<?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-1199846127508670682</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:10:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Escapades of Jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2443541925498485169</id><published>2009-07-29T15:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:05:17.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE OUT OF MY WAY MOVE! HAHAHAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALAS! MOVED TO YOUR MOTHER'S HOUSE&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst. Theres a puzzle placed on the password of the post, the only hint is below. Those who aren't meant to know won't know. Secret. shhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;+25, -11, +7, (the rest you figure out +/-) 4, 4, 14, 13, 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mind your caps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's important&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I swear, you wouldn't hate me so much if you'd just talk to me, properly. Sit down and talk to me patiently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2443541925498485169?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2443541925498485169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2443541925498485169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2443541925498485169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2443541925498485169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/alas-moved-to-wordpress.html' title='MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE OUT OF MY WAY MOVE! HAHAHAH!'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4432784440238098849</id><published>2009-07-28T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:07:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be a chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Why would I want to destroy something I help build?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm75TBMmKNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nA3pNUTzpQU/s1600-h/chickenwhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm75TBMmKNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nA3pNUTzpQU/s400/chickenwhy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363498311378938066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm76qpeudeI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AGlh982-xto/s1600-h/chickennarcissisttest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm76qpeudeI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AGlh982-xto/s400/chickennarcissisttest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363499816841016802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm763SE2cZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MN11BMCdMaA/s1600-h/chickenmultiple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm763SE2cZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MN11BMCdMaA/s400/chickenmultiple2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363500033896771986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much time to waste right? Hahahaha! This is what happens when you put Jane and her PCT labs together, I upped and went looking for chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: When Love And Hate Collide by Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You could have a change of heart,&lt;br /&gt;If you would only change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4432784440238098849?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4432784440238098849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4432784440238098849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4432784440238098849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4432784440238098849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-be-chicken.html' title='don&apos;t be a chicken'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm75TBMmKNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nA3pNUTzpQU/s72-c/chickenwhy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6333004793107179795</id><published>2009-07-27T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:49:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me all confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"As long as you say we can win, I'll make sure we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! You can't make me feel this way! You can't! I'm a self declared saint! I AM STRONG! You can't! You can't! You can't just do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt; without effort! *whimpy and whiney mode* DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha! Oh this is going to be harder than I thought. I am sucha whimp for you. So whimpy like. Ew. Jane, go ahead and give yourself an ass kicking, like right naaaaaaoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel that whimpy and whiney aint going to get me far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I AM NEVER EVER EVER EVER GOING TO SIT IN MAIN LT FOR MGEN! Oh my gawd. I actually FELL ASLEEP while he was talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah bloody hell, I should go buy 4D or something because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cannot be so coincidental! I don't believe in coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quiz and it said, "Just listen to your heart more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of doing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most sensible thing&lt;/span&gt; all the time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen WITH your heart and you will understand&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself "Listen to my heart? She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; and rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reckless&lt;/span&gt;." (before I looked at MSN). Then someone's MSN nick was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we were young and reckless&lt;/span&gt;" Then someone else's msn PM was "Have some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; in me girl" Then someone else's nick "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now I see&lt;/span&gt; what love means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD!! I am honestly freaked out. If someone else or something else pops up uh. I'll hand them an ass whoopin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm3IpMI4BtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4RSz0TUvi5Q/s1600-h/homer_simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm3IpMI4BtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4RSz0TUvi5Q/s400/homer_simpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163341226772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed CSAS on stupid UTI. Then still got AIMM LAB report. Wah. I feel like homer now. SUPER TIRED SHITLESS. I can't stop thinking about today. Someone stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile. My heart goes out go Gloria Yelzman(spelling error potential).  Every waking day is a miracle, please don't take it for granted. Sometimes I feel so pussified not holding you back and just letting you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need stength of mind and courage of heart! So many people around me need me Father! Please help me to not let them down! Help me to be strong! A little help for the whimpy, whiney one please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: What If I by Bosson&lt;br /&gt;(this man preaches what my heart only dreamed off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tO1uBOJ6dc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tO1uBOJ6dc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm confused,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my mind says I'm a fool,&lt;br /&gt;That it's time to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;But my tears cannot lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart says I'll lose if I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I refuse to give in&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but I'm afraid to start something we can't win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6333004793107179795?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6333004793107179795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6333004793107179795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6333004793107179795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6333004793107179795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-me-all-confused.html' title='you got me all confused'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sm3IpMI4BtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4RSz0TUvi5Q/s72-c/homer_simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2221748337513593259</id><published>2009-07-26T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:28:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you were mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Nothing and no one can take that away from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 365th&lt;/span&gt; post! WHEE! *frolics around* (What he's doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmxCvDd-kZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J6JwWBuOKKs/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmxCvDd-kZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J6JwWBuOKKs/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362734632443744658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED THE HELL WEEK of 2009! I missed a longest eclipse of the century, I had a fworded up friday, I'm so behind in homework and lectures, my first flunked mgen paper, aaaand what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I study Biochem with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;G&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT&lt;/span&gt; shit? *whines* Sometimes, I ought to give myself an ass kicking, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mummy's gone mad! She fed me with HEALTH FOOD. Oh my gawd. Are you serious? Hahaha! I'm prolly gonna die 20 years before my time, I drink(a lot), I smoke&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;(not proud of it at all) and I do not eat HEALTH FOOD(I'm lovin' it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wasn't paying attention when mummy shoved it down my throat. Until my tongue was like "Jane whatever you are making me taste, tastes like HEALTH FOOD!!" *health food siren sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm likka less balder version of homer, except I don't drink beer on the couch in my socks and undies. "Jane, you drink too much." Hahaha! Guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmvZ769EyiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9fdwKtYSreY/s1600-h/homer-simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmvZ769EyiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9fdwKtYSreY/s400/homer-simpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362619404775639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Oh my gawd! I got a Superman shirt too! *falls off chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scusi! I just have one thing to say. My personal life is like HOT TOPIC right? Friday - Pig and Anthea, Saturday - Number2, Leah and Jon, Sunday - Mummy, Eli, Scott, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I'll regurgitate the convos tomorrow. Kinda tired from playing bubble shooting game. Hahaha! So much for staying home to study right? Jane, you are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: If You Were Mine by Marcos Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plzIrNhU9qE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plzIrNhU9qE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your everything and you'd be the only thing that I would ever need,&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell everyone that you are the only one I could ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing I can't live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2221748337513593259?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2221748337513593259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2221748337513593259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2221748337513593259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2221748337513593259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-were-mine.html' title='if you were mine'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmxCvDd-kZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J6JwWBuOKKs/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2864181498225881628</id><published>2009-07-26T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:22:38.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 124% mentally unstable (pffft)</title><content type='html'>I got kinda bored catching up on biochem I decided to do someone's note from FB. Hahaha this note is quite funny! HAHHAHA! Enjoy. Post will prolly be below, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x -yelled not scream] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x -ouch dont try] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[X100] You have been called a blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; stupid chain email] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[X2million] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x - and came out too] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x - all the time!] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just can't stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[X] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x- they're jealous] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are often told to use your 'inside voice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[abacus does wonders] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[X - biochem beckons] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[X - my glasses and i was wearing it (FRAMELESS!)] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. e.g. picks, cards, pens, phones, money, keys etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x - puss alert] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[X- many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; times] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[x - huh?] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[X - look abv] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your total,&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 4,&lt;br /&gt;_____x 4 = ______%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the title as : I'm ____ mentally unstable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2864181498225881628?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2864181498225881628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2864181498225881628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2864181498225881628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2864181498225881628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-124-mentally-unstable-pffft.html' title='I&apos;m 124% mentally unstable (pffft)'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8568708714067583808</id><published>2009-07-25T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:19:11.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, I hope the future looks brighter for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8568708714067583808?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8568708714067583808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8568708714067583808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8568708714067583808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8568708714067583808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-i-hope-future-looks-brighter.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1432280839151223162</id><published>2009-07-24T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:38:58.