work today at my workplace at Bugis!!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, really, although it might be the exhilaration of the first day of work speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shift, I went over to Iluma to visit Kok Peng, who's working there. I think I saw him- Okay, I'm darn affirmative. Stood there for about ten minutes while SMSing him ( who didn't reply cuz he was busy ). Yea I'm a professional stalker!! Then while I was going down the escalator, I saw Xiaxue, or at least, someone who looks alot like her, hahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;The End&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8478940160874147678?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8478940160874147678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8478940160874147678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8478940160874147678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8478940160874147678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day Of Work!!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5597006841068245802</id><published>2009-11-21T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:36:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Kimmii is at the airport~&lt;br /&gt;Kimmii is at the airport~&lt;br /&gt;Kimmii is at the airport~&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to be at the airport too~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea I'm at the airport and darn it, I hafta wait for like what, ONE MORE HOUR to board the plane!! Excitement's killing me here, especially after staying up the entire night. The best part is, I'm not even feeling tired or sleepy. I've felt more sleepy other days. Well, I still have to get some rest onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Blue Scadoo-ed, We can too!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao reader!!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5597006841068245802?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5597006841068245802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5597006841068245802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5597006841068245802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5597006841068245802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-airport.html' title='At the Airport'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-6893967377788810748</id><published>2009-11-20T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:42:57.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet-Setting Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Hello Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;Watched '2012' with Joel, Darren, Brandon and Rosiana on Wednesday. Was a really awesome movie, and I cried some parts throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded kids, will miss these people (Joel, Darren, Brandon, Rosiana) much sooner or later. Heck, I think I think I'm beginning to miss school now. It seems that 4 years just passed by so quickly, and while I couldn't wait to graduate then, my feelings and thoughts kinda changed now. Oh well, looking forward to the future. We'll be planning more parties to get wasted in. Remember our drinking challenge kiddos!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Anyways, I'll be having my vacation in the U.S.A soon enough!! Will be flying off early tomorrow morning, but will not be sleeping tonight. Excited yo!!&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, Las Vegas, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;Rosi's flying off later at night to Korea with Jeslyn, Shu Ling, Vivian and Na Ryung. Have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog will be updated throughout my trip with photos if possible, meaning, if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beauty is only skin deep,&lt;br /&gt;But that's all you need to get the attention you want.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6893967377788810748?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6893967377788810748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6893967377788810748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6893967377788810748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6893967377788810748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/11/jet-setting-flyer.html' title='Jet-Setting Flyer'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7330964144773149250</id><published>2009-11-17T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:52:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Proved A Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SwILRBl73XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D0VCDdWQgIQ/s1600/Photo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SwILRBl73XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D0VCDdWQgIQ/s320/Photo064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404894889911246194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Our class BBQ was last night!!&lt;br /&gt;And boy, what a night :)&lt;br /&gt;We got caught by the security guards several times, and they even threw Aaron into the pool right in front of a security guard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I went there late(r) only to discover there WAS booze. Notice the past tense. I think Darren drank most of the vodka, cuz he seemed a little high(er) than normal. So I was going around trying to steal people's food, then came the waterbomb segment. No idea who started it, but waterbombs started flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO DODGE AND RUN AWAY AND DEFEND MYSELF WITH MY TAICHI SKILLS the entire night cuz I just got my hair done (I'll tell you about it later) and I couldn't, shouldn't get it wet.&lt;br /&gt;Several people got thrown into the pool, and as a result, several peoples' handphones and one PSP got spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;When almost everyone had left except for around 10 of us or so, that's when things got a little crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* A certain lovable character started pole dancing. And we recorded it. And we don't wanna delete it cuz we wanna keep it for our class reunion, class of '09, ten years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Booze started coming in, persons were trying to steal booze, and some people got a little high.&lt;br /&gt;There was another lovable character sweeping the floor and according to a source, talking to herself while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;There was also another lovable character behaving.. Kinda weirdly at the BBQ pit all by herself when everyone was at the table. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the party officially ended for the night, a huge bunch of sparklers was set alight, and I swear, it was mad blinding. It was over in a matter of seconds and I had there and then thought that my left eye went blind. Oh ya, picture is the one at the top, but due to the slowness of my camera phone, you only got to see the part when the sparks where dying off.&lt;br /&gt;After the big sparkler festivity, someone pointed out that there was an enormous smoke cloud above us. Like seriously, several floors above us, like some weird grey cloud. I wonder if the residents noticed that mini Indonesian haze (if you're living near the Kalimantan forest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, next time, we're gonna do more!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt; Next topic, HAIR. Alright, everyone was questioning me at the BBQ and I repeatedly have to tell people my sob story. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I CHOSE VERY LIGHT ASH BLONDE AS MY HAIR COLOR. It's really light, so it looks kinda like light grey, but it actually isn't cuz there's some blonde hints in there.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have no idea why, my hair is dyed a common orangey-brown after my trip to the hairstylist. My mum said that if my desired color doesn't appear after I wash it on the third day, she's gonna take me back to the hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should ask him to dye it GREY this time, no need for ash blonde. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, the color's totally out and there's no way in heck it's gonna turn ash blonde anytime soon. ZZZ.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7330964144773149250?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7330964144773149250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7330964144773149250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7330964144773149250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7330964144773149250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-proved-good-night.html' title='Yesterday Proved A Good Night'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SwILRBl73XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D0VCDdWQgIQ/s72-c/Photo064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-46671533582664844</id><published>2009-11-14T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:40:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End, The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Light at the end of the tunnel diminishes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The O Levels are over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kinda.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sv2Lb4eQAGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qL3TAilJSPs/s1600-h/light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sv2Lb4eQAGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qL3TAilJSPs/s320/light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628439046455394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have one last paper on Monday. It's such a drag because it's just a half hour paper.&lt;br /&gt;But who gives a shit right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of this paper, I am unable to get freaky over the weekend and instead have to wait until Monday as the paper ends at a wtf time of 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have a class BBQ in the evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Anyhow, I'm not experiencing the happiness that usually comes after the exams. Much unlike my peers.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck My Life. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I failed to correct my direction. I'm off to destination 'FUCKED'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do me a favour guys. Please don't ask me how many points I got when the results are released early next January.&lt;br /&gt;And to those who do, FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, high usage of the word 'fucked'!! I'm getting good. Maybe I should pursue a career of a keyboard warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;And indeed, that light at the end of the tunnel is diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it's a train. I'm walking in the wrong direction anyway.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-46671533582664844?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/46671533582664844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=46671533582664844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/46671533582664844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/46671533582664844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-beginning.html' title='The End, The Beginning'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sv2Lb4eQAGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qL3TAilJSPs/s72-c/light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-7789261751881160083</id><published>2009-11-11T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:38:14.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REWIND AND RESTART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SvppwUaQnNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sK13o-CiDGI/s1600-h/cb28d63c84451ce7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SvppwUaQnNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sK13o-CiDGI/s320/cb28d63c84451ce7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402746981817818322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt; Hello, I'm Kimmii and welcome to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped blogging for awhile so if you wanna see my old posts just click the archives.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly gonna start blogging soon?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7789261751881160083?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7789261751881160083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7789261751881160083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7789261751881160083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7789261751881160083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-beginning.html' title='NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SvppwUaQnNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sK13o-CiDGI/s72-c/cb28d63c84451ce7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-941157543716819622</id><published>2009-08-24T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:51:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=purple&gt;After months of waiting, I finally got my tongue piercing!!&lt;br /&gt;My O Level oral exam was on Friday and today was the last day of the oral exams for my school. Hence, there was a chance for me to get the piercing done :)&lt;br /&gt;School ended around 5pm. Rosi, Sara and I took bus 5 to Far East Plaza. The trip there took slightly longer than usual, being the rush hour and all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Arrived at Far East Plaza around 5.45pm or so and proceeded up to 'Primitive Art'. Told the lady that I wanted my tongue done, and she showed me a selection of jewellery available. I asked her which color was easiest to hide, lols :3 She said that all barbells are okay as we don't really open our mouth big to talk but she said that the pink barbell should be easiest to camouflage.. So pink it is!&lt;br /&gt;Signed the form and paid for the piercing plus the mouthwash. She then escorted us to the actual studio next door, where we waited on the couch. She called Aidil on the phone as he was having a smoke break downstairs. He came up within a couple minutes and prepped the equipment up.&lt;br /&gt;He came out, music changed to Tiesto and insisted nobody changed it "or else got quarrel". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, once the stuff was ready, I went into the room with Rosi who agreed to be my camerawoman :)&lt;br /&gt;Prepped everything up, I rinsed my mouth with this sweet fizzy drink kinda mouthwash. Sat back in the chair, and Aidil ran through aftercare procedures with me. Aidil then clamped my tongue and after some "relax" and "stick it all the way out", gauging where the piercing should be placed, he marked my tongue with that purple ink. He asked me to check the placement and yea, it was alright, so back in the chair. Clamps on my tongue again and "relax your tongue". Took the needle and slid it through.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;It didn't hurt much. I think biting on your tongue while eating actually hurts more, and I think that my navel piercing hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;I think that he had to use more force while pushing the needle out of my tongue cuz there was this sensation? Maybe it's the cork.&lt;br /&gt;Needle through, the jewellery was quickly fitted in and didn't hurt like when my navel was fitted with the barbell. All done, and I rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash again.&lt;br /&gt;He checked my piercing before I left the room. All oka!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara was waiting on the couch and I could barely speak as expected, haha. My video was oka too, thanks Rosi. Rosi then decided to get a third lobe piercing there, so back to the display room we went. I had the shock of my life when I thought my video got accidently deleted, but thankfully no. Sara watched the video, so she wasn't exactly missing out on the "action". Aidil, the piercer, was watching the video behind her. LOL. He asked which school we were from and as I realised I couldn't talk, I pointed to my school badge and showed him. Haha. He then did some small talk with us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Rosi chose the type of stud she wanted. After choosing the red one, the guy did it with a piercing gun. I don't exactly know the details, but I know Rosi was shocked when the piercing was done. Lols. Anyway, she got a small bottle of blue (alcohol?) solution. I doubt that's the really strong type of alcohol, perhaps it's diluted.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, for anyone who wants to get something pierced, I recommend Aidil from 'Primitive Art Piercing &amp; Tattoo'. He's really professional and experienced, so you're lucky if you get him :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to The Heeren to see Rosi's 'Big Bang' album which unfortunately, wasn't there. After that, went to the bus stop and bused home with Rosi as Sara took another bus. Reached home near 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my tongue got pierced just less than 5 hours ago and is still swollen. I couldn't speak properly at first and was babbling like an idiot while Sara and Rosi made fun of me (LOL) but was alright soon enough. I think Big Gulp helped. Haha. However, eating a slice of cake was a bitch when I got home ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for babbling if it irks you but there you go. I like keeping memories in detail. Any queries, tag the box to your right. Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-941157543716819622?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/941157543716819622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=941157543716819622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/941157543716819622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/941157543716819622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/tongue-piercing_24.html' title='Tongue Piercing'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4237168132734584470</id><published>2009-08-11T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:03:10.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primitive Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Bang, Pierce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Gun and Needle&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you should already know, there are two ways of piercing. One is with a piercing gun, and the other is with a piercing needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Getting pierced with a gun is commonly found and you can find a shop that pierces using a gun just about anywhere. In Singapore, we have '77th Street' and many other shops which offer piercings with a gun. Think 'Claire's' in America.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, needle piercing services are usually done by a professional in a piercing shop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;And then..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll tell you about the painfully obvious differences between gun and needle piercing right here :)&lt;br /&gt;Gun piercings can only be used to pierce areas like your ear lobes. Although some shops do offer nose and cartilage piercing services using a piercing gun, it is highly recommended not to do so. Why? I'll elaborate in the next part.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing needles on the other hand are very versatile and can be used to pierce any part of your body. It's what professional piercers use to do piercings, so DUH, you can use the needle to make some holes anywhere on your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;And then....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) The piercing gun is said to be an unsanitary way of piercing- and it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Most piercing guns used in those jewellery shops or clothing outlets are made out of materials, namely plastic, which cannot be autoclaved. This means that the most a person can do to clean it is to wipe it up using some alcohol or sanitizer. Unfortunately, there will still be some bacteria and gunk still left in between the little crevices of the gun, and cross contamination may occur when fluids or whatever get spread from the previous customer to another. Bodily fluids and possibly blood may disperse as little microscopic droplets when the gun is triggered. Cross contamination again, not very good for your open wound huh.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, needles used by professionals are one time usage and are clean. This will reduce any chances of infections or getting blood borne pathogens. In addiction, studios are disinfected regularly so you can be assured that you are in safe hands.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) Piercing guns may damage body tissue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Piercing guns work using blunt force to drive a piercing stud, which has a sort of sharpened tip, into your body, which is usually your earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned previously, some shops offer nose and cartilage piercings using a piercing gun. In Singapore, a piercing like that can cost less than $15. Although cheap, it is unrecommended to pierce any form of cartilage on your body using a piercing gun as the sheer blunt force may shatter cartilage. This will create bumps of shattered cartilage, which might be painful to some, creating a not so satisfactory piercing.&lt;br /&gt;My own tragus was pierced with a piercing gun in a 'professional studio' for $11? At that time I thought that it was alright cuz they were the professionals. Now that I removed the piercing, I am unsure if my tragus cartilage has been shattered or not. I can feel a bump on my tragus under the skin.. But I don't know :)&lt;br /&gt;It is a good idea to pierce anything other than your lobes in a studio, even though it's more costly. Then again, it's up to your discretion. Personally, piercing cartilage on my ear is fine with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) People operating piercing guns do not have proper piercing training.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Professionals have to undergo long periods of training, approximately 2 years, before being able to be a certified piercer. They have to attend courses about blood borne pathogens and diseases which can be spread through piercing, as well as basic medical procedures. On the other hand, salespeople using the piercing gun do not have any formal training. Where professionals take utmost care for a piercing, piercing guns are a.. Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am sorta thing. So yup.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three reasons why some people are all for banning piercing guns. Because of health reasons, tissue damage and training issues. Some people even go so far to say that even earlobes should be pierced with a needle instead of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, think about whether getting that tragus pierced with a gun is such a good idea after all. Oh, and if you're getting pierced with a needle, ensure that it's new.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of Part IV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4237168132734584470?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4237168132734584470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4237168132734584470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4237168132734584470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4237168132734584470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/gun-and-needle-as-most-of-you-should.html' title='Bang, Pierce!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5948544196341608327</id><published>2009-08-08T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:27:51.