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"What good is a heart, if you're not going to use it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;243 words for 260 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me just say, it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth be told, I won't say I don't love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;False pretense aside, I love you, I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised to wait and I'll see it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So that you'll believe me, my words are true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, you mean too much for me to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe in leaving things to fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we created something that was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise you, my heart isn't filled with hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No bad intentions for what I did and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promised you to wait, but it's getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hate goodbyes, if I can't see you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really have to let go of this pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried, but it really can't be contained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday's a walk down memory lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm not strong enough, I'm just Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every night I pray that you'll be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, because I hate to see you angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the way to love you, is to set you free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then baby close your eyes and count to three,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise you I'll return your heart and the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't deny that I care for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care if caring is taboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes two to clap, love that means us two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't, not won't ask you to start anew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you'll say our love's long overdued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not an accident or a regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you're a beautiful silhouette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be someone who you'll soon forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But girl don't forget the day our eyes met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more what ifs, no more I could've done better, no more hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: What Good Is A Heart by Code Red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1432280839151223162?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1432280839151223162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1432280839151223162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1432280839151223162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1432280839151223162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-good-is-heart-if-youre-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7113392793482646912</id><published>2009-07-23T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:03:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"My hands maybe tied, my lips maybe duck-taped over, but my heart is for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed today yet I don't. Annoyed is more the word. Irresponsibility from that idiot is causing people so much problems. Tomorrow got 2 tests, 1quiz,  3 tut homework and a project?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a gawddam happy place!) Balls. Screw it, find that happy person. Oh that calmed me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the urge for ass kicking a stupid mut right now you know. Bloody non-halal babi. I study MGEN and AIMM until I'm BLANK. SERIOUSLY. Can chapter 3 get any fucking thicker or denser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my AIMM notes and fall asleep almost immediately. Seriously, I must've jinxed it or something cause this shit is so boring, I'm not even yawning before I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to screw my MGEN &amp;amp; AIMM test in the asses with my pen! Another reason for Alex Lee to pick on me in lab and Annette to pick on me in tutorial. Excuse me while I go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmiBVtUkHyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uk67E3nabQQ/s1600-h/1276_happy+bunny+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmiBVtUkHyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uk67E3nabQQ/s400/1276_happy+bunny+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361677566327660322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways something besides school and grumbling about it. Hands down I thoroughly enjoyed Shopaholic, I feel totally happy after watching it!! I was laughing at every scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! But seriously wait til the credits! I spat my tea at the laptop screen. Can you believe Sasha Baron Cohen(BORAT) gets to wake up to Isla Fisher everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, this world is so unfair. Why do all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; ones and pretty ones go together? That's it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm self declared weird!&lt;/span&gt; (Jane, sorry to burst your bubble, but you're already weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Will You Wait For Me by Kavana&lt;br /&gt;Wholly motherbangala! I lost this song in the States! I finally found it! Hallelujah! I'm so falling asleep to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-JmEmpZ3ts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-JmEmpZ3ts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know I'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tears I cry,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try,&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If I promise not to feel this pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;will I see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7113392793482646912?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7113392793482646912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7113392793482646912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7113392793482646912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7113392793482646912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hands-maybe-tied-my-lips-maybe-duck.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmiBVtUkHyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uk67E3nabQQ/s72-c/1276_happy+bunny+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8231529672431476228</id><published>2009-07-22T15:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:27:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>total "eclipse" of the heart (ha ha ha gettit?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Everyday is a miracle, with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Today wasn't like any other. I woke up a whole hour earlier, no dragging ass out of bed, no grumbling/pleading with myself for five more minutes. Seriously, half of me will be off the bed, half clinging to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun eclipse! Oh my gawd *whines* why do the indians in india and the chinese in china get to see it and not us! I'm not being racial! Okay maybe just abit but tell me who isnt? ANYYWAY, thats not the point, I didn't get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmcDwxrSMcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qCm9G-3E8cw/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmcDwxrSMcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qCm9G-3E8cw/s400/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361258017911353794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COINCIDENCE? I think not! Seriously man. It's starting to freak me out. Like when I think "oh no I wont see _________ not today." the next thing I know, popped whoever became coco krunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cereals, I've been eating FR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T LOOPS for like a week now. And I just realised this MORNING that it wasn't spelt, Fr&lt;s&gt;ui&lt;/s&gt;t Loops, it's FR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T LOOPS. Seriously. I usually look at the transformers on the back of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then absent-mindedly pour milk until my bowl overflows and my mummy nags at me for wasting food. Well kids, remember it's FR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T LOOPS. And I ate like 3/4 of the big box this afternoon, I feel like barfing FR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T POOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much is gross. I think I'm going back to milo balls. Or coco/koko pops. Mini lil rice ball thingamajigs(Jane they're all mini rice ball thingamajigs) okay well smaller rice balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said you'd understand "tomorrow" yesterday, so here is my understanding for you. Hahaha! A poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Words That Were Meant To Be Spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My face will lie but my heart won't even try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My face always denies when my heart cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My face will hide what my heart feels inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My face turns away though my heart wants you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been searching for the words to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to say how I feel about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This feeling gets stronger day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby if you only knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Putting my emotions into words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don't understand why it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if the words don't come out right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one I'm thinking of tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's true when they say the heart never lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see pass this perfect disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look into my eyes and search for my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe then you'll know where it all starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look at you and know what bliss is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believing in you, happiness exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby the best things in life are free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you smile at me, I fully agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro song of the day: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! It's not a sadistic song! It's motherbangala-ingly nice! Beneathe the hard rock beat and what not, the lyrics are quite nice! (Once again, no I'm not deaf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xsp3_a-PMTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xsp3_a-PMTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I was a fool for no one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, I'm a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the queen of the superficial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long before you tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh, you set my soul alight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8231529672431476228?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8231529672431476228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8231529672431476228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8231529672431476228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8231529672431476228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/total-eclipse-of-heart-ha-ha-ha-gettit.html' title='total &quot;eclipse&quot; of the heart (ha ha ha gettit?)'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmcDwxrSMcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qCm9G-3E8cw/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2174621609613235261</id><published>2009-07-21T14:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:27:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bother reading, just listen to the song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Will september come too late? You will believe me when I say..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please don't be like them&lt;/span&gt;, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, please don't be like them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;please don't be like them&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, no one would understand what I'm saying. I'm sure you'll understand tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Cover On My Heart by Guy Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;(Ooooh good music will put me to sleep tonight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jsvoDZGAsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jsvoDZGAsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like my point of existence,&lt;br /&gt;Has vanish with you in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes I'll persist,&lt;br /&gt;Til I see your face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell me why did I keep a cover on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2174621609613235261?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2174621609613235261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2174621609613235261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2174621609613235261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2174621609613235261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-bother-reading-just-listen-to-song.html' title='Don&apos;t bother reading, just listen to the song.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8426460351483629831</id><published>2009-07-20T17:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:24:25.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ball's in your court</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Have we learnt our lessons well enough?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is "make Jane annoyed about no... *cough*... lectures and make Jane study later on" day. Quarantine, yet again. This time it's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; damn class. Someone not happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail stupid Yayah got H1N1. My first reaction was to laugh-out-loud. Seriously, I was laughing then the next thing I know I was cussin' my life away, happily. My "no cuss words" thing just took a vacation, free airline tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed 2hour BIOCHEM lecture. Do you know what that fwording means?! I HAVE TO READ MY NOTES! Jane doesn't do notes like it's the day before a test! *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmSEWmk6LKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RQCBOZrt2aE/s1600-h/1068334529_worldsucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmSEWmk6LKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RQCBOZrt2aE/s400/1068334529_worldsucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554980325076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But happpp....I mean sad to say my quarantine ends today. Hahaha! Tomorrow still got school. Shiok right? I bet Annette must be thinking my class pon her mgen test! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed today! Anthea and I chilled at TeaDot! The tea there is woOoOoOo! (ha ha ha so is the price) We talked non-stop from 12 to 4! Hahaha! Funny, we talked about exes and their hilariousness! Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vague/Random not for y'all "Can this really be coincidence? In such a short time spand and the sudden emotion. Don't tell me! OH MY GAWDDD... are you...no!...yes!" Okay the rest is for me to know and you to itch to know! (bastarding y'all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caaaaaan't be seeeee-rai-us! (Waaalaau) Beepbeepbeepbeep PFFFFT!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA! motherbangala man! This song is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fE4FLy93Bzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fE4FLy93Bzo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Okay this next video is even more!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! "This is mean you call your enemy got no tenticles!" *falls off chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVgfSB3e-QA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVgfSB3e-QA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Hahaha! I'm being scolded for laughing out loud. Wah seriously, MrBrown is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of  the day: Heaven Sent by Keyshia Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7tzNqY5fD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7tzNqY5fD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a piece of me who leaves when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're sent from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one who you believe,&lt;br /&gt;In your heart is sent from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;When love won't let you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8426460351483629831?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8426460351483629831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8426460351483629831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8426460351483629831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8426460351483629831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/balls-in-your-court.html' title='The ball&apos;s in your court'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmSEWmk6LKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RQCBOZrt2aE/s72-c/1068334529_worldsucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-423671875277973245</id><published>2009-07-19T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:57:15.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile for me, and see what I'll do for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You'll never have to feel lonely, my heart will keep you company."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good 'ol sunday mornings. Brilliant! I feel happier today, for no reason at all. Okay got la, but I won't say it. I'll let you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; it. Random: Do you know how I tell when I'm studying too much? When the highlighter I bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; month ago runs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on a sec, the lian in me wants to speak. EuU knoEe horZx, tis signXsignX(science) tingXzx rR bEriEx hUh-aRd 2 gEt leHhzzx y jJOin tis c0urx w0rhxxZ? iIez berIxz tiirezy lorx. dOu 1 sTudZZy cAnxz 0rnOtzx hARh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohkay, that was quite enough grumbling in lianglish. But seriously man. Topic 6 is not funny. It's prolly scarier than having one of my exes stab me ass with a fork. *thinks(again)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I take that back. He/she/they might read this. "PEACE! No forks! PEACE! RAINBOW! PEACE!" *hides behind my pillow with a white flag waving* (Puss.) Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane remember, whimpy and whiney, always wins the fight. HAHAHAHA! OHKAYYY... I didn't just say that, no. Do I look whiney to you huh? Dont say anything, I might start whining. *whines* Oop there she goes, look what you've done! (Puss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought one of those little mystery balls that contain the Mr Men and Little Miss phone accessories thing. I got Mr HAPPY! So happy! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmMm1gD2yQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/POqn8tF_8_c/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmMm1gD2yQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/POqn8tF_8_c/s400/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360170682082052354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I didn't take the picture, my photography skills are bullshit. Look at the lao sai picture saga. You'll be petrified. For you're health's sake, I suggest not. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod earphones, left side is giving me problem. Technology and Jane have a hate-hate relationship. People say apple earphones are phony, but I like the extra BASE. I hate you Apple for making such pretty things at such pretty prices too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: Pretty is such a bimbo word. I blame Shopaholic! "Norh my fauht" *singaporean style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munching on FRUIT LOOPS while studying is totally my new hobby. It pwns milo balls! No, I'm not going all fruity tooty, or whimpy whiney.... pssshhhh no waaaaay! (Puss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: No Goodbyes by Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL5g_AMj5AE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL5g_AMj5AE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last thing to you I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby there's no goodbyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always be right by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I may be far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You know that my heart will stay, with you, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-423671875277973245?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/423671875277973245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=423671875277973245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/423671875277973245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/423671875277973245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-for-me-and-see-what-ill-do-for.html' title='Smile for me, and see what I&apos;ll do for you.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmMm1gD2yQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/POqn8tF_8_c/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1762714300445442781</id><published>2009-07-19T14:08:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:01:04.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAO SAI PICTURES FINALE</title><content type='html'>LAST DAY OF THE 12ish 13day trip to France-Spain-France! I still hate the french, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK4teHJyNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/17QCum22Rq8/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK4teHJyNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/17QCum22Rq8/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360049597841000658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye driving, hello train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK4_yirvSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3Xk0Pv67Ruo/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK4_yirvSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3Xk0Pv67Ruo/s320/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360049912562826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK5YQf6jII/AAAAAAAAAeE/9UCfMaHoNMo/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK5YQf6jII/AAAAAAAAAeE/9UCfMaHoNMo/s320/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360050332921138306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got electrical plugs on board! AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK5rUUpthI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DCJ9F3lrsho/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK5rUUpthI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DCJ9F3lrsho/s320/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360050660365153810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6ZU87QII/AAAAAAAAAeU/Tas5TkQqy0A/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6ZU87QII/AAAAAAAAAeU/Tas5TkQqy0A/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360051450808057986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE LOUVRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLMNERaauI/AAAAAAAAAic/dDP2YZxmpvE/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLMNERaauI/AAAAAAAAAic/dDP2YZxmpvE/s320/DSC01253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071031381453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6n8-I74I/AAAAAAAAAec/0vJQt-qvNLs/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6n8-I74I/AAAAAAAAAec/0vJQt-qvNLs/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360051702068735874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6-hRp3kI/AAAAAAAAAek/TrVNS5-rbrk/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK6-hRp3kI/AAAAAAAAAek/TrVNS5-rbrk/s320/DSC01187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360052089771384386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pyramid thing. Whatever its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK7UTxO-0I/AAAAAAAAAes/eGov3c3jhf4/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK7UTxO-0I/AAAAAAAAAes/eGov3c3jhf4/s320/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360052464102865730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK7nxqPH-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/WVu42O4X1j4/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK7nxqPH-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/WVu42O4X1j4/s320/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360052798544093154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8HEkhQBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/quuhxudG8dM/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8HEkhQBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/quuhxudG8dM/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360053336196333586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLxDCWRCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5qRjNi_935E/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLxDCWRCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5qRjNi_935E/s320/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070550013494306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8V2c6SeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t73MmY9TTg4/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8V2c6SeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t73MmY9TTg4/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360053590104361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lourve is amazing and HUGE. THREE SECTIONS. That picture you're looking at is one level of one section, only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8sJ3LO5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/j-TThpx7atE/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK8sJ3LO5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/j-TThpx7atE/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360053973271919506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty amazing. They DUG up a whole MOAT from a castle and transplanted it in the BASEMENT. Seriously, it's huge. I stood in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK9_lxvA4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/ndQSWZghRNU/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK9_lxvA4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/ndQSWZghRNU/s320/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360055406694433666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite, greek goddess of love. Had to take her from an angle with a cool stance. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-R1m1-RI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NGPjNyqszmg/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-R1m1-RI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NGPjNyqszmg/s320/DSC01211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360055720181365010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'ppose to be a highlight, I don't get what so nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-kGA1TXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/t3jTAzf5EzA/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-kGA1TXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/t3jTAzf5EzA/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056033822985586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallways were awesomely painted! Ohhhh my gawd. I can spend the whole day in the Lourve just wandering around, anyone wanna join me the next  time I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-34OIgQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/drM-nLMAQ3I/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK-34OIgQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/drM-nLMAQ3I/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056373718057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginormous hallway to the Cupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK_TPe0j0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HXU5t4YgniA/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK_TPe0j0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HXU5t4YgniA/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360056843818536770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The athelete, famous for errr... his stance? Or issit cause his flashing his dingdong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK_uWN8pKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NbTpwU-mnto/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK_uWN8pKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NbTpwU-mnto/s320/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360057309483279522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyche &amp;amp; CUPIDDDDDDDDDDDD! Aw love it love it love it! When I grow up and have money, I'm getting a sculptist to make me a replica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLAN8ke9FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/O8AMTU7EmRk/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLAN8ke9FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/O8AMTU7EmRk/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360057852354294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other nicely DETAILED sculptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLB8uz7VpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-XYPiAOj1fE/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLB8uz7VpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-XYPiAOj1fE/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360059755626452626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLDap71FbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QkNem0LqQUE/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLDap71FbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QkNem0LqQUE/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061369225123250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLDpPbBNFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ktRB5SQE_8g/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLDpPbBNFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ktRB5SQE_8g/s320/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061619806221394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at that lil perv looking at her va-jay-jay! NO I wasnt looking at her butt, I was taking a picture okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLD6uxKXeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5aGPhMt00uw/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLD6uxKXeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5aGPhMt00uw/s320/DSC01226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061920278371810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLGzeaHbBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/66wavWXA894/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLGzeaHbBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/66wavWXA894/s320/DSC01228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360065094162541586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLHeXIMbuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fkq92zWlnzA/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLHeXIMbuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fkq92zWlnzA/s320/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360065830942699234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLHsgpAOuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dVhW32ERngk/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLHsgpAOuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dVhW32ERngk/s320/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360066074014399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ceilings were nicely done! My 9euro ticket was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLH7nusRvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/yOw_Eu12HH0/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLH7nusRvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/yOw_Eu12HH0/s320/DSC01238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360066333615343346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLIKFTfnFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DTeKrMtPyUA/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLIKFTfnFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DTeKrMtPyUA/s320/DSC01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360066582072499282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway to MONA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLKjqmUqVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/o8FU0DBDjnA/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLKjqmUqVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/o8FU0DBDjnA/s320/DSC01239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360069220603570514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gentleman unlike the ones before him, he's got clothes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLK0DPggKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZOsWmtpfjEg/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLK0DPggKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZOsWmtpfjEg/s320/DSC01242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360069502096670882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's Mona Lisa. That's also goes to show how damn close I was to her right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLNthmjvnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/bqHPnsHO-Bk/s1600-h/Mona+Lisa+%28Gioconda%29+by+Leonardo+Da+Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLNthmjvnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/bqHPnsHO-Bk/s320/Mona+Lisa+%28Gioconda%29+by+Leonardo+Da+Vinci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360072688522215026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a postcard verison of Mona. No need to strain yourself to see her in my picture. I needed to SQUINT to see her in real life. That's how far I was from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLHi1TrII/AAAAAAAAAiE/lkZe9dcnXbw/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLHi1TrII/AAAAAAAAAiE/lkZe9dcnXbw/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360069836994227330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture, stole me away from Mona(who was in the same room as it). The wedding feast. It's like one and a half stories LARGE. I didn't zoom in, I had to humanly move back ALOT to get everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLbayeUdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hX9w1_8y5Xo/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLLbayeUdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hX9w1_8y5Xo/s400/DSC01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070178432242130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this sculpture the best. Not because it's a butt nake lady lying on a really comfortable looking marble mattress but because of the sheer effort needed to PERFECT the smoothness, to make it seem so real. I wanted to join her, but I'd be on the front page of every newspaper the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asian girl harrasses marble sculpture in the Louvre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLMjP_edKI/AAAAAAAAAik/W2_Z_yyMuXs/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLMjP_edKI/AAAAAAAAAik/W2_Z_yyMuXs/s320/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071412484568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nugget's cameo! Hahaha! He loves my cap(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLM3tnnw6I/AAAAAAAAAis/eTYDTMwT_2s/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmLM3tnnw6I/AAAAAAAAAis/eTYDTMwT_2s/s320/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071764034962338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually better than it looks. The bags were all friggin heavy. And I had to lug the huge green(29.5kg - airport weighing) on behind my black duffle(8.2kg) and mummy's black block of metal(21.9kg) at the back, plus nugget but hes not really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.6kg worth of stuff, taking train, climb flights of stairs because paris subways dont have lifts, walking along the streets to the hotel. Oh my gawd, its safe to say my fingers had no blood. Thank God my lungs getting rid of tar for 7years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST WILL BE TONIGHT! Enjoyed the lao sai pictures I took? Well don't complain, at least its depictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1762714300445442781?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1762714300445442781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1762714300445442781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1762714300445442781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1762714300445442781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/lao-sai-pictures-finale.html' title='LAO SAI PICTURES FINALE'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmK4teHJyNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/17QCum22Rq8/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2008262769971214511</id><published>2009-07-18T17:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:16:58.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The heart will not lie, even though the face will try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I wasn't going out today. But my parents dragged me(literally, sympathy sake) out of the house for dinner because they claim I spent too much time at home. Shows you how much they notice my presence right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with pig til evening, while sitting around tanning(without sun, now that's a tanning session worth waiting for right?) we talked, as we always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly say, "Mianbao can you just get back with your  girlfriend or find some other girlfriend so we can go out and eat you know, sheryl and her bf, nana and me, you and her!" Wah I didn't know I needed a girlfriend/boyfriend to eat dinner with you! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If I ask any of my exes to get back together right, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; they'll just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strangle&lt;/span&gt; me while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;ing at me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stab&lt;/span&gt; my ass with a blunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rusty&lt;/span&gt; fork. Hahahahaha! Ouch, imagine if they missed *gasp* I won't shit right for life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmHUAjrNNnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8n8qElZPylU/s1600-h/HomerChokingBart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmHUAjrNNnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8n8qElZPylU/s400/HomerChokingBart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359798137589151346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmHUs_OlMzI/AAAAAAAAAds/rmsgn6DQX4A/s1600-h/strangle11193703133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmHUs_OlMzI/AAAAAAAAAds/rmsgn6DQX4A/s400/strangle11193703133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359798900899525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ex(Homer), Me(Bart) - well you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ant bite wound is not healing! POTENTIAL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ALERT! It's red, inflammating, pain but not smelly. Oohkay geek, please don't start on Fpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be something. After I die and get to the Gates of St Peter and he asks me how I died, "Oh an ant bite me. It's complicated, don't ask.", bloody hell, he'll just LOL in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. Poem. Hahahaha! I kinda got tired of refining, so the back part may sound a little off. The last one &amp;amp; half stanza's are like RAW donuts, the front two are sugar glazed. Hungry someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Explain What I Don't Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear your voice again,&lt;br /&gt;But this time without the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't have to explain,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear you call my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you whishper into my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful voice is all I hear.&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know you're my worst fear,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the angel in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care what she says,&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day she'll stop this madness,&lt;br /&gt;And be my little princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Drowning By Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;I swear this was one of the nicer sound qualities, the video is uhhh...can't help it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOfGAMhA4GI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOfGAMhA4GI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you got the power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me weak inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl you leave me breatheless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's okay cause you are my survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Only you can save me, oh can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2008262769971214511?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2008262769971214511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2008262769971214511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2008262769971214511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2008262769971214511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-will-not-lie-even-through-face.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmHUAjrNNnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8n8qElZPylU/s72-c/HomerChokingBart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2568404283711820880</id><published>2009-07-17T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:14:17.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happiness can be found in your presence, do you believe me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnaturally happy today someone? Hahaha! Shut up man. It's just many many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; coincidences! Bryan shut up! Stop trying to make me admit it...PSSHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh school should end at 1pm everyday. I "dressed" up for today's party with the clique, in the end, the guest of honored ditched. What the hell man. Sucha let down. I brought imaginary balloons and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmBbp63AuII/AAAAAAAAAc8/sDRNGkLkhAA/s1600-h/photos-hardware-01-20090608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmBbp63AuII/AAAAAAAAAc8/sDRNGkLkhAA/s400/photos-hardware-01-20090608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359384332303644802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it pretty? *frolics around* Oh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop it&lt;/span&gt; Jane. You are &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; getting an iPhone. I need &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to freeze&lt;/span&gt; my ATM card &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in a block of ice like Becky B&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate talking on the phone with PIG. "Motherfucker of the Universe!" only one person will greet me like this, pig, but it makes me laugh-out-loud everytime, though I'm being called a Motherbangala of Sri Lanka. (Sri Lanka isn't my universe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked crapped around. Sheryl my heart goes out to you, he is an asshole. I was serious about asking my daddy to look him up in the army. Hahaha! That kid really needs Jesus. And I really need Barley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD. I was looking at my older post. 12 line paragraphs? *jaw drops* Seriously. Some stuff I had to look away and SMILE to myself then my DADDY was behind me. WAH Paiseh like hell. Excuse me while I go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmCT3vnOS4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/LgtpiwS0F54/s1600-h/happy-bunny20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmCT3vnOS4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/LgtpiwS0F54/s400/happy-bunny20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359446142453959554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem time! Hahaha! Tomorrow. I haven't refined it. Haven't really completed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Tell Me Everything by Just Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1q-FMmGiu1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1q-FMmGiu1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me everything will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and dream of me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me that you won't just fade away&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart and hope to die tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2568404283711820880?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2568404283711820880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2568404283711820880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2568404283711820880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2568404283711820880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-can-be-found-in-your-presence.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SmBbp63AuII/AAAAAAAAAc8/sDRNGkLkhAA/s72-c/photos-hardware-01-20090608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7184907528406636755</id><published>2009-07-16T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:50:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>act your age and not your show size.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I'm calling your name out, if you can hear me now, the words I've never said aloud"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE! *frolics around* The clique decided to go watch HP even though we are dead broke. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl8D4rZCQNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lockhGmrV5Q/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl8D4rZCQNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lockhGmrV5Q/s400/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359006353849467090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, directors manage to screw the book up. But I must say, David Yates stayed as close to the book as he hollywoodly could. Visually not bad, but they cut out nice parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD. *bitchfits* Out of the $8.50 I paid, I'd say about $6 was worth it. The humour in the show has increased compared to the other 6. I won't spoil it for those who wanna watch it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still totally exciteddddd about tomorrow. Everyone in the clique's gonna thrash everything out! WHEE! Cat fight! Bitch fight! Fight fight fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Chapter 7 Additional Pathways in Carbohydrate Metabolism(part1&amp;amp;2). I'm tired, slightly annoyed and blank.(yes, blank) That's not all, still got Chapter6 and 8. ku-bloody-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep track with the thousand and one enzymes catalysing, synthesizing, phosphorylating, dephosphorylating and oxidising what shit. I just wasted 2 hours of my already shortened life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs self* My Barley stock ran out. *whines* Motherbangala of Sri Lanka!! UGH. Seriously, I can't study under harsh conditions(Jane you're totally ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to turn in early. Rubbishly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Always by Sum41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zkYrQ398f4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zkYrQ398f4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I can feel,&lt;br /&gt;Something I never thought was real,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you always,&lt;br /&gt;Know that all these words are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you stay then I won't go, if you go then I'll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7184907528406636755?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7184907528406636755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7184907528406636755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7184907528406636755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7184907528406636755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/act-your-age-and-not-your-show-size.html' title='act your age and not your show size.