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primitive Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Bye Byee Tragus/ The Studio and Procedure</title><content type='html'>Before I start on today's section, I wanna tell you guys that I retired my tragus piercing today. I think it wasn't really healing well and occasionally gave me headaches cuz of not enough rest (yes I think there's a link to it) so I took it out this morning to Chemistry class. I was fiddling with it abit then I was like "Screw this, I'll just have it repierced next time."&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Perhaps a vertical tragus next time?? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Yea, Let's go for it!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;You've thought it over, or just really intent on getting it done- Good on you, let's grab your stuff and head for the piercing studio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just go to any studio though. Don't just go to that one because it's the nearest or most convenient. It's alright if it's near your home but you must be sure to check out their studio and their standards of piercing.&lt;br /&gt;You must ensure that:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1)The studio is clean and practices good hygiene procedures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really important as piercing your body means introducing foreign matter (and possibly bacteria) into it. Poor hygiene standards will mean that you are at high risk of infection and cross contamination. In fact, before hygiene rules were truly implemented on studios, there were several cases of people getting hepatitis through piercing. Actually, just think about it. It would be really gross if you're being pierced with a needle which has been used before to pierce another person.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, when you visit a studio, look at the shop. Is it clean or does it look old and dirty? If so, walk out and look for another shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2)The piercers attending to you are knowledgable, professional and trustworthy. They must know what they're doing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe the artists working there. Do they look assuring? Do they look like you can trust them? &lt;br /&gt;Ask the artists about your piercing and procedure. Good piercers will give you good answers and are patient. This shows that they really care and are not just out to make a quick buck. If the receptionist or artist is rude towards you, don't hesitate to walk right out of the shop. After all, piercing or tattooing is in the service sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Checklist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;The piercer should wash his or her hands and put on clean surgical gloves before piercing you. Also, all piercing materials such as the needle, clamps as well as surgical marker should be one time use. Watch the piercer and ensure that he or her opens the new packaging of the materials in front of you. Most, if not all studios do have a single use policy. Your choice of jewellery must be autoclaved in an autoclave machine to sterilise it throughly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An autoclave machine makes use of high pressure and heat to sterilise materials and are also used in hospitals to sterilise equipment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Insist on checking the placement of the piercing after the piercer has marked you with the marker if he or she didn't ask you to. Again, don't be afraid to ask questions about your piercing that you're soon going to acquire. Clear any doubts you have. Your piercer would inform you and take you through aftercare procedures. If not, ask. Most piercing studios would also provide you with saline solutions, sea salts or any other aftercare solution for your new piercing before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing is rather medical sounding, doesn't it? If you sense something is not right, or you can't seem to trust your piercer, it's best that you continue to source for another studio you can trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Finding the right studio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;You can usually find good piercing studios when friends recommend them to you. In Singapore, where I live,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;Primitive Art Piercing and Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt; at Far East Plaza as well as &lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;Body Decor&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color=white&gt;at The Heeren are supposedly the two best piercing studios here. I'm not saying that other studios are not as good, but I'm just telling you what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;However, through my personal experience, Primitive Art is really good when I got my inverse navel pierced there. The staff are friendly and professional and they practice good hygiene through their single use policy. You would probably have seen this shop in several youtube videos. So yea :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or comments, feel free to tag. Constructive criticism or corrections to my posts are very welcome. Oh and sorry if the paragraphing and ideas are a little disorganised cuz I'm using my handphone to blog :) I don't use my laptop much you see.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for my next post, where I will take you through the various piercing methods and the proper way they should be done. Thanks for reading and take cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of Part III&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5948544196341608327?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5948544196341608327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5948544196341608327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5948544196341608327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5948544196341608327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-byee-tragus-studio-and-procedure.html' title='Bye Byee Tragus/ The Studio and Procedure'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5676079127979034634</id><published>2009-08-07T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:06:01.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primitive Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should rethink my decision..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Getting started..?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Unfortunately, I'm currently unable to insert any photos in my posts as blogger doesn't allow me to. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's section, I'm going to tell you about some things you should think over before you get a piercing. Alright, maybe some of you guys think getting a piercing is no big deal, but to me, every piercing is a big deal as you're really modifying your own body.&lt;br /&gt;To those who need help in deciding whether you should get a certain piercing or not, this should be helpful for you. For those who don't need this help, just treat this as a formality :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I want that!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you've decided on a piercing. However, what kind of piercing is it?&lt;br /&gt;A real hole is made in piercings such as your ear lobes, lip, tongue, whatever. It's just one straight thorough hole through that part of your body.&lt;br /&gt;Surface piercings are mostly found on the rest of your body. Navel piercings, eyebrow piercings etc, are surface piercings.&lt;br /&gt;Microdermals are actually small holes created in your body with a dermal punch. Not all piercers practice this method though, and microdermals are semi-permanent.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're planning to pierce yourself (which is a seriously wrong choice to make), getting a piercing requires money. Duh logic. So ensure you have sufficient kaching before you proceed to the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I'll have to rethink my decision..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get a piercing, keep in mind that all piercings, no matter where they are, are prone to infection. Hence, before heading to a studio to get it done, remember that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) All piercings have to be properly cleaned and cared for during its healing period. Do you have the time, or are you the lazy sort?&lt;br /&gt;2) Infections may occur and leave nasty looking scars on your body. Can you deal with that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if no infection has occurred, taking out the jewellery may also leave a small mark where the hole has healed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the risk of infection, there is also the risk of rejection or migration of the piercing. Rejection is when your body literally pushes the metal out of it slowly. It will progress day by day until you take the jewellery out or until the jewellery is completely pushed out. It's kinda the same concept as your body pushing a splinter out of your thumb, with a blister forming and what else.&lt;br /&gt;Rejection usually occurs in surface piercings and cannot be stopped once it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) Rejection is very likely to leave nasty looking scars. You deal?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, there is also the risk of formation of hypertrophic scars, and more importantly, keloids.&lt;br /&gt;Hypertrophic scarring are little red or purple bumps you see around your piercing and may hurt when touched. It may form due to trauma or infection. It is quite common in piercings and isn't that worrying as it can and will go away eventually, given proper caring.&lt;br /&gt;However, keloids are permanent. They are large scar tissues, like cysts, found at your piercing area. Keloids are overgrowth of scar tissue and require professional help. That means a doctor. You'll have to undergo surgery to remove it, and then receive regular treatment to prevent it from coming back. Despite keloids being a heavy consequence, allow me to assure you that keloids are very very rare and that people who develop them are most probably born with it genetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) Risk of bumps forming which ruin aesthetic value of your piercing.&lt;br /&gt;2) Caring or treatment will require time, patience and more money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pain Factor is one of the reasons why some people do not get pierced. People usually ask if "doing that" hurts, "ew, how can you stand it doesn't it hurt??" The truth is the process of piercing almost always does hurt. Then again, it would have to depend on a person's pain threshold and their reasons for piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) Pain, but for me, a personal reward. Can you stand the pain, not just during the piercing itself, but also sometimes during the healing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Piercing is truly a personal choice, whether as a fashion statement or for psychological healing.&lt;br /&gt;To me, piercing is an acquired taste and not everyone find them appealing. Furthermore, people may judge you based on your piercings alone and you may not like that if you're the sensitive sort. Some may even find you intimidating, but that's either good or bad depending on you. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Some schools and offices have dress codes banning piercings, so that'll give you something to consider about should you be studying or working. Job seekers could have a problem in clinching jobs in certain sectors when they sport visible piercings in interviews. Also, parents and other authoritative figures pose as obstacles should they disapprove on you getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here for today, and will continue with more useful information in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of Part II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5676079127979034634?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5676079127979034634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5676079127979034634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5676079127979034634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5676079127979034634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-i-should-rethink-my-decision_07.html' title='Maybe I should rethink my decision..'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-326449633493430746</id><published>2009-08-06T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:58:12.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primitive Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Body Holes, Body Mods</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Piercings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Okay, so I decided to just blog about piercings cuz it's my interest and all. I'm no professional but am intending to get trained as one in the future, not as a full time job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto the subject of piercings, piercings are simply holes made intentionally on your body. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;There are many types of piercings. Actually I believe that if you can be pinched there, you can get pierced there. So anyways, here is a list of the more well-known types of piercings~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EAR PIERCINGS&lt;br /&gt;Lobe (Most commonly found and usually a starter piercing)&lt;br /&gt;Transverse lobe&lt;br /&gt;Cartilage (Also known as helix)&lt;br /&gt;Snug (Anti-Helix)&lt;br /&gt;Tragus/ Anti-Tragus&lt;br /&gt;Vertical/ Surface Tragus&lt;br /&gt;Rook&lt;br /&gt;Daith&lt;br /&gt;Conch&lt;br /&gt;Industrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACIAL AND ORAL PIERCINGS&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrow/ Anti-Eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;Nose bridge&lt;br /&gt;Nostril&lt;br /&gt;Septum&lt;br /&gt;Cheek&lt;br /&gt;Monroe (Also known as a Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;Medusa (Philtrum piercing)&lt;br /&gt;Labret (And other lip piercings eg. Snakebites etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Labret&lt;br /&gt;Chin (Also known as lowbrets)&lt;br /&gt;Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Tongue Frenulum (Smileys and Frowneys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY PIERCINGS&lt;br /&gt;Hand/ Hand Web&lt;br /&gt;Wrist&lt;br /&gt;Nape&lt;br /&gt;Collarbone&lt;br /&gt;Sternum (Or cleavage piercing for those who don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;Madison (Basically a horizontal sternum.)&lt;br /&gt;Nipple&lt;br /&gt;Navel/ Inverse navel (And other navel piercings eg. Side, True navel etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Hip&lt;br /&gt;Corset (Generally as play piercing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Of course, there are other various piercings in the genital and pubic area but I'm not gonna list them down here now. Hmm probably next time in a special segment.&lt;br /&gt;There are also some piercings which are less commonly found or known of and here are some of them:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forehead (To me, a wtf piercing cuz it looks queer. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;Eyelid piercing (I kid you not!)&lt;br /&gt;Rhino piercing (Not sure if this is an actual piercing or someone experimenting, but it's basically a vertical piercing going through the front of your nose.. Like a rhinoceros.)&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia piercing (Contemplating on getting this one)&lt;br /&gt;Surface Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Horizontal Tongue (Seriously risky much??)&lt;br /&gt;Uvula (It's that little bit of flesh dangling at the back of your throat which activates your gag reflex)&lt;br /&gt;Neck (Not nape! There's a difference.)&lt;br /&gt;Ribcage (As in, at your ribcage. Not the actual bone.)&lt;br /&gt;Deep Chest (Okay, why the fuck would anyone want to do this, why??)&lt;br /&gt;Finger piercing (Usually done to emulate a ring)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;We will pay to have somebody poke holes in our bodies with a needle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of Part I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-326449633493430746?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/326449633493430746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=326449633493430746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/326449633493430746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/326449633493430746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/body-holes-body-mods.html' title='Body Holes, Body Mods'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1313368876845519752</id><published>2009-08-05T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:04:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It just seems too damn fast. It's wow, Wednesday already? What happened to last week? What happened to July?&lt;br /&gt;It used to be me feeling like the Os would never come.. Now it's me feeling like I have wasted 6 years of primary school and 3 years of secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm composing music for my music elective coursework. I hope that I'll get an A1 for this subject :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's holding an A Math and Social Studies test. I don't know which one to study first. This type of dilemmas shouldn't be present now.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing to do is to pick a choice, go ahead with it and don't look back. Then again, it's like playing Russian Roulette.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for "I should have"s and regrets. Now, all I have left is to look forward to the future. "Easier said than done," I had said to my friend yesterday, "for we are only human."&lt;br /&gt;And as that friend, Jun Lin, puts it, "I want O Levels to rebuild what hurricane PSLE has destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better stop here. I've got enough on my shoulders and I really don't need people to begin judging me or whatever. I used to be able to stand it like, one day ago but now, I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;You people tell me, really, why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1313368876845519752?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1313368876845519752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1313368876845519752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1313368876845519752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1313368876845519752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5492715592398313264</id><published>2009-08-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:46:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc. Martens!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;HARLOW HARLOW!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a super good mood today!! Any idea why? Well.. I have no idea WHY either! Maybe it's because I went to Orchard road today. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;After my 3 hours of Chemistry, and after my tuition, :) I went to Orchard road with my family. We took public transport to travel there. My dad was like some little kid. He was sort of whining, "Are you sure or not? I can't believe we're actually taking public transport when we have two cars." LOL. It's cuz we want to avoid any parking problems or jams la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, went there and headed straight to Orchard Ion. Was freaking crowded. Had lunch at the food court known as "Food Opera".&lt;br /&gt;We actually bought food from the snack stalls and the food court manager came over to tell us that outside food and drinks are not allowed inside.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I also don't care. My mother was acting guai lan. LOL. She said, "Ya ya I know" to the manager with that tone of voice. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Ion, then walked to Taka. Blah blah didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;Was going to be 8pm by the time we proceeded out. Was walking towards Plaza Singapura when we went into Orchard Central. The concept is nice :) Ion's concept is nice too of course.&lt;br /&gt;Central= More futuristic, urban version of Vivocity + Iluma&lt;br /&gt;Ion= Hybrid of Raffles City + Vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out. Walked to a shoe shop to get my Doc. Mart's. Lucky got stock. I think almost didn't get the shoes cuz almost don't have stock. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Plaza Singapura. Dinner, bought some groceries cuz I'm cooking for my family tomorrow, then went home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5492715592398313264?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5492715592398313264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5492715592398313264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5492715592398313264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5492715592398313264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/doc-martens.html' title='Doc. Martens!!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2082001545265852108</id><published>2009-07-31T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:18:58.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sit and wait</title><content type='html'>I'm in Ngee Ann Poly now and I'm feeling quite nervous! I'm pumped up with nervous energy!! And am feeling so out of place here :3&lt;br /&gt;Will update later maybe. Wish me good luck people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;Yo, currently sitting outside the interview room waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;After my dad left, the girl on my left turned to me and said, "Your school uniform's nice."&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "that's weird" and was actually babbling about my school uniform and after a few seconds, I realised she was actually ASKING me what school I was from.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, I'm that weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after a couple of minutes, Maria from 4D came in.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't expecting anybody from my school actually but it's alright since I'm not the odd one out here anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh quite nervous cuz the two girls beside me seem to have loads of experience..&lt;br /&gt;I think they're actually student reporters for IN tabloid or something.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe not. Maybe I'm just obsessing ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half excited, half wanting to shit in my pants and hey, there's no guys here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies have uneven razor teeth made out of porcelain and they happen to love to gnaw on stuff and there's butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2082001545265852108?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2082001545265852108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2082001545265852108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2082001545265852108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2082001545265852108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/nervous-nervous.html' title='sit and wait'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7165422452090746634</id><published>2009-07-29T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:30:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SnASb-mRxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xm5QntnlR4Q/s1600-h/P15-06-09_16.53%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SnASb-mRxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xm5QntnlR4Q/s320/P15-06-09_16.53%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363807428067575122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hee hee :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Here's a short update :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after CLB lessons, got on the bus. Was gonna meet Benjamin la.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I needed to alight at his school there and wait for him, then he say he released already.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I just smsed him to board the next bus 14 that came by. THEN he replied me saying he was already on a bus 14.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously was the wrong bus la since I haven't even reached his school busstop yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So he alighted and boarded the right bus.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And just so happened that his friends were sitting in front of me. Yeas.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted all the way to Bedok inter, where I promptly had to rush off to my bus which was already there at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Benjamin, sorry for the abrupt leave. Hope to meet up with you and the rest of the guys soon :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I almost DIED.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher says that she's gonna call our parents if we fail the next math test, which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'll have to research the various ways of committing suicide =.=&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll DIE tomorrow in class. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Oh ya, I received a totally unexpected phonecall yesterday while on my way to CLB lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought it was my Chem teacher. Then I thought it was somebody conducting a survey for Nanyang Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I corrected my blur brain and realised Ngee Ann Poly was calling me regarding the Direct Poly Admission (DPA)!!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda nervously asked what course had I been shortlisted for and to my utter utter disbelief, the lady on the other end said that I had been shortlisted for the Mass Communications course!!&lt;br /&gt;I had expected them to be calling for my second or third choice. I mean, it's my first choice I'm getting. I had almost forgotten/ given up on DPA luh.&lt;br /&gt;So, the lady asked me to take down some details but I couldn't as I was about to alight from the bus so she said she would call back later.&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 10 minutes later, in my second school, she called back and I got the details.&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Dance*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know I'm really long winded, but what can I do? I'm all about the details. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Should I reopen my blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more poison&lt;br /&gt;Killing my emotion&lt;br /&gt;I will not be frozen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is my remedy, remedy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7165422452090746634?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7165422452090746634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7165422452090746634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7165422452090746634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7165422452090746634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/remedy.html' title='Remedy'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SnASb-mRxVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xm5QntnlR4Q/s72-c/P15-06-09_16.53%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-5705731183725993161</id><published>2009-07-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:53:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Hello! Long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;It's just about one week, yeas? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oka, quick one here??&lt;br /&gt;My naval piercing was sore when I woke up today, and my tragus was giving me a headache again.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like ripping out my piercings as I felt like shit when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, taking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so throughout the day, they felt sore.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my tragus, gosh I was meddling around with it the entire day as I really couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went good and showered, I had a sea salt soak, which is spa for my piercings, really.&lt;br /&gt;After that was done, I figured my tragus was really a nuisance and I decided to resort to a more serious measure.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know some of you will be protesting with what I did but here it is anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I took my scissors, fit the blades into my tragus ring and forced opened the blades and the ring.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to give up but I noticed that the ring was indeed opening so I carried on and after a few minutes, the ball finally dropped!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I had stopped to prepare boiled water first.&lt;br /&gt;Took the ring out and dropped it into the boiling water with a piercing stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out and showed my father the wound and told him what I did.&lt;br /&gt;My poor father looked so worried. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if it hurt and if I needed a doctor to help treat it.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I said no need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright Dad!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my room, I cleaned up the open piercing with sea salt water and then cleaned my metal. By clean, I mean dropping it into hot water and hot sea salt water. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I put the stud in and not the ring. Tried putting the ring in but it was kinda difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so the stud is in place now and it's kinda feeling better? Well, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promised myself I would sleep earlier today so night night!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5705731183725993161?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5705731183725993161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5705731183725993161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5705731183725993161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5705731183725993161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/piercing-update.html' title='Piercing update!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4964283502440191359</id><published>2009-07-16T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:48:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sl88qaDrGKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/akw6cO2iFfk/s1600-h/Photo019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sl88qaDrGKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/akw6cO2iFfk/s320/Photo019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359068780841080994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello, I'm Kimmii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what I'll soon become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4964283502440191359?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4964283502440191359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4964283502440191359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4964283502440191359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4964283502440191359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-im-kimmii.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Sl88qaDrGKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/akw6cO2iFfk/s72-c/Photo019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-1236518885172113892</id><published>2009-07-13T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:50:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Hello, reader.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I won't be blogging as frequently as before and it will be mid November that I will be back in full force, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;I'll still update every now and then, when I feel like it, or when something exciting/wonderful/great/interesting happens.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exiting the stage for a short  intermission simply because I have to direct my energies and mind to more important things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just a phase that I'm going through that I don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cares&lt;br /&gt;xoxo KIMMII&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1236518885172113892?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1236518885172113892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1236518885172113892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1236518885172113892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1236518885172113892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye_13.html' title='End of Chapter'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2772503227645367486</id><published>2009-07-08T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:18:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Death.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;It's not permanent. It's not even real.&lt;br /&gt;If death was real, we wouldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be memories left for us to shed tears over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael, why didn't you stay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all over the news, the television's airing your memorial service.&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;My heart refuses to accept that you've gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that you've gone on a long vacation, where you would finally be able to find your lost childhood.&lt;br /&gt;A happy childhood.&lt;br /&gt;A happy life.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you won't be lonely, and a place where you are accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will ever, ever replace you.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, I miss you and you'll remain with us forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Never Ever Land.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2772503227645367486?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2772503227645367486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2772503227645367486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2772503227645367486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2772503227645367486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-for-now.html' title='Gone for now'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5557441932165388106</id><published>2009-07-08T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:49:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No seafood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;Yo! Here to update.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving today was a really remarkable feat.&lt;br /&gt;There were EIGHT periods of Math today!! That's 4 hours of non-stop, hardcore Math okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, I'm alright, no damage done.. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I had a seafood dinner for today =.=&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to consume seafood for the first one month after piercing!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;When I remembered, I helped myself to another piece of fried prawn =.-&lt;br /&gt;I ate seafood on Sunday too. Tobiko and Ebiko is seafood right?&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitches get stitches&lt;br /&gt;End up in ditches&lt;br /&gt;Get the riches&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5557441932165388106?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5557441932165388106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5557441932165388106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5557441932165388106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5557441932165388106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-seafood.html' title='No seafood!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-677015894637918796</id><published>2009-07-07T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:37:05.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge Eating?</title><content type='html'>Am I binge eating??&lt;br /&gt;I ate noodles, a mcwings meal, half a can of campbell soup and 12 squares of cadbury chocolate today.&lt;br /&gt;Fark is this binge eating??&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back to blog later, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-677015894637918796?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/677015894637918796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=677015894637918796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/677015894637918796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/677015894637918796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/binge-eating.html' title='Binge Eating?'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3234819487679710025</id><published>2009-07-05T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:49:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping soon..</title><content type='html'>Hi hi! It's late but I'm not asleep yet so I figured I should just hop here and update a little :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Tampines One with Mum and Sis and had lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling grumpy cuz I was uber hungry.. Hee hee :3&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at 'Say cheeze' finally, after wanting to dine there since it opened.&lt;br /&gt;The food is really nice :) Gosh, I'm getting hungry just thinking about what I ate just now.&lt;br /&gt;I want cheese! Loads and loads of cheese!! Yea, I'm going back there one day.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home.&lt;br /&gt;Was full so I didn't eat dinner but my whole family, including me went to Giant supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing Michael Jackson songs and videos there and I had to control myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;I got a little teary though.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Michael :(&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff then went home at around 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3234819487679710025?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3234819487679710025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3234819487679710025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3234819487679710025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3234819487679710025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-soon.html' title='Sleeping soon..'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3984003306192488264</id><published>2009-07-03T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:16:07.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverse Navel Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=purple&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today, school ended at 12.30pm and there were no extra classes afterward.&lt;br /&gt;As I've saved up enough to finally get pierced, I decided to go for it today instead of next week.&lt;br /&gt;After school, Sara and Xin Yi accompanied me to my house as I had to get my cash.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to Simei's Eastpoint Mall for lunch at '18 Chefs'.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nice ambience, nice food, a really great hangout for us.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is opened by 18 ex-convicts by the way, hence the name.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Xin Yi ate cheese baked rice while I had dessert.&lt;br /&gt;We're so going back there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, took bus 5 to Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;We were searching for a washroom and after our toilet break, proceeded to Primitive Art Tattoo and Piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the shop, and I told the lady that I wanted my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;This would be my official first body piercing and first needle piercing as well.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I wanted the bottom done and not the top part.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to show her my belly and asked why not the top part, like her's as she showed us.&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me what type of stud I wanted, and told me that piercing with a plain barbell costs $55.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what other studs are available and she showed me the various ones they carried.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I decided on a plain light turquoise barbell.&lt;br /&gt;Initially almost chose a pink one, but changed my mind to the light turquoise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choosing, I was required to fill in a form with my particulars and health status.&lt;br /&gt;Signed it, then paid for the piercing.&lt;br /&gt;After that, she escorted us next door to where I'm going to get pierced.&lt;br /&gt;We were making some noise as Sara and Xin Yi were nervous about recording the piercing process.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted them to help me record but only one was allowed to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male piercer, whose name I believe is Idil but I'm not so sure, came out and told us to come back in 10 minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;Went out, and talked about piercings, and who was supposed to help me record.&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, the piercer called me in.&lt;br /&gt;Went into a small room in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;Sara, who was chosen as the camerawoman, wasn't allowed to go in the room after all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the piercer closed the door and asked me to lie on the 'dentist chair'.&lt;br /&gt;He explained to me aftercare procedures.&lt;br /&gt;After some preparation, he asked me to stand up so that he could mark the spot where the needle will pierce.&lt;br /&gt;After marking me up, he asked me to look in the mirror to check.&lt;br /&gt;I looked, and it looked okay, so I lied back down on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really see the process as I wasn't looking when he pierced my navel.&lt;br /&gt;But I know he clamped the part where I was to be pierced, then positioned the needle.&lt;br /&gt;Said the obligatory "Take a deep breath", and the needle went though, slowly I think.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it did hurt a bit and I was squeezing my eyes shut and my eyes got a little teary.&lt;br /&gt;The needle was through and all that was left was to feed the jewellery through it.&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the jewellery through the piercing hurt a little too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few minutes, the piercing was done.&lt;br /&gt;I was throughly satisfied to finally get pierced once again after some time.&lt;br /&gt;Went out where Sara and Xin Yi were waiting for me in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;They said they were getting worried when they couldn't hear anything coming from the piercing room.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks they should get worried if they hear me screaming my ass off in that room :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out, and we talked about piercings again.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around like some retard, pulling my skirt away from my belly.&lt;br /&gt;Har har.&lt;br /&gt;Sara found out that she was allowed to pierce her second lobe and Xin Yi wanted to do so too but didn't have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to a accessory shop and I offered to lend Xin Yi money for her piercing today if she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after some persuasion from Sara and I, Xin Yi agreed and we went to 77th Street.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda had to drag her cuz she was nervous and insisted on Sara joining her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to get her on the chair though ;3&lt;br /&gt;She chose the type of studs and planted her ass on the chair before she changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi paid half of the cost while I paid the other half.&lt;br /&gt;The lady marked out the spots as usual and asked her to check if it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I helped her check too and yup, it was perfectly fine :)&lt;br /&gt;So Xin Yi was grabbing my arm while she got her ears done.&lt;br /&gt;Right ear first, then after the left side was done, she suddenly yelped 'Gah!'.&lt;br /&gt;Her exclamation was so darn adorable it sent Sara and I into hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not exactly hysterics, that would be exaggerating, but it was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;Even the salesgirl was smiling, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara says she's gonna get her's done only when either one of us gets something pierced, which I believe would be after the O Level Oral exam?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Xin Yi and I aren't gonna let her go without her getting pierced!&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Xin Yi and I took the same bus home afterward while Sara took a different one.&lt;br /&gt;We talked alot about piercings on the journey, as well as a little about cars.&lt;br /&gt;Alighted and arrived home earlier than expected, around 5.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really good day :)&lt;br /&gt;My decision to get my navel pierced today was rather unexpected, but I'm totally loving the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop here now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3984003306192488264?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3984003306192488264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3984003306192488264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3984003306192488264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3984003306192488264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/navel-piercing.html' title='Inverse Navel Piercing'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8025008945889372152</id><published>2009-07-02T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:09:43.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a boxed rice set</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Yea, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;Clap,&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna get pierced next week.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can.&lt;br /&gt;Clap,&lt;br /&gt;Homework homework homework.&lt;br /&gt;Geez honey, so much homework, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Clap,&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my screwed up fuck of a fringe cut today.&lt;br /&gt;Looks better now, though I'm not sure if it's still screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Clap,&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely volatile these days and am giving practically everyone attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if they interrupt my thoughts or speak bullcrap.