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl8D4rZCQNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lockhGmrV5Q/s72-c/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4671402202522908930</id><published>2009-07-15T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:45:15.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you're not around, I just feel a little down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my whole being PROTESTED to dragging my ass out of bed. It was RAINING heavy, perfect for SLEEPING. And today the mood was very light hearted between everyone in the clique. And since they are happy, I'm rather happy. Simple little things make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFT. I can't stop laughing at myself. I took the quiz on facebook, "How old do you act?", my result was "I act like I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;43&lt;/span&gt;" D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off my chair laughing* Yup, that's old enough to be Manfred's mother(inside joke between buddies), no I am not Manfred's mother. Ew no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions from another quiz was "Do you use vulgar language?", and the last answer was "I can't complete a sentence without saying the eff word". Tempting offer! But NOOO, Jane is no-no to using such crude languages. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the "The awesomeness test"! My results were "You're absofuckinglutely awesome!" *glimmering eyes* REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl3HOpMOt_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9GJTuMkSu-s/s1600-h/931-its-happy-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl3HOpMOt_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9GJTuMkSu-s/s400/931-its-happy-bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358658186030004210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL and I have become chummier because we started talking on the way home! And we were joking about the weird dude on bus 10. I might take like 4 paragraphs to tell you about him, but I insist on y'all knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dude from ITE simei(bus10 passes there) sits on the seat with his back facing the aisle and he talks to himself/window and makes clapping noises. He sat on the other side to my right. Having seen him for the first time, I thought it was okay because the bus was relatively empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out of a sudden, he hops out of the cross-legged position onto the aisle, while these 3 Bedok South Sec(bodoh south LOL!) girls were deciding where to sit(typical girls). Then he was like "HELLO! I'm Eugene(or some name like that)!" and started waving vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that one caught me by surprise. The girls also were deciding whether to ignore him, in the end they did anyway. Then he proceeded to sit IN FRONT OF ME. I already promised myself, if he turned around I'd ssssss.... HAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luh, if he turned around and went, "HI! Im Eugene!!" I'll repay his enthusiasm with mine, "HELLO! I'm Jane!!" Gosh, the next thing you know I'd be in woodbridge with him in the next cell. No luh, but my stop came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the TERRIFIED girl sitting in front of him was like taking nervous glances back to make sure he wasn't going to stab her or something. But my gut feeling that told me he was harmless. When it comes to my family, friends and my safety, my gut's flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Why Have I Fallen In Love With You by DBSK(Tohosinki)&lt;br /&gt;I love the beat and its in Jap! But it's very sad, I'm not emotional. For easy listening purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65H2uXhDBq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65H2uXhDBq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I can't quote my favourite line because only word I really know in Jap is "shit". So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4671402202522908930?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4671402202522908930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4671402202522908930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4671402202522908930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4671402202522908930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-youre-not-around-i-just-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sl3HOpMOt_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9GJTuMkSu-s/s72-c/931-its-happy-bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1140501069970104247</id><published>2009-07-14T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:40:27.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does you know who you is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You say those words and my heart stops beating." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is totally boring, right now. Same boring routine. Gawd, life must be feeling Make-Jane-feel-totally-bored-out-of-her-wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the stoney exterior fool you. Gosh, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; look away,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; can't&lt;/span&gt; secretly smile to myself because people will think I'm a perv, not that I'm one! Jane listen to the bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlyY2TAKnLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/55rzBBoN5f0/s1600-h/happybunny_runalonganddienow.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlyY2TAKnLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/55rzBBoN5f0/s400/happybunny_runalonganddienow.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358325715245374642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have achieved some sort of acknowledgement from myself for sitting down and reading my Topic5 MGEN notes(which, mind you, should have been done 2 weekends ago) on Replication and Synthesis of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such drastic action was taken after going for Annette's tutorial and not understanding squat. Zilch. Zero. Nothing. Buck up Jane or run along and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, what the hell. Am I talking about school, notes and homework?! No way! That's like symptoms of Cranial Nerdivitis. No way! I'm not a nerd, I'm a subnerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. What can I say, it's a boring day. *shrugs* OH MY GAWD. No MGEN lab? ): ): ): ): ): Jane totally not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: When You Say You Love Me by Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;He's not "gro-bun", it's "gro-bern". Anyway, I couldn't find a nice quality or rather I can't even find that song(and not a COVER of the song) on youtube. Go pirate the song(it's a suggestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly,&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you know how I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1140501069970104247?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1140501069970104247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1140501069970104247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1140501069970104247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1140501069970104247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-you-know-who-you-is.html' title='Does you know who you is?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlyY2TAKnLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/55rzBBoN5f0/s72-c/happybunny_runalonganddienow.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1152987935978636707</id><published>2009-07-13T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:16:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time I fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Whoever thought a day gone so wrong would turn out so lovely, with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to start of this post with a (: I'm grinning ear to ear. Picture that. *Perv siren goes off* No luh! NOT THAT WAY. Im just happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel that my tutorials with Annette aren't so bright. After I open my MGEN lab test paper, the imagine of her hands around my neck and strangling me like a dead chicken's. Hope you have a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. The future isn't so bright from where Im sitting. But I believe in miracles, because a miracle is what I need to pass the paper. On second thought, I need something stronger, I need Annette Shoba to close both eyes and pass me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walking into the Com Lab, I honestly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; notice Johnson or his dardar in there. Blind spot? (Um Jane, blind spots don't occur right smack in the middle.) Shhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ning being a little stoned, drunk. She was like "huh what dar dung?" Then she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouted&lt;/span&gt; out like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; times, "Dar dung where are you DAAAAR dung?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Oh sweet and sour pork chops! I couldn't stop laughing. Im sorry! I really didn't say anything bad, I just couldn't help but laugh! It was seriously hilarious, even bunny agrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sls9zRbQteI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FpdJLWZDCBM/s1600-h/2ce96e1d065916bbb55abd13d7c64f87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sls9zRbQteI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FpdJLWZDCBM/s400/2ce96e1d065916bbb55abd13d7c64f87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944132747703778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow dung? Dar dung? HAHAHAHAH! Oh I pictured a cow going MOOOOOO! All that dickless fag could do was glare at me as he walked out. Puss. Like I said, dickless faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh something random. An ant bit me today! ): This is my first time getting bitten by an ant. Terrifying experience, I think I'm more afraid of getting bitten by an ant than Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I can't wait. Even the sadistic side of me is hyped. Gonna have a nice LONG chat with EVERYONE. Lies, truths and everything in between will be forced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Again by Natasha Beddingfield&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC SOUNDTRACK SONG! Along with my other fav, "It Takes Time To Love" by Trey Songz. I have to share the awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-Asnx4PJ-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-Asnx4PJ-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;So believe that for you, I'd do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;All I went through it led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though the day went so wrong I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1152987935978636707?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1152987935978636707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1152987935978636707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1152987935978636707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1152987935978636707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-time-i-fall.html' title='Next time I fall...'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sls9zRbQteI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FpdJLWZDCBM/s72-c/2ce96e1d065916bbb55abd13d7c64f87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7473022926930466166</id><published>2009-07-12T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:08:55.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late, I like you already! *scoffs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Patiently waiting for you to trip and fall into my arms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Need. To. Stop. Going. Out. (For. Real.) My notes reading has a backlog, my tutorials- I haven't done any for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the next Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I feel extremely smart about, you know how when you sneeze, it's more "polite" to turn away. Well lil genius here, turned away(very polite) and sneezed into a fan blowing straight at her. Do take a moment to register the scene. *crickles cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln9jD_J_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J9oS2Iqv21k/s1600-h/happy_bunny_dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln9jD_J_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J9oS2Iqv21k/s400/happy_bunny_dumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592010541366674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I infect myself with Pig flu, I am going to... wait I can't kill myself. Goodness, Jane. You just dumbded yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is full of things that I didn't know exist. Like Chrysanthemum(I spelt this without two dictionaries. Shuddup) flowers, weird tea leaves of ALL sorts. I just made me a cup of a every tea leaf I could get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's first reaction to my latest concoction was "Eh dont waste my tea leaves!" HAHAHAH! Eeehhhh... its not wasting lorz! I'll drink it, maybe. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll taste good. Mind you, it doesn't taste so *tastes a sip*...OooooKAY I take that back. Taste like a floral dead cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Crushed by Lesley Roy&lt;br /&gt;Rockish with nice lyrics, my kinda song, cept the depressing undertone isn't my kind. Note: Don't listen to this song for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5zsKZJNo-g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5zsKZJNo-g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd be crushed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be drowning in gray,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be rooted beyong repair,&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't there,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you but I love you, so don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7473022926930466166?