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not a fucking saint, sorry to disappoint you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;In denial.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8025008945889372152?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8025008945889372152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8025008945889372152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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school reopened.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz........... Can barely concentrate during math. Like mad okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kimmii tak-glam sia since school reopen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Ahem, I'm so looking forward to 16th July.&lt;br /&gt;Any idea why??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz 16th July is the day that 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' is screening in cinemas in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the 6th film in the series and the book is my favourite among the 7 in the series.&lt;br /&gt;So that means, EVERYONE HAS TO CATCH IT OKAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not booked yet so if you wanna watch the movie with me, just tell me lor.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaharr!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8517430015092884088?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8517430015092884088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8517430015092884088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8517430015092884088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8517430015092884088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-by-friday.html' title='Dead By Friday'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4750997652547792466</id><published>2009-06-29T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:34:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pure semen diet..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Hello and welcome to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I'm going to educate you readers further about certain things in life you may or may not have pondered over..&lt;br /&gt;And today's question is..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Is it possible to survive on a pure semen based diet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;This question popped up in my mind when I was reading a novel the other day.&lt;br /&gt;(Reviews for that novel will be out soon on my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, I was thinking and I was like, whyever not? Why wouldn't it be possible to survive on a diet of semen?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm assuming that you already know what semen is.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what the term is refering to, ask your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised this question to a couple of my friends today and they were amused to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, for everyone's convenience and in the name of mankind, I decided to head home to google it.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find an answer and you can read all about it here!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;According to http://forums.isteroids.com, contrary to certain beliefs, semen is NOT packed with calories or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;An average man ejaculates about a teaspoonful of semen when he does so.&lt;br /&gt;Each teaspoonful of semen contains about 200-500 million sperm.&lt;br /&gt;However, each teaspoonful will contain only 5-7 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm only makes up about 1% of semen, so what makes up the 99%?&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to the website, the other ingredients are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fructose Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C)&lt;br /&gt;Citric Acid&lt;br /&gt;Enzymes&lt;br /&gt;Protein&lt;br /&gt;Phosphate and Bicarbonate buffers (Bases)&lt;br /&gt;Zinc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Sounds like ingredients for some fruit juice or tangy candy eh?&lt;br /&gt;Answering the question, semen is no substitute for a proper diet unless you're really keen on gulping down gallons of the stuff everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Icky.. To me. But to some others, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another answer is that having a semen diet results in what is known as a Negative calorie gain. As semen has a low nutritional value, you're actually using more energy to eat (swallow) it than gaining energy from it.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my own conclusion here is that semen is of the same category of food as celery, garlic and lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;They're all negative calorie food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you're a guy and have the weird idea of consuming your own sperm as a quick snack, note that the amount of energy you use to produce the sperm is actually more than what you'll gain from drinking your own semen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that if you're trying to lose weight and slim down, the semen diet is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're a female, all you have to do is to find some willing contributors to your sperm stock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if sperm banks will sell packs to you.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you're a guy and are willing to swallow your own body fluid, good on ya!&lt;br /&gt;You'll get a work out producing the semen and also benefit from negative calories!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just presume that semen is really filling.&lt;br /&gt;Simply get a tablespoon ready.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Well!&lt;br /&gt;The information I've just provided you was enlightening, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this concludes today's post.&lt;br /&gt;Go off feeling smarter and remember to tell all your friends about what you've just learnt from Kimmii's wonderful blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cares,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo KIMMII!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4750997652547792466?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4750997652547792466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4750997652547792466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4750997652547792466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4750997652547792466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/pure-semen-diet.html' title='A pure semen diet..?'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1298130072716094690</id><published>2009-06-29T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:56:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Rawrerrs!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was back to school day.&lt;br /&gt;There were teachers stationed everywhere, starting from the school gate through which I walked through.&lt;br /&gt;All the students had to pass through a mass temperature screening at the concourse before heading straight up to class.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool la, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was slightly slacky today, which is a good riddance, for I would kill if they expect us to use our brains today.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I less than 4 hours of sleep yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I slept during Geography.. Really couldn't help it, what with the air conditioning and the comfortable environment.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher didn't even scold me, surprisingly, even when I was blatantly napping in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to stay in class for recess and my school had ordered catering for us.&lt;br /&gt;We were each given one packet of bee hoon. (I might have gotten the name of the noodle wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;I have a photo of our meal but blogger is being anal.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just a glitch cuz I'm using my handphone to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Quite okay actually, despite it's plain appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher had to escort the classes to the main gate. We're like tourists/V.I.Ps.&lt;br /&gt;I went with Evelyn and Shi Qi to Techview Cafe after school for lunch and went home afterward.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the food at Techview Cafe today SUCKS. Seriously, not nice to eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;Tastes weird okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later to blog about another topic, so stay with me for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;See yo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1298130072716094690?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1298130072716094690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1298130072716094690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1298130072716094690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1298130072716094690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-story.html' title='Today&apos;s story'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4567708691207447557</id><published>2009-06-28T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:24:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dear friends, there's school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Except for those who are planning to skip school tomorrow.. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; looking forward to going back, to see my friends altogether again..&lt;br /&gt;How exciting! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that Tuesday's outing to various institutions of education isn't cancelled =/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried buying vodka the other day.&lt;br /&gt;The 7-11 aunty didn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;She's such a responsible citizen of the country.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she just wants to keep her job and not get arrested.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;To psb, KELLY and Sara from my tagbox...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Hi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4567708691207447557?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4567708691207447557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4567708691207447557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4567708691207447557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4567708691207447557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school-tomorrow.html' title='Back To School Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7356289324837992080</id><published>2009-06-27T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:36:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Jacko</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after a rather long while.&lt;br /&gt;Just got my handphone back from servicing just now.&lt;br /&gt;All better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years old was way too young for a great musician like you to go.&lt;br /&gt;But you went away anyway, leaving behind a legacy of our time.&lt;br /&gt;You're the Elvis of our time and you gave us your music, our happiness, at the expense of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you passed on is to us the day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;I refused to accept that you've passed away when I heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;You were one of my favourite singers and will continue being so.&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll have peace in death, finally, after all the horrible things that have happened in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You will live on in your music and videos, as well as in our hearts and memories.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Michael, and farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your candle burnt out long before&lt;br /&gt;your legend ever did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7356289324837992080?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7356289324837992080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7356289324837992080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7356289324837992080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7356289324837992080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-jacko.html' title='R.I.P Jacko'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8626001252017416564</id><published>2009-06-21T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:10:33.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yo, didn't update since Thursday cuz I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Here's an update for those who wanna know about my miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad found out about my tragus piercing on Friday, but amazingly, I didn't get murdered.&lt;br /&gt;Sara thought I had a cool dad LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity with my family and bought the tickets for the 7pm screening for 'Drag Me To Hell'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, it's my second time watching it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, I wanted to buy a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;But ended up not buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for next month for my spending limit to reset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a boring story short, went into the GV Max theatre and watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you, the sound system there was absolutely deafening.&lt;br /&gt;But totally satisfying still ;3&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm now half deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was my second time watching it, I still kena shocked by the super sound.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Funny sia, got one malay guy during the car scene shouted "Only a handkerchief also can sia, stupid!" in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;He macham chua tio but cannot tahan cuz chua tio by a handkerchief -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was shouting at the girl in the movie la.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went for a late dinner, or supper, at Superdog.&lt;br /&gt;The fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Had a bacon lovers burger cuz I decided to heck care and eat like a motherfking pig.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad discovered that I got pink hair =.=&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky right?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, they didn't scold me AT ALL WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, done ass with for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition and today, a different teacher was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, bus-ed to City Hall to meet my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't call them or answer their calls cuz my phone currently has a stupid problem.&lt;br /&gt;Met them at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tea at some restaurant I forgot the name.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a California themed restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Had a really good tea with their damn good mudpie and oh so sinful ice cream shake.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I put on 2kg just by drinking that shake okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, walk..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy anything, and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home at an extremely early time of 7pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed, even my mum knows that I have pink hair and even MY MUM didn't scold me.&lt;br /&gt;I think they thought it was pink spray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here now, see ya soon goondussszxxczzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahh.. When can I go for my Shesha..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8626001252017416564?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8626001252017416564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8626001252017416564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8626001252017416564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8626001252017416564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5975293905471485904</id><published>2009-06-18T20:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:41:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary School Meetup!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Today was a wonderful day :)&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Aisha, Michelle, Diyana, Norazian, Eddie, Suffian, Faris, Hassan, Webster and Asshidique.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. I think I spelt some names wrong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at Eunos MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the platform then went back down again cuz I accompanied a foreign couple there.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to get to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a nice girl :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Orchard and walked to Shaw Tower.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch around there at Mac after purchasing the tickets for..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Yessa finally got to watch it!! :3&lt;br /&gt;Ash couldn't watch it cuz he had classes and went off early.&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with the girls.. Then went into the theatre at 2.45pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;The movie wasn't as scary as many people claim it is.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the movie wasn't even scary luh, it's more like a comedy to me..&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks it's one of those new genre type movie, those horror-comedy type?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing throughout the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha went out barely 20 minutes into the movie luh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was gonna come back but no.. She didn't&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and I are gonna strap her to her chair the next time we meet up and watch a horror flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first movie which got so many reactions with the people watching it in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Throughly, sincerely enjoyed it..&lt;br /&gt;I love it when people scream.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-ahem spoiler ahead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do some justice, the first scene when the small boy was being dragged to hell, was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the screams of the little boy.. Kinda disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, it was cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really recommend it to anyone who's interested in these.. Dark arts things.&lt;br /&gt;Curses, Mediums, Ahmas.. Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;Really good MUST WATCH movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;However, I fail to understand why this movie was given only a PG rating.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it should be NC16 luh.&lt;br /&gt;I pity parents, who went into the theatre thinking it would be good to expose their tots to horror at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;More like they will grow up to be mentally disturbed teens.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, those with kids took their children out of the theatre soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;And poor children who had to sit and suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone must've bribed an officer to give the movie a PG rating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess where Aisha was..&lt;br /&gt;She was watching..&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH MONTANA!!&lt;br /&gt;And she was laughing about it when I told her I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she was like.. The anti-Hannah Montana activist.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;After the flick, went to Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we split up with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around abit then stopped at a hair extension shop.&lt;br /&gt;Was contemplating.. Then I suggested that we go up to see the other shops cuz they might be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;So we went up.&lt;br /&gt;Was contemplating whether to get extensions..&lt;br /&gt;Diyana went for it, then I decided to go for it after Aisha said she was gonna get it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, three of us got extensions, and all three of us chose pink :)&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the blonde, but decided to go pink in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Finally got extensions!!&lt;br /&gt;Have to buy the black hair spray before I get busted.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;Smsed Sara and Rosi while I was getting my hair done, and they didn't believe me!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around somemore, then slacked outside.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some food luh.. I bought bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Chat, slack, blah blah then proceeded to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home with the girls and arrived home relatively early.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;I was supposed to use my lappy, but my mother said no and told me to go do my work.&lt;br /&gt;As if I will do. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I am. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually reading up about Venice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Venice is a really nice place, I'm so gonna visit it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a really great enjoyable day out guys :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet up soon again, and plans on that BBQ are so on alrights!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KIMMII wants to play pool and go for a Shesha session.&lt;br /&gt;Who's free and willing to pei her, jio her out!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5975293905471485904?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5975293905471485904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5975293905471485904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5975293905471485904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5975293905471485904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/primary-school-meetup.html' title='Primary School Meetup!!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-727583669290818878</id><published>2009-06-17T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:10:39.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivocity, I like it here</title><content type='html'>Hello freaky reader!&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Vivocity now.. Sitting outside of Sushi Tei, waiting for my mum to REPLY MY SMS and PICK UP MY CALL.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ah lucky there's wifi here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines Mall in the morning with my sister to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Sara and Xin Yi there cuz the initial plan was to sneak out to watch with them ma..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, watched 'Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'. It was a great movie which evoked some emotions in me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha I wish I was Connor or something.. And Connor's uncle is so damn cool okay!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish for so many things..&lt;br /&gt;Jump.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, dined at Seoul Garden. Been some time since I dined there. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky this time the oil didn't splash into my eye :)&lt;br /&gt;Ate until I wasn't sure if I was full or not.&lt;br /&gt;But yea, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went up to the balcony, where unfortunately, we didn't have any popcorn to burn. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Century Square.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a new lighter at first, but ended up not buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;Saving up for a real Zippo, yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sara and Xin Yi and I went our seperate ways and I MRT-ed to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Might update again later, I'm gonna go do some other stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-727583669290818878?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/727583669290818878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=727583669290818878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/727583669290818878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/727583669290818878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/vivocity-i-like-it-here.html' title='Vivocity, I like it here'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2140316581297690279</id><published>2009-06-17T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:17:37.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reverse the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Scrabble&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;is one of my favourite games and I just finished playing two rounds with my mum and sis.&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble has 100 little tiles with a single letter printed on each of them.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a mess, with billions of neurons scattered and messed around.&lt;br /&gt;Alike the game, I wanna arrange the neurons, put my mind back together.&lt;br /&gt;Build bridges and blocks.&lt;br /&gt;Life's so much easier when you have less to think about and your mind is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories should be wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;/reformat.exe&lt;br /&gt;Then the world will be a much brighter place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of heightened despair and pain, the world looks darker and more monochrome.&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I'm a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;I get depressed over the smallest, least insignificant things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I keep doing stupid things that I'll regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee, stupid Kimmii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Primary 6 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Deja Vu much?&lt;br /&gt;And I shouldn't bore you with my nonsensical prattle.&lt;br /&gt;That's it then.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be catching a movie tomorrow with Sara and Xin Yi..&lt;br /&gt;And I will be in my school uniform..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2140316581297690279?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2140316581297690279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2140316581297690279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2140316581297690279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2140316581297690279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/reverse-time.html' title='reverse the time'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-6955919785910672142</id><published>2009-06-16T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:28:05.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Boredom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;That's that one word. Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather go to school now than&lt;br /&gt;wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;watch television.&lt;br /&gt;use the fugging internet for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I'm starting to hate the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I seriously am going to suffer tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Another whole day of rotting slowly at home.. Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;I have homework to do but I can't do my homework when I'm in such a horrid mood like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go out before I die at home.&lt;br /&gt;Fug.. Dying. Dying. Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking going mad here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today's a horrible day I swear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6955919785910672142?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6955919785910672142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6955919785910672142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6955919785910672142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6955919785910672142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7914230342748343668</id><published>2009-06-15T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:15:29.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But wait,</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;It was 11am when I made my way to Eunos MRT station to meet Sara and Rosi.&lt;br /&gt;It has been some time since I went out with Rosi, and yes, happy mood, though nervous for another reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was late once again, but anyways, we took the train to the Orchard station.&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to Orchard Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there at 12pm, bought tickets for the Hannah Montana movie, which started at 12.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Sara treated me to the tickets :) Thanks jie.&lt;br /&gt;Theatre was small, compact, but let me treat it as a happy form of elitism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took neoprints with them after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Damien came over, so took another round of neoprints with him.&lt;br /&gt;The previous machine took prettier pictures, girls.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with our new member of the herd, Damien.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time punching and hitting him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Pasta de Waraku.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and Kendrick came over to see Sara.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up playing a fun game of Hide &amp; Seek there :)&lt;br /&gt;Heck to what people think, lose myself in the running.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being pathetic cuz today was the first time I've really explored the Heeren Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to see the piercing and tattoo shop that I've heard to be "The Best in Singapore".&lt;br /&gt;Was tempted to get something pierced. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, wanted to go to Far East Plaza around 5.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. Damien and Rosi split from Sara, I and the two guys.&lt;br /&gt;I went to "Primitive Art Piercing &amp;Tattoo" to finally get my tragus checked out.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, after much procrastination of like one month?&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my sea salts from there :)&lt;br /&gt;I like things that look medical and sterile.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and was tempted to get something pierced once again!&lt;br /&gt;Was really tempted to go get my navel done there and then okay!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Then we went to stand outside of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really jumpy and nauseous cuz I was supposed to meet Jonathan at The Cathay at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, no, I wasn't nervous to meet him or whatever, it was just that I would get assasinated by my parents should I return home too late.&lt;br /&gt;It was just that.. I didn't want to risk anything, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jonathan and I were supposed to watch 'Drag Me To Hell' there.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I cancelled the date with him.&lt;br /&gt;And ended up feeling dead guilty about cancelling last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, stupid guilt thingie!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah I swear I've gotta make it up to you one day, Jonathan!!&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't figured out what just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to buy drinks, back with Rosi and Damien.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and the two guys went off cuz Sara had to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;So three of us continued walking and then decided to travel to Funan the IT Mall just cuz Damien wanted to eat Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;I know, absolute wtf.&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to City Hall then walked to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell was gone -.-&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat anything after all, simply walked around, taking everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't often that we get to stay out till that time.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to Raffle's City after walking out the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;We were actually heading towards Clarke Quay until I pointed it out.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;J.Co, walked around abit, then went home at around 8pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home near to 9pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Nice day out I should say :)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when's the next time I can go out like this again.&lt;br /&gt;What, after the O Levels??&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Well, I've a class reunion on Thursday.. At Orchard too.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to that eh.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Sayos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe it's because you danced too long and danced too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Your heels broke and your feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're high on Ecstasy and on the floor way down low.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the doubt, keep your eyes on the color.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Today you live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play pool!!&lt;br /&gt;Who's free to play, jio me out before I rot to death at home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7914230342748343668?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7914230342748343668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Nerve kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Nervous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;is exactly how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so nervous, so anxious, up to the point where that nervous energy makes you feel nauseous?&lt;br /&gt;That nervous energy can be so strong that it makes you hallucinate, and the real becomes surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Reality as real as you may think.&lt;br /&gt;Reality doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky if you have never experienced this effect before.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous to the point where somehow, there's a little voice urging me to stop at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Because that can't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe it's actually gonna happen but oh, it did.&lt;br /&gt;You realised you screwed something up and now there's no u-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn back.&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of hope, hey it's not gonna be as bad as you think it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Reality, surreality.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, it's not gonna come true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And that energy just rips you apart and you wish you didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most happening thing in town.&lt;br /&gt;Getting your life screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the caravan.&lt;br /&gt;You're in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;Rapid rush pushes through your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take it, you have to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am in the morning, who's there to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sleep here and wait for the monsters to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello Mum, Hello Dad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm your daughter and I just had a nightmare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7313105295899019167?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7313105295899019167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7313105295899019167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7313105295899019167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7313105295899019167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/nerve-kill.html' title='Nerve kill'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3978214962977864598</id><published>2009-06-14T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:43:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;As of 14th June 2009, 1339 hours, Singapore has 34 confirmed cases of Influenza A (H1N1).&lt;br /&gt;All 34 cases, except for one who was a close contact of a confirmed case, are imported cases with travel history.&lt;br /&gt;Several persons were flown in from Melbourne back to Singapore after attending a wedding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case number 30 is a 16 year old girl who attended the wedding in Melbourne as well.&lt;br /&gt;She had symptoms on 9 June before she boarded the plane, and returned to Singapore from Melbourne on Emirates EK405 at 2350 hours on 9 June.&lt;br /&gt;She was seated at row 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10 and 11 June, she returned to her school, Bedok North Secondary School, to attend some activities.&lt;br /&gt;She was admitted to the Communicable Disease Centre (CDC) at Tan Tock Seng Hospital on 12 June night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further info, go to:&lt;br /&gt;www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/435851/1/.html&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that 16 year old girl is from my school, and Sec 4 as well.&lt;br /&gt;Rumours say that she's a certain someone (whose name I'm not at liberty to mention here), from class 4B.&lt;br /&gt;And if the rumours are true, then I can say that the news saying that she returned to school on 10 and 11 June is true as well.&lt;br /&gt;I can be sure because I saw her on 11 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing next to where she and her friends were having an audition session for my school's BNSS idol with my music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was waiting for my teacher and I believe I stood around or less than 1 metre away from her.&lt;br /&gt;Is that considered as close contact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still feel alright now, so I currently assume that I wasn't infected with the virus.&lt;br /&gt;Will update you, my loyal readers, with my status should anything happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sayos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3978214962977864598?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3978214962977864598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3978214962977864598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3978214962977864598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3978214962977864598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-update.html' title='H1N1 Update'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1726340051415604668</id><published>2009-06-13T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:17:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah bleh!</title><content type='html'>Yo, I'm back peeposs!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THOSE CUCUMBER EYE PADS!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, big eyes!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, received an sms from mum, asking me if I wanted to go for a buffet dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "yay!" cuz my family doesn't usually go for buffet dinners, what with us being small eaters and all.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Attended music before going home to change and all that, then bus-ed and MRT-ed to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Met my dad and sister first.&lt;br /&gt;They bought some stuff at the Suntec IT fair before I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for abit before meeting my mum at Raffle's City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 'Cafe Swiss' at Swissôtel.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner.. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing and saying weird stuff to my family towards the end of our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;As in, joking around, not dancing on tables.&lt;br /&gt;Like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPJxHdXedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bNKm-TSU0t0/s1600-h/Photo146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPJxHdXedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bNKm-TSU0t0/s320/Photo146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839028271905234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPKAUtNYOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AcxfqYhqkEU/s1600-h/Photo147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPKAUtNYOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AcxfqYhqkEU/s320/Photo147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839289526051042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, can't believe I showed you that -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, was extremely bloated, and extremely elated cuz I ate way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to stuff myself further but figured that would just be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Raffle's City a little then went home and by the time I got home, it was almost 11pm I think?&lt;br /&gt;And just went there was an exam on Friday, harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPLcaT3dwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ihaJReS_zwA/s1600-h/Photo143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPLcaT3dwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ihaJReS_zwA/s320/Photo143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346840871578334978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPLcDmGRnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YuswRD75q2U/s1600-h/Photo144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPLcDmGRnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YuswRD75q2U/s320/Photo144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346840865480787570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was PRO ACTIVE and woke up early to get ready for tuition!&lt;br /&gt;Waaah!&lt;br /&gt;But was still late cuz my parents sent me there late -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, gave mum a call and she told me they were at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I pro-actively took a bus to Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;Met my dad there.. He wanted to put some stuff into the car and he forgot where he parked.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the car then put our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Burger King to grab my lunch and I had to queue for 15 friggin minutes just for less than 1 minute of attention from the cashier =.=&lt;br /&gt;Ate a double mushroom swiss burger and a taro turnover, yes I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my mum, sister and aunt with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at 'Dian Xiao Er' again but this time we sat outdoors, which was a good place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was kinda complaining to the waitress about our food being served slow, then I lectured my entire family about being nice to service staff.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the waitress came back with our food, my mum and dad were like super nice to her.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cuz I told them that the waiters can and will spit in our food.&lt;br /&gt;True fact, from Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT MY BEN &amp; JERRY'S OMFGILOVETHEM MY REGULAR SIZE CHOCOLATE EUPHORIA ICECREAM SHAKE OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'm ordering large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, dad and sis went to redeem Vivocity points then my mum, aunt and I were walking.&lt;br /&gt;There was this African booth, run by two African guys.&lt;br /&gt;We went there out of curiosity and I was overwhelmed by the attention I got.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The guy was like "camel bone, bring you luck, many many luck."&lt;br /&gt;So cool cans?!&lt;br /&gt;So I tried on a couple of necklaces which was proven by the guy to be genuine bone when he held a flame to the necklace and it didn't melt or burn.&lt;br /&gt;I offered my lighter when he was searching for his.&lt;br /&gt;And ended up being asked if I smoked when he was attending to me -_-&lt;br /&gt;I said no , then he asked "then why do you have a lighter?"&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I don't smoke. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I bought a necklace while my aunt got one too :3&lt;br /&gt;Go check their booth out, pretty products they have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around somemore. Almost bought a Paris Hilton handbag. But didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;Met my dad and sister later then went home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to going out again!! Which would be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Want to buy loads of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm planning to open a blog shop in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Tag me loads yea?&lt;br /&gt;See ya ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1726340051415604668?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1726340051415604668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1726340051415604668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1726340051415604668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1726340051415604668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-bleh.html' title='Blah blah bleh!