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7473022926930466166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7473022926930466166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7473022926930466166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7473022926930466166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-too-late-i-like-you-already-scoffs.html' title='It&apos;s too late, I like you already! *scoffs*'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln9jD_J_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J9oS2Iqv21k/s72-c/happy_bunny_dumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7437669286172183119</id><published>2009-07-12T21:40:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:58:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAO SAI PHOTOGRAPHS</title><content type='html'>Pictures again! But I seriously still can't get to the last day! Okay next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day I have no idea. Barcelona, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnn8huLk9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TnSS9qT3RMM/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnn8huLk9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TnSS9qT3RMM/s320/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357568258764149714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnoMBabWkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iulf-YnRAXw/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnoMBabWkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iulf-YnRAXw/s320/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357568524969269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christoper Columbus, he's spanish, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnskKl2-SI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AxwlOJdSQ7M/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnskKl2-SI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AxwlOJdSQ7M/s320/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357573337796507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "found" Americas. In my opinion, he's an idiot. He thought he found India. SERIOUSLY. Fail geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnohRkVXmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HmkLVo4XYzs/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnohRkVXmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HmkLVo4XYzs/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357568890083040866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This artist is OMGOSHLY good? They seriously look lik photographs. CHARLIZE THERON, noooo I don't have fantasies of her. PSSSSHHHH HAHAHAHAHAH kiddin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnrtSUgOwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fjosizZcaFk/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnrtSUgOwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fjosizZcaFk/s320/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572394978392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street full of this. Ramblas something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnsAWDMqiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YoR6xjkCi-s/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnsAWDMqiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/YoR6xjkCi-s/s320/DSC01075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572722397063714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flea markets! WHEEE! I love 'em. Find a bunch of weird stuff sold by a bunch of weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnsOCZA53I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ylaDM08550M/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnsOCZA53I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ylaDM08550M/s320/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572957638027122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntCtLs87I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eiTjA4o3sd4/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntCtLs87I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eiTjA4o3sd4/s320/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357573862478115762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the Barcelona Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntVMZbafI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LoR_lBOf2D0/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntVMZbafI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LoR_lBOf2D0/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357574180094831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaand we got bored of the Marina and took an hour's journey to the Monk hideout, crib, hangout, fanclub, hostels.... uhhh... yeah. My feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntlUARuoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8RgoKb3UTG0/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntlUARuoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8RgoKb3UTG0/s320/DSC01087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357574457014729346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY HIGH. Oh duh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntzPBnFRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hVk0hioG0_o/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlntzPBnFRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hVk0hioG0_o/s320/DSC01088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357574696196314386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monserrat. Or something like that, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnwbX5J6FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IPYgTL3XBas/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnwbX5J6FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IPYgTL3XBas/s320/DSC01089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357577584794789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnwuwKselI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_KoPxvV1F28/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnwuwKselI/AAAAAAAAAZs/_KoPxvV1F28/s320/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357577917728324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral was awesomely done up. Its a masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxF7Qa4UI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JHIx75dsgXs/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxF7Qa4UI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JHIx75dsgXs/s320/DSC01094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578315842117954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxR7eUbfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/srxylSNV1-w/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxR7eUbfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/srxylSNV1-w/s320/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578522058845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxmuryxdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5KxXiJUPPsg/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnxmuryxdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5KxXiJUPPsg/s320/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578879402952146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnx5hGCejI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6Wf1-T0XnrM/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnx5hGCejI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6Wf1-T0XnrM/s320/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357579202172451378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnyJ3n0c2I/AAAAAAAAAac/2wUlNmW3hh4/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnyJ3n0c2I/AAAAAAAAAac/2wUlNmW3hh4/s320/DSC01114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357579483097625442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnyqon6NoI/AAAAAAAAAak/DtOgd_bboUs/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnyqon6NoI/AAAAAAAAAak/DtOgd_bboUs/s320/DSC01121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357580046007154306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER! I seriously was condering drinking all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnzHyYOYbI/AAAAAAAAAas/jLxU-Ng2TGE/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnzHyYOYbI/AAAAAAAAAas/jLxU-Ng2TGE/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357580546841928114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not called my cousin for no reason, he and Mavis are siblings and they can both drink. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnzgpjoawI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hl7R2HA6TSU/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlnzgpjoawI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hl7R2HA6TSU/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357580973970582274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAELLAS! My fav is Fideos! But I kinda like the black rice(far right). Shiok-trified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnz3WTHufI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G0cRDfRwek8/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnz3WTHufI/AAAAAAAAAa8/G0cRDfRwek8/s320/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357581363938048498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture cause mummy took it and it looks likka painting when it's developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln0atSZybI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sdR-WNJzjo0/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln0atSZybI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sdR-WNJzjo0/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357581971404474802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the Day I have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln1BenjUHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Eh7JC2zZOjQ/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln1BenjUHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Eh7JC2zZOjQ/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357582637481545842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblas(It's a LONG stretch of alot of different sections)! Pet section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln1kuQtsSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zMZr-HPJ4PQ/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln1kuQtsSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zMZr-HPJ4PQ/s320/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357583242976145698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2DpYy2tI/AAAAAAAAAbc/v8hlHg20-4U/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2DpYy2tI/AAAAAAAAAbc/v8hlHg20-4U/s320/DSC01133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357583774243805906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNNIES ARE SO FRIGGIN CUTE and friendly, not like my fat bunnies who love to take a poopoo on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2cZRklfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BAprqeaNN84/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2cZRklfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BAprqeaNN84/s320/DSC01135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357584199415272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2vVJo31I/AAAAAAAAAbs/p5O60h2bdSc/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln2vVJo31I/AAAAAAAAAbs/p5O60h2bdSc/s320/DSC01138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357584524725772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln3C-QahxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BABtyHuhJDs/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sln3C-QahxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BABtyHuhJDs/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357584862177560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lazy to post too much pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later. I wanna do some...uhh.... nothing. HAHAHAHA LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7437669286172183119?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7437669286172183119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7437669286172183119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7437669286172183119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7437669286172183119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/lao-sai-photographs.html' title='LAO SAI PHOTOGRAPHS'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slnn8huLk9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TnSS9qT3RMM/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5542753001659433274</id><published>2009-07-11T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:29:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"A rose that can grow anywhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a traffic jam and have a major stomach ache before? Yes well I wished I was dead too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to stop buying novels. I bought 2 more on impulse. Like people(me) say, "doing things on impulse will be something you'll regret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sli8WumEhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/T5jKGDEbf8M/s1600-h/shopaholic-ties-the-knot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sli8WumEhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/T5jKGDEbf8M/s400/shopaholic-ties-the-knot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357238855408060002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can 100%-ly tell you I am not a bimbo(No, I'm not in denial). I just like the way Sophie Kinsella writes, it's got a really light hearted tone(i love light heartness) and she potrays her characters very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched DragonBall today. What a load of nonsense. I wasted one hour plus plus plus of my life. Prolly had some glycogen converted into lipids. Goku isn't an angmoh kid! Bullocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of my verbiage, the poem y'all been waiting for, I mean I've been waiting....pshhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're Not The Best, But You're My World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My world seems brighter with you,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I make it through,&lt;br /&gt;But other days are just cruel,&lt;br /&gt;Because I want no one but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, my heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;Baby with you my world feels complete,&lt;br /&gt;Even now, your scent is still so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;With you the world can take the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, my mind goes insane,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep these feelings contained,&lt;br /&gt;Even now the pain runs through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;And only you can take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that walking away from you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the hardest thing for me to do,&lt;br /&gt;Having to resist your magnetic pull,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back, can we play the fools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: What Makes You Different by Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvAFB5ZM-nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/AvAFB5ZM-nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know sometimes you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't fit in,&lt;br /&gt;And this world doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;What you have within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;What makes you different makes you beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5542753001659433274?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5542753001659433274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5542753001659433274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5542753001659433274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5542753001659433274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/rose-that-can-grow-anywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Sli8WumEhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/T5jKGDEbf8M/s72-c/shopaholic-ties-the-knot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-595597359883941391</id><published>2009-07-10T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:57:49.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane has some growing up to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Pull me down hard and drown me in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: ytd's post is below this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see where to start. I was late for school because I woke up late because I slept so late it was early. Why? Daddy's bday Dinner then movie then supper, by which time it's 3am then drags my ass out of bed at 8:45 and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, because A LOT of people got on my nerves today, those who were smart, excused themselves from me before my fuse blew and all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch mode in overdrive. Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU BALANTLY LIE TO MY FACE? I trust&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; you. You fool&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; me once but I still trust&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; you, what a big mistake that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;. Second time now. You have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt; all my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you call yourself my buddy?! Get out of my face. Go, go crawl into the corner where you and your lies belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is personal integrity and you've showed me you have NONE, whatsoever. I hope you know the kind of bitch I can be when you trifle with my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Anthea says, "Lies have short legs, they don't run far." Don't be dumb and try to lie to me when your tail is tapping on my feet. Wait til I take it and beat your brains out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldRMipfDJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PM1Jw6-KmcI/s1600-h/HappyBunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldRMipfDJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PM1Jw6-KmcI/s400/HappyBunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356839557681581202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, not a bad day. Hahaha! We stayed back to do up the GIG board, God save the &lt;s&gt;queen&lt;/s&gt; world.OH! Lanzy joined GIG! WHEE! We get to crap around! Please man, Mr Lim was happy I found him an FSN member until he um chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I'll post a friggin' poem, but it's upstairs in my room and I really don't feel like moving til I wanna faint of exhuastion on my bed. I haven't exactly refined it, because I was honestly reading my bimbo book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really good! Or is it because I have a vivid imagination and I picture the scene to be hilarious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hint&lt;/span&gt;: HMV is selling Shopaholic books 2 for $18(: Awesomeness comes in twos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that this song was in my ipod since forever yet I didn't bother listening to it? LISTEN CAREFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvDgFJqvX4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvDgFJqvX4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the sound of you voice,&lt;br /&gt;Loudest thing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;And I ache to remember,&lt;br /&gt;All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because everything works in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-595597359883941391?