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SjPJxHdXedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bNKm-TSU0t0/s72-c/Photo146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8250091322809590666</id><published>2009-06-13T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:59:53.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Therapy</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Back from Vivocity.. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy any clothes blah blah blah CUZ I had no mood to.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to spoil nice clothing with my fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I've been feeling hyper since.. YESTERDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;And.. I'm gonna do eye therapy soon!&lt;br /&gt;My cucumber slices are cool and waiting for me in my chiller!&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not real cucumber slices, it's some eye refresher mask I bought from Watsons just now.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get rid of those unsightly eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;Eyebags, shoo shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back to blog after I'm done with the eye therapy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8250091322809590666?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8250091322809590666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8250091322809590666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8250091322809590666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8250091322809590666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/eye-therapy.html' title='Eye Therapy'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-3295213373678223487</id><published>2009-06-12T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:20:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Now, I'm gonna post about Kok Peng!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to post uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him in AuditionSEA and he was my Audi couple until I became M.I.A this year.&lt;br /&gt;So now he's my ex Audi couple!&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met him, we never spoke to each other throughout the whole meeting and my friends pang sei me in an attempt to get me to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Which didn't work btw.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..&lt;br /&gt;His underwear can fly cuz his underwear drink Red Bull.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, he ask me say this de :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 17 this year and studying in Balestier ITE.&lt;br /&gt;That time say want to find me at my school but in the end never.&lt;br /&gt;Like real luh! As if Balestier very near to my school like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I told him that bird will shit on his head when he walk out of lan shop.&lt;br /&gt;It's retribution cuz I ate KFC today.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then actually I ask him to post about me but he say dunno what to post.&lt;br /&gt;So I post about him first to give him "inspiration".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say, only that he owes me sushi.&lt;br /&gt;OH YA, and his hair very smooth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spray it purple next time.&lt;br /&gt;Or cut it, depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, got inspiration already?&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here, bye bye peepos :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-3295213373678223487?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3295213373678223487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=3295213373678223487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3295213373678223487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/3295213373678223487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post.html' title='This Post'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2253423218728346530</id><published>2009-06-12T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:28:22.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More SPA Exams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;The End&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of SPA Exams is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, Biology and Physics SPA is over!&lt;br /&gt;Yayerss!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, it's not as if the O Levels are already over -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow killjoy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not bother to elaborate about today's Physics exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;in the inside exists, but not in peoples' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Not it's non existant.&lt;br /&gt;People who complain about others being shallow, guess what,&lt;br /&gt;It's a shallow shallow superficial world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;i&gt;who cares&lt;/i&gt; about &lt;i&gt;inner beauty&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;It's a plastic plastic skin deep thing everyone strives for.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be part of the beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody goes round to look at your inner beauty cuz what counts is your looks.&lt;br /&gt;Your body, your face, that's all what matters nowadays, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if everyone's beautiful, then who truly is?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2253423218728346530?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2253423218728346530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2253423218728346530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2253423218728346530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2253423218728346530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-spa-exams.html' title='No More SPA Exams!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-7864048550187377977</id><published>2009-06-11T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:57:13.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Blissful Blissfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I have a lifetime prescription of Prozac pills&lt;br /&gt;Have to swallow them even though I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's giving me laughing gas couple times a day.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like laughing even though I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm attached to a morphine drip 24/7&lt;br /&gt;And is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so ecstatic I ask them to detach the life support&lt;br /&gt;And to perform euthanasia on me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I would die laughing at the suckers left back there on a place called Earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Came back pretty late considering that I have a Physics SPA Skill 3 exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog the next time.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7864048550187377977?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7864048550187377977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7864048550187377977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7864048550187377977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7864048550187377977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-blissful-blissfulness.html' title='Sweet Blissful Blissfulness'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1830494278678532096</id><published>2009-06-10T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:23:42.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Little Things That Amuse Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;As requested and agreed upon to post, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of 'Ten Little Things Which Amuse Me'.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;1) Couples "wrestling" in public places.&lt;br /&gt;By wrestling, I mean extreme PDA-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think it's romantic, love wrestling amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;So extreme PDA loving couples, go ahead and make my day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-0j6SiucI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LthxtuU7tR4/s1600-h/God+kills+a+kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-0j6SiucI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LthxtuU7tR4/s320/God+kills+a+kitten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345689811747518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you see it? It says "Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Think about the kittens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-4XQQOftI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2HrAPEQgfSs/s1600-h/Damn,+i%27m+drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-4XQQOftI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2HrAPEQgfSs/s320/Damn,+i%27m+drunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345693992351596242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves cartoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-4XY3cYoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h4m-_Xbt-yk/s1600-h/Pokemon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-4XY3cYoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h4m-_Xbt-yk/s320/Pokemon.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345693994663568002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Scaring people.&lt;br /&gt;They should see their own faces when they get scared by me, him, her, them, themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Scaring people is the new black!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will I do without people who get frightened easily, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Seeing a guy who gives up his seat for a pregnant woman..&lt;br /&gt;Except she's not pregnant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Guy: Here's a seat ma'am, for you and ya baby.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: What baby?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: The baby ya carrying ma'am. You're preggers aren't ya?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;7) Seeing a guy get beaten up by a pregnant woman.&lt;br /&gt;Or a seemingly pregnant woman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Woman: Why would you think I'm pregnant? I'm most certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well, son of a bitch, if ya not preggers, then what in Jesus' name is tha giant bump at your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I have no bump.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Holy. I haven't seen one tha big since ma cow Dolly gave birth, and boy, was she huge!&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Don't push it.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well, tha can only be one explanation. Ya fat lady. And when I say fat, I do mean fat. Pheew!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;What happened after that was.. Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;And kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;And amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Karate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-90hIV3AI/AAAAAAAAAII/DU3F7xJmuMg/s1600-h/Flying+kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-90hIV3AI/AAAAAAAAAII/DU3F7xJmuMg/s320/Flying+kick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345699992656272386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sensei Nursey demonstrating a flying kick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-93LbGnLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ycKIuB8yfrY/s1600-h/Mae+geri+kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-93LbGnLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ycKIuB8yfrY/s320/Mae+geri+kick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700038368992434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sensei Nursey practising his Mae Geri kick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;No clue as to how it's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys using tampons as effective nosebleed plug absorbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Releasing a silent fart of deadly stench in a crowded lift.&lt;br /&gt;And not admiting it.&lt;br /&gt;And feeling relieved in the inside that no one knows it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Okay, done!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find more little things that make me snigger, smirk, entertain me, or simply laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? Just tag at my tagbox then.&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, it took me nearly an hour just to do this thing on my phone okay! You should be grateful!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1830494278678532096?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1830494278678532096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1830494278678532096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1830494278678532096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1830494278678532096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-little-things-that-amuse-me.html' title='10 Little Things That Amuse Me'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-0j6SiucI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LthxtuU7tR4/s72-c/God+kills+a+kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-5802232441968452926</id><published>2009-06-10T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:53:16.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-XFCOgEkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uMHrwymzIRo/s1600-h/Photo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-XFCOgEkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uMHrwymzIRo/s320/Photo137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345657395464901186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WVN8LLQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-6jnjjowtsk/s1600-h/Photo138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WVN8LLQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-6jnjjowtsk/s320/Photo138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345656573975538946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WU8GodNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5fHhn4Kh_SE/s1600-h/Photo139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WU8GodNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5fHhn4Kh_SE/s320/Photo139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345656569187562706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WU6ZA4TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/U18iaFswWF8/s1600-h/Photo141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-WU6ZA4TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/U18iaFswWF8/s320/Photo141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345656568727789874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos above are not in portrait cuz I can't rotate and upload them on my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomgoshess I look like some FAT VAMPIRE RABBIT IN THOSE PHOTOS!!&lt;br /&gt;And the last photo looks like I have some light red nosebleed of diluted blood -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Today went to school for classes once again.&lt;br /&gt;Then had Biology SPA Skill 3 exam.&lt;br /&gt;The question was quite easy, so I hope I'll be able to score full marks for this.&lt;br /&gt;Lols, well, at least some really really good marks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I then went over to East Coast Park after that to meet Kok Peng.&lt;br /&gt;Sara was so scared to alight from the bus luh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;She thought her mum was in the bus behind us :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought ice cream from Mcdonald's then walked to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for awhile cuz Kok Peng went away to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;He came back then we chatted for awhile, just to catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Kok Peng asked us if we wanted to go to the BBQ pit to sit but we declined cuz we were anti social at that time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Peng hair so smooth okay!!&lt;br /&gt;I never touch luh. It looks smooth -.=&lt;br /&gt;I felt like messing it up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see him I'm gonna spray his hair purple. Heh ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting, Sara and I left to buy slurpee then I went home while Sara went to meet her mum.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping to another topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Beachy Stuff&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I were walking at ECP and our conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Me: Wth I'm imagining a couple having sex on the beach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Sara: Wtf! Don't imagine that you sicko! Wa laoooo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Me: Okay.. Heh. But really leh.. Wth luh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Sara: LOL. Later they are fucking there then the girl goes "What the fark is this wet thing??" then the guy is like "What the fark! I never cum luh!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Me: Lol! "Wth, why wet wet one? You got use condom??" "WHAT condom??"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. We're lame and weird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll.. I'm supposed to blog about '10 Little Things That Amuse Me', but I haven't really gave it any thought yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, take a look at this.. Amusing picture of a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-c6mVqiPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yCMOUgEUYyY/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-c6mVqiPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yCMOUgEUYyY/s320/Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345663813249829106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking just what is so amusing about the picture..&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MIND.&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave it at that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5802232441968452926?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5802232441968452926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5802232441968452926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5802232441968452926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5802232441968452926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-beach.html' title='At The Beach'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si-XFCOgEkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uMHrwymzIRo/s72-c/Photo137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-975430527212341813</id><published>2009-06-09T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:15:52.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Love, See My Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si5gFQ40KcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9d9bHWaeJDU/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si5gFQ40KcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9d9bHWaeJDU/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345315451284236738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we all sing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;And they wait for her to come home one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love turns up in strange places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born in a family of the upper class.&lt;br /&gt;From the window she saw a man.&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy. Homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone fall in love with a homeless man?&lt;br /&gt;She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleam of who he used to be in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out became a regular habit.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't so sure at first.&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone fall in love with a homeless man like him?&lt;br /&gt;She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her stories of the world, of all the things he used to do.&lt;br /&gt;There was no way anybody could lie about all that.&lt;br /&gt;You could see the truth in his eyes, behind the dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought him home one day, made good of him.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of washing up, and a change of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;He became the man he used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him. He loved her.&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt about their passion.&lt;br /&gt;Her family found out about him.&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone love a homeless man?&lt;br /&gt;No status. No wealth.&lt;br /&gt;She loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was turned away, back into the streets which he once roamed aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;She ran out, ignoring her family.&lt;br /&gt;Escape was the only thing on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Status. Wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Why would those things matter to her?&lt;br /&gt;She had been surrounded by those from the moment she was born.&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;She loved him. He loved her.&lt;br /&gt;He told her stories she had never heard off.&lt;br /&gt;The rays were orange, red, yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Who would love that man?&lt;br /&gt;She would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the water.&lt;br /&gt;Fine clothes stained with saltwater.&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Sun ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;A slow stroll.&lt;br /&gt;To the brightness in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;Up to their necks, waves crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss given.&lt;br /&gt;A step taken.&lt;br /&gt;To join the ranks of those who had ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were created to love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come love, see my hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-975430527212341813?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/975430527212341813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=975430527212341813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/975430527212341813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/975430527212341813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-love-see-my-hands.html' title='Come Love, See My Hands'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si5gFQ40KcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9d9bHWaeJDU/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8768076437877242878</id><published>2009-06-09T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:31:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4586aIdjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EwmryaYf_AE/s1600-h/Lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4586aIdjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EwmryaYf_AE/s320/Lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345273526369154610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;This is ME in ten years time! =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8768076437877242878?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8768076437877242878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8768076437877242878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8768076437877242878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8768076437877242878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4586aIdjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EwmryaYf_AE/s72-c/Lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-1583184128640463466</id><published>2009-06-09T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:01:38.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4HHnML52I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9srcHhRR7qs/s1600-h/Rosi+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4HHnML52I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9srcHhRR7qs/s320/Rosi+and+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345217635095930722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rosi and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Yea, I can finally upload images onto my blog using my phone! =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Well, today had mandatory classes..&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I were trying to eat our Carbonara pasta during Physics.&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda successful.. But our food got cold and we had to avoid getting caught by the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my classes now :)&lt;br /&gt;Though both of us were pretty mad during Math just now cuz we were doing this Add Math question while the teacher was teaching another one.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us kept getting called up to do stuff, so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn and I ponned Add Math extra tutorial after the mandatory classes.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Have Biology SPA Skill 3 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Must NOT screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, will be back to blog later perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;See ya! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1583184128640463466?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1583184128640463466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1583184128640463466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1583184128640463466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1583184128640463466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosi-and-i-yea-i-can-finally-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si4HHnML52I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9srcHhRR7qs/s72-c/Rosi+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-7468930361407010032</id><published>2009-06-08T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:08:02.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemphio &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;I have yet to update about Chemphio, so here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoyed the camp very very much.&lt;br /&gt;Really miss it now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mandatory classes in the morning, went to my house with Sara to get some of my camping stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Techview, where we had lunch with Evelyn and Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 2.15pm, Sara and I walked to the 7-11 side to buy some snacks for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn didn't have to go as she's in combined science now.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and reported at the AVA room.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I were like the first few people to go there. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the camp briefing, had a Physics datalogger experiment, followed by a Chemistry datalogger experiment.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that my school had laptops to do science experiments..Until the experiment itself.&lt;br /&gt;Wth right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the datalogger experiments were really fun and easy to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the experiments was the Science Group Games.&lt;br /&gt;We were given slips of papers with the element written on it randomly, and we were supposed to find our group members, as in the Periodic table Group.&lt;br /&gt;Sara got 'K' for Potassium and I wanted it, so she gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Group 1 with Sun Woo, Wei Sheng, Alvon and Xiao Li.&lt;br /&gt;We had this amazing race kinda game, which my group came in first place.&lt;br /&gt;Then was the 'Pyramid Game' which was something like taboo, only with science related words.&lt;br /&gt;My group beat Sara's group in the final faceoff and thus, my group ultimately got first place overall.&lt;br /&gt;Heh ;3 Smart right! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Sara's group got second place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fine, but I couldn't eat much as usual.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was a Chemistry tutorial with Mr Aliff.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I were the last to leave and we got entertained by the three science teachers in the lab with their weird.. Statements and.. Drawings..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we didn't have time to shower as there was only 15 minutes for us.&lt;br /&gt;We can't shower in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to the AVA room, and went down again to wash up and change.&lt;br /&gt;When we went back up, Mr Aliff was asking if anyone wanted the P.E mats to sleep on later.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, only Sara and I wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;So we followed Mr Aliff to get the mats.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Aliff said to Miss Lenny who was in the staff room, "Your two princesses want the mats."&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;By that time I was feeling bimbotic.. A la Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;So spoiled and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Unbecoming of a trained senior in NPCC. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Got the mats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the movie time, we watched 'Stardust'.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, they wanted to screen a horror movie, but in the end, the programme was changed because Sara really couldn't take horror movies .__.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want her to get out of the room so I helped to persuade the teacher. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and both of us were the only girls to sit on chairs during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Hee, as I said, pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at around 12.30am, which was rather early for me.&lt;br /&gt;The girls' bunk was the LTR1 while the boys slept in the AVA room.&lt;br /&gt;We initially wanted to ton with some girls and the guys but in the end didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even get to go on a night walk at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Ate cup noodles, and talked in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Turned in at around 2.45am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0QzuBzfoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/laqgfQI5ssI/s1600-h/Photo138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0QzuBzfoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/laqgfQI5ssI/s320/Photo138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344946813473619586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0Qzzq4vCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/elcc8C2GkVs/s1600-h/Photo139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0Qzzq4vCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/elcc8C2GkVs/s320/Photo139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344946814988106786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am and went down to the shower room to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Took our own sweet time to shower and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Took about like what? Half and hour plus?&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;AS I HAVE MENTIONED EARLIER, absolutely unbecoming of a senior NPCC cadet ;3&lt;br /&gt;Arrived late for the morning exercise and the girls didn't even do the warm-ups anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't play Captain's Ball afterward. Was the reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast, which I couldn't finish then had Biology tutorial with the whole class as most of the combined science people retained pure Biology.&lt;br /&gt;First was the Biology datalogger experiment, which my bench didn't get to do cuz we started earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Miss Lenny said to start the experiment, but she didn't. She simply said to play around with the various functions.&lt;br /&gt;My bench consisted of Darren, Ali, Matin, Sara and I.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lenny came over and scolded us. Alright, but for some reason, she seemed to be scolding Darren in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Guilty =x&lt;br /&gt;Darren then started playing with the laptop. Pinball, as Miss Lenny had told us to "play around".&lt;br /&gt;Then he told us that we were going to do the experiment with 100 degrees celcius water.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't reach a hundred, so settled on eighty degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we were crapping around with the apparatus luh.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of digesting milk was really bad. We were doing an experiment on enzymes by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then during Biology tutorial, I was so tired of the slowness of the class that I was guai lan-ing throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I annoyed anyone with my shoutouts ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, had tutorials for Physics and Chemistry in LTR1.&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeded to the AVA room for a quick debriefing, clean up, then it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 3.30pm at that time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I want another camp!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;English camp, Science O Level camp, Math camp, Humanities camp..&lt;br /&gt;All also can!!&lt;br /&gt;I waaaaant!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okah, gonna stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's another cartoon for ya'all ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0atwoP5PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aLfx-Pkp7TQ/s1600-h/Photo117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0atwoP5PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aLfx-Pkp7TQ/s320/Photo117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344957706208797938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-7468930361407010032?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7468930361407010032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=7468930361407010032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7468930361407010032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/7468930361407010032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemphio-3.html' title='Chemphio &lt;3'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/Si0QzuBzfoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/laqgfQI5ssI/s72-c/Photo138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8104681479190042486</id><published>2009-06-08T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:33:10.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Screwed up my Chemistry SPA Skill 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is definitely on the list.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8104681479190042486?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8104681479190042486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8104681479190042486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8104681479190042486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8104681479190042486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-2340557191636226344</id><published>2009-06-04T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:03:47.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEMPHIO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;Hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Decided to create a seperate post for this piece of good news!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;CHEMPHIO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Alright, it's bad news for some.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Chemphio! Is actually a science camp that my lovely Science teachers put together.&lt;br /&gt;They're so cute, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I was giggling to myself just now as I reread the letter telling us about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;I was imagining my Chemistry teacher brainstorming for a suitable name for the camp.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eureka! How about Chemistry + Physics + Biology?&lt;br /&gt;Put them all together and you get..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;CHEMPHIO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The image was so adorable okay!&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not sure if the name was thought up by her.&lt;br /&gt;It could also be thought up by my Physics and Biology teachers too.&lt;br /&gt;Though you won't see why it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, see here I am, obsessing about the name of the camp -.-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Anyhoo, I would be in this camp which is an overnight camp, until Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;A pretty short camp, and one that requires little physical stamina.&lt;br /&gt;Only mental stamina is needed for this camp, as we'll be planning and conducting several experiments throughout the camp.&lt;br /&gt;*Batteries not included*&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful! =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it'll be uber fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, Sara and I are planning to stay up all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Though I really doubt that we will. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;We'll either be forced to sleep by the science teachers or tiredness will make us doze off quick enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;I still remember one of my NPCC camps, where my friend and I challenged the guys to see who could ton the longest.&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to sleep really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I, and a few other seniors, played cards all night long.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up all the way until about 4am plus.&lt;br /&gt;I then couldn't take it and took a nap until around 5am plus, before we were required to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, good times.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my earlier years of Secondary school :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;See, I'm straying away from the subject again =.=&lt;br /&gt;Summary is: Excited for the camp. Hope it's fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-2340557191636226344?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2340557191636226344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=2340557191636226344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2340557191636226344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/2340557191636226344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemphio.html' title='CHEMPHIO!'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-6448274181152861894</id><published>2009-06-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:40:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid English? I think not.</title><content type='html'>Wow, two girls actually said that my English was lousy and that I really needed to improve my English just now on one of the girls' tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they said that because I tagged in horrendous broken English a few hours before.&lt;br /&gt;After I was criticized about my "sucky" English, I immediately replied on the tagboard, with my usual English.&lt;br /&gt;The two girls continued criticizing my language until Sara came in.&lt;br /&gt;Sara then told them that I, in fact, topped the entire level in the English subject.&lt;br /&gt;There was a little arguement over there, but it was over soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those two girls can choose not believe that little fact Sara dropped, and continue believing that I have poor, sub-standard English.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Poor, unsatisfactory, sub-standard broken English, which I definitely do not possess :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-6448274181152861894?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6448274181152861894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=6448274181152861894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6448274181152861894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/6448274181152861894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/horrid-english-i-think-not.html' title='Horrid English? I think not.'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4256353867210730427</id><published>2009-06-02T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:21:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;Finally!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to post some photos as I'm FINALLY using my lappy!&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, here they are-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUuuhNxc_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xnftt9jpjb4/s1600-h/Photo121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUuuhNxc_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xnftt9jpjb4/s320/Photo121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342727909669958642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lols. Mat Kimchi Siol!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6iCMpWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/31J9vFqPXbk/s1600-h/Photo119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6iCMpWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/31J9vFqPXbk/s320/Photo119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730315071530338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6ZsxulI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NNOYP9rrZYM/s1600-h/Photo118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6ZsxulI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NNOYP9rrZYM/s320/Photo118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730312834202194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6OSABKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55bdmtAeiV0/s1600-h/Photo114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUw6OSABKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55bdmtAeiV0/s320/Photo114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730309769102498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lol Lol Lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUxsvY906I/AAAAAAAAAFo/G6ON3uDoUOU/s1600-h/Photo109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUxsvY906I/AAAAAAAAAFo/G6ON3uDoUOU/s320/Photo109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731177650148258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sara Jie and Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUyYQ7yxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gxXKKCb4WEg/s1600-h/Evelyn+and+me+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUyYQ7yxjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gxXKKCb4WEg/s320/Evelyn+and+me+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731925388969522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and Evelyn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUzJrDOvzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6aF2kL7h1ZE/s1600-h/Photo126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUzJrDOvzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6aF2kL7h1ZE/s320/Photo126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342732774213074738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUzJUxH7yI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u7KpK65JHd0/s1600-h/Photo100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUzJUxH7yI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u7KpK65JHd0/s320/Photo100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342732768231550754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya la ya la. Zi lian la =.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I got ALOT more Zi Lian photos.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't look good in some of them.&lt;br /&gt;2) I lazy to post all.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have to log off soon.&lt;br /&gt;4) I bet you won't wanna look at my face so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I edited the slideshow on the right.&lt;br /&gt;And I edited my playlist too.&lt;br /&gt;Retained some of the old songs, Removed some of the old songs, And added in some new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye peepos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4256353867210730427?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4256353867210730427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4256353867210730427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4256353867210730427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4256353867210730427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuRfUVI33q8/SiUuuhNxc_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xnftt9jpjb4/s72-c/Photo121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35296331.post-8720738856214592270</id><published>2009-06-02T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:54:53.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;Hi yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late this morning..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, woke up early this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crap and was trying to go back to sleep when my sister woke me up by repeatedly pounding on the door for like what,&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;I finally threw open the door feeling pissed and guess what, she wanted to get a cd from my room.&lt;br /&gt;To go to her friend's house to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyways, didn't go back to sleep and instead got up to watch television.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling hungover like mad even though I didn't drink yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Cried while watching a rerun of a local serial on Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor drama serial.. What's that called?&lt;br /&gt;'First touch' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So suay when just got up catch that episode which was really heartbreaking to watch.&lt;br /&gt;But lucky after that was an episode of a rerun of a local comedy series, 'Achar'.&lt;br /&gt;I love local dramas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;After that, got up from the couch to go take a shower, and seriously, I swear, almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;Was having this downright, dizzy pounding sensation in my head and I nearly blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled to the toilet, and I almost vomited.&lt;br /&gt;Keyword is almost.