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/595597359883941391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=595597359883941391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/595597359883941391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/595597359883941391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/jane-has-some-growing-up-to-do.html' title='Jane has some growing up to do.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldRMipfDJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PM1Jw6-KmcI/s72-c/HappyBunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5357957989926012411</id><published>2009-07-10T20:45:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:52:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOOOOOOOOOOD POST</title><content type='html'>This is for yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY BITHDAY DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, your temper is unrivalled, your impatience is legendary, your colourful vocabulary is a rainbow, but your love is one of a kind. No one cares more about me than you and mummy! I miss your goodnight kisses on my forehead, I love you daddy! (money please! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Peach Garden at Thompson! Opposite Novena Church! Pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For daddy's birthday breakfast, we went to his favourite prawn mee near katong. Shiok! We eat it every sunday anyway. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bday dinner! One word, SHIOK. A la carte buffet! "$38++" per person on the menu, but the bill came up to $50 per person. But it was awesome! Pictures and my harsh ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc6l1qPboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w50lMZ8sqlI/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc6l1qPboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w50lMZ8sqlI/s320/DSC01263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356814703514316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "I wanna be a child now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc6-dnAwOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iFiUG0luXbI/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc6-dnAwOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iFiUG0luXbI/s320/DSC01265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815126555050210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's shark's fin soup. Ewwwww, I don't like shark's fin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc7owKIibI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UuufsdTx35g/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc7owKIibI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UuufsdTx35g/s320/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815853088704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soup may not be sharks fin! DONT LOOK DOWN ON IT! It's damn tasty! That orange thing is a papaya. Yes, a papaya. 6/10 taste. (smoothe, rich, has a weird fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc72DyZJzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2W9_o2eA4L8/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc72DyZJzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2W9_o2eA4L8/s320/DSC01280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356816081696139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi prawns! They serve five each plate. We ordered it like 2 times before saying "Can you just give 10 on one plate?" 7/10 taste(considering I don't eat prawns, it's nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc8uVeJHXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/TdhpV5ouKM8/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc8uVeJHXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/TdhpV5ouKM8/s320/DSC01271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817048515714418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork ribs in tangy sauce! Not very nice. 2/10 taste. (sour, hard, not my type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc890xjvYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Lqq4nyqbaps/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc890xjvYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Lqq4nyqbaps/s320/DSC01272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817314616688002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black pepper DEER MEAT(fo real) it tastes like beef. 7.5/10 taste. (chewy, sweet onions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc9XIVbPSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9nzPmj6SUkM/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc9XIVbPSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9nzPmj6SUkM/s320/DSC01274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817749364129058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian style prawns. I didn't touch this, didn't wanna get my Alain Figaret shirt dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldAxBvGicI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mraIEY55LWc/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldAxBvGicI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mraIEY55LWc/s320/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821492804258242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I don't know what its called in english but in Hokkien it's Sa zhang bah. (3 layer pork) 5.5/10 taste. (tender, melts in mouth, too sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc9rszsgnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EeBD6YnZMxM/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc9rszsgnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EeBD6YnZMxM/s320/DSC01276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356818102752150130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried tofu stuffed with mushrooms and prawn thingy. 4/10 taste. (because of mushrooms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc-Os0h9KI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fa3glOnM7Cc/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc-Os0h9KI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fa3glOnM7Cc/s320/DSC01270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356818704051074210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/10 taste! (fresh, tasty, sweet, love it!)&lt;br /&gt;(half way eating it I realised I haven't taken a picture) MY FAVOURITE, I ordered 2(whole fish) and finished it MYSELF. Soon Hok with special soy sauce! YUMMY! We ordered like 4 of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc-723Pr9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/l4G5TP6jJ20/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc-723Pr9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/l4G5TP6jJ20/s320/DSC01278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819479840927698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND FAVOURITE! Seaweed tofu with spinach in egg sauce! WHEE! 9.5/10 taste (i love tofu, enough said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc_X3q0C-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/NnV3-FMMeVc/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc_X3q0C-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/NnV3-FMMeVc/s320/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819961093557218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take the roasted chicken! Oops. Deer meat goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldBU_3IOKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TajKW5-UGtk/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldBU_3IOKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TajKW5-UGtk/s320/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356822110776342690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT! Okay that's mummy's. Some royal jelly with coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldBzxlrSjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kUc55mcG9-Q/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SldBzxlrSjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kUc55mcG9-Q/s320/DSC01286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356822639520991794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and my dessert! Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel full until I stood up. I swear, I had to prop myself up with two arm strength, otherwise I'd fall flat on my face. The food is good, the service(they change my plate after every dish!! OMG?!) is good, the price is also good(3digits are awesome!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACH GARDEN, a la carte buffet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worth the money if you are hungry.&lt;/span&gt; They really didn't earn much from us because James, Mummy, Daddy and I didn't eat lunch. John still ate more than I wished I could. Overall: 8.5/10 (I will spend money on quality food)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5357957989926012411?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5357957989926012411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5357957989926012411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5357957989926012411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5357957989926012411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/foooooooooood-post.html' title='FOOOOOOOOOOOD POST'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Slc6l1qPboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/w50lMZ8sqlI/s72-c/DSC01263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3115331431047293480</id><published>2009-07-08T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:42:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Been waiting for you to turn around and smile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turtle passed on)': Lucky my daddy knowing my soft spot for animals, didn't let me see him. Still remember when Fat Boy(hamster) died, my eyes were puffy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying even more now! Curse the cuticle that sticks out of my finger and gets trapped in stuff! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt; LIKE NO HELL's BUSINESS. Worse of all, I HAVE THREE FINGERS LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlS5e9AYy2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UHjVVXmOqio/s1600-h/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlS5e9AYy2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UHjVVXmOqio/s400/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356109798273764194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE 'EM STOP! Yes Jane, stop talking. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm really thanking God I don't have school tomorrow, a few reasons. One, Daddy's birthday! Two, I'm tired of travelling to school. Three, I'm tired of dragging my ass out of bed at 7.15am. Four, I wanna read my bimbo book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sucha bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a poem tomorrow. I have time to iron out my thoughts, TRY to comprehend these feelings and catch up on my work. Except I have to fit in daddy's birthday breakfast and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Not Your Enemy by Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJUlH2YAaUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJUlH2YAaUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you expect things to get any better,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep me on the sidelines,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know there's a million things I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to meet me halfway, you gotta try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3115331431047293480?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3115331431047293480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3115331431047293480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3115331431047293480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3115331431047293480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-waiting-for-you-to-turn-around-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlS5e9AYy2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UHjVVXmOqio/s72-c/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-113599617781514995</id><published>2009-07-07T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:25:29.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crumpling like paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You don't have to worry about losing me, I'd never leave you behind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap me now, just slap me. I was reading up for Fpath tutorial test. Miley already found out and told us what to study for. Aaaand I can still happily study the not tested things. I broke another boundary, the stupidity one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sucha bag fulla tricks! Way to go, you just decreased your own IQ by like 10points Jane! You dumbded yourself! Hurray! *prances around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Is it me or is it everyone's confessing they're gay? I'm an exception. When it's (Miley + apron) x 2 = Jane is 100% queer gay. Ew. Stewpid motherkutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am gay. Anyone wanna be my gay partner? Hahaha! I've been reading debates against homos, the only two strong points are, "It's against nature" and "It's morally wrong". I'm incorrigible and depraved. Now can I be gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both points can be rebuked. Former, what if one day I induced the fact that gays are normal and striaghts are not. Latter, different people have different morals and believes, different mindsets and different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are all equal. Aren't gays and straights still humans? Think about it. But I seriously couldn't give a shit what people think about me being gay. Hahaha! Why should I care what they think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlMflKyqoNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U75BNrcQciQ/s1600-h/042109+ork+heart+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlMflKyqoNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U75BNrcQciQ/s400/042109+ork+heart+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355659105286136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this picture? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I googled it.&lt;/span&gt; *feels smart* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not happy. Jack and Rai!! WHY?!?! ): I have exhuasted all of my song pirates(friends) and search engines to find "Take Me As I Am" by Jack and Rai. Don't bother youtubing it. I ran through all the vids myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the ending song of Channel5's 8pm-830pm drama, "Red Thread", the ending song. I like the song): Find that song, I'll bow down and kiss your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Stay Close, Don't Go by Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3sPZsSLDUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3sPZsSLDUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell me I'll make it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;This heart of stone will sink til it &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My heart's putting up a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-113599617781514995?