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I didn't puke.&lt;br /&gt;Felt horrible there and then cuz not only did I feel damn nauseous, I also had a really bad stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if that was the gastric Sara kept going on about.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, felt slightly better and showered.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was still feeling sick after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am&lt;/i&gt; feeling a slight headache now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Ah, how to study like this?&lt;br /&gt;What's it doing to my health.&lt;br /&gt;Damn this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later.&lt;br /&gt;By'all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't say I'm not unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Hate Love Hate.&lt;br /&gt;The sound machine is ringing, ringing, ringing.&lt;br /&gt;Hate Love Hate Love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8720738856214592270?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8720738856214592270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8720738856214592270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8720738856214592270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8720738856214592270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-bad-day.html' title='Bad Bad Day'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4537422772887634846</id><published>2009-06-01T23:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:33:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Lol Lol Lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; do self assassination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Anyways, I simply have to rave about the latest novel I have just finished.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;'Snuff' by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;is one not for the kids or the prudes out there.&lt;br /&gt;The novel is deliciously exciting and amusing, and yet disturbing, dark and heartbreaking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around porn princess Cassie Wright, who intends to cap her legendary career by breaking the world record for serial fornication.&lt;br /&gt;On camera, Cassie will screw and fuck 600 men as her final porn movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuff is written in first person form, and is written mainly from the perspectives of Mr 72, Mr 137 and Mr 600.&lt;br /&gt;600 men awaiting their turn to get laid with Cassie, all 600 in one crowded room, and the drama unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although to some, on the surface, it comes by as just an entertaining, erotic read, the novel actually makes me wonder about many things.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching deeper, you'll come to think and brood over what we actually live for, happiness, life itself, the human race, and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Palahniuk is the author of several bestsellers, including the novel 'Choke' which was recently made into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;In 'Snuff', he breaks down all barriers and brushes aside any taboos to weave a read so daring and dangerous, so real yet unbelievable, that it will continue to haunt you even after the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True fact.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;It was recommended in The Straits Times newspaper some time ago by the way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's all now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4537422772887634846?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4537422772887634846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4537422772887634846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4537422772887634846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4537422772887634846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/snuff.html' title='Snuff'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5290674873177255138</id><published>2009-06-01T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:12:48.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Nasi Wawoo Ji Ba Ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sara asked me to blog about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Sara is a HARDCORE CHAO AH LIANNN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As HARDCORE as a GORILLA HUMPING A RHINOCEROS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As HARDCORE AS THE&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE TECHNO SHE LISTENS TO!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-5290674873177255138?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5290674873177255138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=5290674873177255138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5290674873177255138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/5290674873177255138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8744747813380352935</id><published>2009-06-01T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:05:04.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Non Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of the (non) holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do today?&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go study but there's loads of distractions here.&lt;br /&gt;Not loads.. But I'll still find stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Bo bian ma.. Nothing to do -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sara jie ask me go out with her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope can ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is my 200th post.&lt;br /&gt;Lols, hurrah!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8744747813380352935?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8744747813380352935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8744747813380352935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8744747813380352935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8744747813380352935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-non-holidays.html' title='Good Non Holidays'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4285383885366173081</id><published>2009-06-01T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:17:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I need to exercise!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;But I don't know how -_-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, goodnight peepos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4285383885366173081?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4285383885366173081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4285383885366173081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4285383885366173081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4285383885366173081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/06/exercise.html' title='Exercise?'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-1166722990237577388</id><published>2009-05-31T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:28:20.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blah Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for extra classes.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;But I really wasn't hungry and wasn't feeling so good, so didn't eat.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what time went out again.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Novena Square.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, but nothing much to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like the place, to me, it's feels weird being there.&lt;br /&gt;It has this strange vibe..?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Singapore but at the same time, it doesn't feel like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went for dinner at 'Lerk Thai'.&lt;br /&gt;Nice Thai restaurant, but at that time wasn't really that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the yummy food but not so much.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went to a small corner shop, 'Breadbar'.&lt;br /&gt;Sat there to have some coffee and you tiao.&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice also.&lt;br /&gt;Continued walking around.&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought some specialised household cleaning products.&lt;br /&gt;The saleslady really good man. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;The Velocity extension of Novena Square feels more like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, we got out and drove to Mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around.. Was really crowded as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. We bought a couple of DVDs, a weighing scale, and ALOT of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;And I do mean, alot of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Got out when it was almost mid-night and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no Chemistry tuition for today, so I slept in :)&lt;br /&gt;But still felt tired -_- and my eyebags were still there and getting more prominent.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, then went out to have lunch nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Then came home.&lt;br /&gt;Then went out again in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Mustafa because the weighing scale couldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really crowded cuz it was in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Got a new weighing scale then headed to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Walked.. Walked..&lt;br /&gt;Dunno do what la I just followed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Juicy Couture' finally opened an outlet in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just because I haven't been to Taka recently. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Went into the shop to browse and see if there's anything that catches my eye.&lt;br /&gt;But the shop didn't have anything that I particularly fancied.&lt;br /&gt;Will check back next time for new articles of clothing ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at 'Breeks'.&lt;br /&gt;The Avacado Rainforest drink I had there was really good :)&lt;br /&gt;Then continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, walked to 'That CD Shop'.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy 'The Yeah Yeah Yeahs' album but the store didn't carry it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to head to HMV to buy it since I didn't see the album anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-1166722990237577388?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1166722990237577388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=1166722990237577388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1166722990237577388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/1166722990237577388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-blah-post.html' title='Another Blah Post'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-8663717209528977381</id><published>2009-05-31T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:21:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World No Tabacco Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Hello peepos.&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not know it,&lt;br /&gt;But today is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;World No Tabacco Day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;To mark this day, some shops have participated in not selling any tabacco products for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear cheers from the non-smokers and jeers from the smokers.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, smoking is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this slogan yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you think you're a smoker,&lt;br /&gt;You're NOT.&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette is the one which smokes.&lt;br /&gt;You're just the sucker at the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Nice slogan eh?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will continue later.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta and have a wonderful No Tabacco Day ;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8663717209528977381?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8663717209528977381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8663717209528977381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8663717209528977381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8663717209528977381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-no-tabacco-day.html' title='World No Tabacco Day'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-4306173061173164125</id><published>2009-05-31T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:11:59.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Yo, just came home.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later.&lt;br /&gt;Currently loving the song 'Mad World' by Adam Lambert.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-4306173061173164125?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4306173061173164125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=4306173061173164125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4306173061173164125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/4306173061173164125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-327501195444526133</id><published>2009-05-29T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:53:51.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=purple&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess ______________________.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you don't get everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, wait.&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have a life..&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pawn.&lt;br /&gt;An avatar.&lt;br /&gt;A puppet.&lt;br /&gt;A souless husk which floats aimlessly wherever the wave travels towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving it up to them luh.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to fight back already.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to think and do things the way I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche but true : Life Sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually hurts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it literally hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of living on when all you do is bend over to every whim and will of another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch is,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;There's none.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-327501195444526133?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/327501195444526133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=327501195444526133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;While on the bus to Ngee Ann Poly, Paul Twohill boarded it.&lt;br /&gt;As well, you know, he's poly mass comm alumni.&lt;br /&gt;Sara hyperventilated because of that -.-&lt;br /&gt;She was hyperventilating even after we got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Paul alighted at the same stop too of course.&lt;br /&gt;Sara CONTINUED squealing for about, oh.. 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;Yea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at 'The Makan Place'.&lt;br /&gt;Sara and I had Subway once again.&lt;br /&gt;Sara's gonna be a sandwich freak too!&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sara's cousin who studies in the poly took us around on a tour of the campus.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, visited the various buildings..&lt;br /&gt;The campus was nice la.&lt;br /&gt;Really big, with nice facilities.&lt;br /&gt;Though it looks kinda old on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice and spacious really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to come here to the student lounge to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Hah so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Nice air conditioning and that's free wifi throughout the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna stop here.&lt;br /&gt;See you peepos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35296331-8197626010291178665?l=prozacraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8197626010291178665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35296331&amp;postID=8197626010291178665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8197626010291178665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35296331/posts/default/8197626010291178665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacraddiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/ngee-ann-polytechnic.html' title='Ngee Ann Polytechnic'/><author><name>Kimmii Kamikaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588530700957213851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35296331.post-5747036793688328892</id><published>2009-05-28T17:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:33:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttholes, asswipes and the like</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Hello kiddo,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your first lesson on life lessons, where you will learn about everything you need to know to carry you through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic will be focusing on the largest and most superficial muscle in the body, the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Gluteus Maximus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Alright, I do not want this lesson to get too technical, so let's take a look at reality.&lt;br /&gt;Reality meaning, most average humans, have a hidden Gluteus Maximus.&lt;br /&gt;Most people have a thick layer of fat covering the muscle, disappearing what would otherwise be a firm taut behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not here to educate you kids on the human anatomy and the various muscles in the body.&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, this is a life skill lesson, and if you wanna know more about the wonderful Gluteus Maximus, go attend a medical school.&lt;br /&gt;Or google it, cuz you're too much of a moron to enter medical school, or any other school for that matter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;The Gluteus Maximus, is more commonly known as your buttocks, or arse.&lt;br /&gt;There are many variations such as&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Ass, Backside, Booty, as well as "ew wtf is that lump of lard doing at where my gluteus maximus should be?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;However, for this lesson, I would like you to refer this particular organ simply as 'butt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, let's get more in depth with the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;i&gt;butt&lt;/i&gt; is located at the base of your back.&lt;br /&gt;It's that lump of muscle (or fat cells ) above your legs.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;butthole&lt;/i&gt; is actually your anus. But this is a life skill lesson and not a Biology class so I'll call it butthole.&lt;br /&gt;And asshole is kinda offensive.&lt;br /&gt;Your butthole is where your crap comes out.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say the word shit or faeces cuz again, the former is too vulgar and the latter looks like you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Now kiddos, listen up to this.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you take a crap, be sure to wipe your butthole.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT allow any traces of brown crap to stick right between your buttcheeks.&lt;br /&gt;The 'in between your buttcheeks' is known as your &lt;i&gt;buttcrack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the above applies to when there's no water avalible for washing.&lt;br /&gt;If there's water, it is highly recommended that you actually wash your butthole and buttcrack using the clean liquid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;It's pretty darn easy to wash the crap off with water, but not so to wipe the crap off your butt.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have really loose, watery bowels.&lt;br /&gt;Can you spell 'disgusting'?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm here to coach you through this step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, tear off a strip of &lt;i&gt;buttwipe&lt;/i&gt;, or in more technical terms, toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure it's long enough to accomodate to the amount of crap you have on your crack.&lt;br /&gt;Fold it, or crush it, depending on if you're a folder or a crumpler.&lt;br /&gt;( Google the quiz. )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Then, using the obtained buttwipe, wipe the crap off your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not wipe too gently, as it will prove uneffective in the removal of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Also, leading scientists have researched and discovered that wiping your butt too gently will require more buttwipes to fully remove the crap.&lt;br /&gt;( Except they used the words 'Gluteus Maximus' and 'Toilet Paper' in their report. )&lt;br /&gt;Wiping gently would massage the crap into your skin and into your bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, you'll end up with fluid crap as your blood.&lt;br /&gt;Wiping too gently will sometimes result in the non-complete removal of crap.&lt;br /&gt;So you'll smell.&lt;br /&gt;Like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, do not wipe your butt with too much force too.&lt;br /&gt;Wiping too roughly, and with non-premium buttwipes, will tear the delicate, sensitive skin around your butthole.&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in painful, unwanted and awkward bleeding from your butthole.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be crying while slowly clearing crap from your bleeding buttcrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wipe your butthole with just enough force to remove the crap, but not enough force to tear the butthole.&lt;br /&gt;After clearing your crap, dispose of the used buttwipe properly.&lt;br /&gt;Or use it as a special ingredient the next time your dreaded relatives come over.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, those above mentioned leading scientists have suggested that we carry around reusable, washable buttwipes so as to 'Save the Earth'.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, if you're using washable buttwipes, fold the used buttwipe and take it home to wash and use it again the next time.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to pull up your bottoms and you're good to go!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;If you're insecure and wanna make sure, simply use the buttwipe to clean your whole butt.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're having problems memorizing the above information, fret not.&lt;br /&gt;Professor me have come up with several jingles for easy memorizing.&lt;br /&gt;Simply recall these the next time you take a nice big poo:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wipe your dirty brown buttcrack with a buttwipe!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wipe it hard, Wipe it well.&lt;br /&gt;If not, your butthole will start to smell!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Or swell, in serious cases.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br 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