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/113599617781514995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=113599617781514995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/113599617781514995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/113599617781514995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/crumpling-like-paper.html' title='crumpling like paper'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlMflKyqoNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U75BNrcQciQ/s72-c/042109+ork+heart+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6169676082168698285</id><published>2009-07-06T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:00:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIMBO ALERT?! (false alarm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take my hand, believe in me and I will show you a world only for you and me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hilarious! I guess my spirit's back! Well about time dammit! How long could your vacation take huh?? Hahaha! Yes, yes, back to my laughing, joking, crapping around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just broke the boundary. Bow down to my madness. I actually caught myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SOBBING &lt;/span&gt;to a not very sad channel8 drama! This one was seriously not sad. Can't be third puberty right?! *goes nuts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have this strong GUT feeling, that I'm going to become Rebecca Brandon from Shopaholic? HAHAHA! Yesterday night I was laughing my ass literally off while having my bedtime reading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky is seriously hilarious. Her husband's likka preoccupied sotong and she's this mega shopper person, who buys everything and if she wants something, she must have it otherwise she'll just drop dead, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlHjZfYlkUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ujtRNbE45F4/s1600-h/78443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlHjZfYlkUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ujtRNbE45F4/s400/78443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355311458981089602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this may SOUND &amp;amp; LOOK like a chick flick book! But it's hilarious! I'm just glad I'm back to my daily reading habit. Okay that makes me a certified nerd D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was talking to sylvie on facebook. Which reminded me of how like 3/4 of the level was convinced I liked her. HAHAHAHA! What a joke, okay it's really old now. I was 100% STRAIGHT in an all girls school! My life is such a funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I looked into my photos and started laughing at this picture. The mustache craze! Enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlH0jVdGtNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CxQZ2rSezTo/s1600-h/n746046087_247622_5518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlH0jVdGtNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CxQZ2rSezTo/s400/n746046087_247622_5518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355330319812048082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlH0xUVozfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/v6GGz8dJyVA/s1600-h/n746046087_247625_7143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlH0xUVozfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/v6GGz8dJyVA/s400/n746046087_247625_7143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355330560030461426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand enough of Pig, Kailan and Mina! They're hoggin' the show! Hahaha! Nahh. I wanna turn in early. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Shape Of My Heart by Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4t3AglwSqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4t3AglwSqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got nothing to hide no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know where to start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But to show you the shape of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, let me show you things only lovers dreamed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6169676082168698285?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6169676082168698285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6169676082168698285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6169676082168698285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6169676082168698285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/bimbo-alert-false-alarm.html' title='BIMBO ALERT?! (false alarm)'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlHjZfYlkUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ujtRNbE45F4/s72-c/78443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4225799502389478859</id><published>2009-07-05T17:00:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:40:20.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pang Sai pictures part 2.</title><content type='html'>My second part! But I'll need to have a third part, I've got tonnes from barcelona. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7, Lourdes still, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBsKqwrkTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/geL85jjzkMQ/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBsKqwrkTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/geL85jjzkMQ/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354898887476482354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAELLAS! My favourite type of spanish dish! I'll start out with FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBsgmhLcmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S2myPw1PL3o/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBsgmhLcmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S2myPw1PL3o/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354899264294842978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBs0ZeVJrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LOneKxXD_hw/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBs0ZeVJrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LOneKxXD_hw/s320/DSC00927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354899604390618802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBtLm1OfwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/63918d7zA2M/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBtLm1OfwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/63918d7zA2M/s320/DSC00926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354900003113303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two processions we attended. Cold Cola helps heal the FEET and the throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day8, Carcassone, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBtjULo4yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y33rvf2hrkU/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBtjULo4yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y33rvf2hrkU/s320/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354900410423894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was like 5 star hotel! Omgosh. Bar included! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBuI1Zpk_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4RuCEuVrlMQ/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBuI1Zpk_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4RuCEuVrlMQ/s320/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354901054996190194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBu0MWpCvI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wn1wH3URWwo/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBu0MWpCvI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wn1wH3URWwo/s320/DSC00949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354901799891962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBvVpWfGSI/AAAAAAAAARM/O8kZCBPaWPI/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBvVpWfGSI/AAAAAAAAARM/O8kZCBPaWPI/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354902374611622178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fingers, they say it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBv0Co4AwI/AAAAAAAAARU/ln_OYnRg4Lg/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBv0Co4AwI/AAAAAAAAARU/ln_OYnRg4Lg/s320/DSC00952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354902896795714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world heritage site was just BEHIND the hotel's bar! NICE VIEW during drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBz7LUqoaI/AAAAAAAAARc/AYkLDCB3UWM/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBz7LUqoaI/AAAAAAAAARc/AYkLDCB3UWM/s320/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354907417432465826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside wasn't fantastic but it was culturally interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB0pYJSlHI/AAAAAAAAARs/YYeNKs35FtQ/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB0pYJSlHI/AAAAAAAAARs/YYeNKs35FtQ/s320/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908211148395634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB088tYJRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RUytWbMuMrg/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB088tYJRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RUytWbMuMrg/s320/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908547380946194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet fat sleeping cat. I love him! He entertained me while mummy was checking in. Then went STRAIGHT back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1ShV3iUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rq0qfLhLT2o/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1ShV3iUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rq0qfLhLT2o/s320/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908917991704898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the castle visit, we went around the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1f1YoHpI/AAAAAAAAASE/QalQ5eYstCk/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1f1YoHpI/AAAAAAAAASE/QalQ5eYstCk/s320/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354909146710285970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High class restuarants have ugly looking food, but it tasted DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1ugwK0II/AAAAAAAAASM/9bn6ajqp55Y/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB1ugwK0II/AAAAAAAAASM/9bn6ajqp55Y/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354909398869921922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao sai. Hahaha! My dessert, chocolate mousse! MM MM GOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB2da9UP1I/AAAAAAAAASU/u00QvLtjeng/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB2da9UP1I/AAAAAAAAASU/u00QvLtjeng/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354910204768304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for drinking withe Dennis and my aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3H1MrEyI/AAAAAAAAASc/mT44Qy6njrk/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3H1MrEyI/AAAAAAAAASc/mT44Qy6njrk/s320/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354910933366543138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3:35am, woke up at 7:00am for a long car ride to SPAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day9, i think, Barcelona, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3a6FZduI/AAAAAAAAASk/Q-SZY9sLKcw/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3a6FZduI/AAAAAAAAASk/Q-SZY9sLKcw/s320/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354911261095720674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4AJ18zPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uI_f8E-2OiM/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4AJ18zPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uI_f8E-2OiM/s320/DSC00996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354911900981054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy rented an apartment from a French person who lived in Spain(irony?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4NWUElHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S9cnQuep4MU/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4NWUElHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S9cnQuep4MU/s320/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354912127666918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to feel how is it like to live in Spain like locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3rQ9bzWI/AAAAAAAAASs/nQmiErzSK88/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB3rQ9bzWI/AAAAAAAAASs/nQmiErzSK88/s320/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354911542114241890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nugget's cameo! He's the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4fJfgK1I/AAAAAAAAATE/LJIB9jnOiAU/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB4fJfgK1I/AAAAAAAAATE/LJIB9jnOiAU/s320/DSC00999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354912433462848338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DINNER IN SPAIN! WONDERRRRRFUL!! The tapas were AWESOME! I ate the prawns D8 and the blacky things in the back were spanish mushrooms! TASTIEST MUSHIES! And garlic bread and clams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB407rykeI/AAAAAAAAATM/fJT86mPml68/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB407rykeI/AAAAAAAAATM/fJT86mPml68/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354912807713411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baldy server was damn nice and entertaining! He was shocked that I could speak to him in spanish! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB5M7K5GkI/AAAAAAAAATU/67r5P17j3tY/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB5M7K5GkI/AAAAAAAAATU/67r5P17j3tY/s320/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354913219892288066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accidentally said, "I want a BIG fish" in spanish and the fish was 1/3 of the table length. OOPS?! But it was totally fresh! Like they just killed the fish and cooked it kinda fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day10, Barcelona, sway day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB51I7e5NI/AAAAAAAAATc/GP_uUEAHmw0/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB51I7e5NI/AAAAAAAAATc/GP_uUEAHmw0/s320/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354913910780519634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNCTURED! Daddy uh daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB6KemTt7I/AAAAAAAAATk/hYGEJhj5muk/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB6KemTt7I/AAAAAAAAATk/hYGEJhj5muk/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354914277374539698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spanish people at the cafe we sat at to wait for the tow truck helped us. But they weren't useful at all. Oh wells! At least they tried right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB6jwIYKCI/AAAAAAAAATs/mA34cG_N7vk/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB6jwIYKCI/AAAAAAAAATs/mA34cG_N7vk/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354914711577569314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil boy was like hugging my leg when I had to leave. His mummy was like "he likes you!" and she too was surprised I spoke spanish. Okay all of them were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB61xkZhvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtzm10PS3P4/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB61xkZhvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtzm10PS3P4/s320/DSC01007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354915021201180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cola again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB7lYVLLtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qMbRd0zIbro/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB7lYVLLtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qMbRd0zIbro/s320/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354915839060160210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis and I walked around the place and there was this famous church near by. I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB8CRtYclI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VB7gdB2qF4w/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB8CRtYclI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VB7gdB2qF4w/s320/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354916335498850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet bird shit car. I was laughing my ass off. The birdies love this car A LOT, in fact, too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB8r8Z0ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aFbLfP6Tj_0/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB8r8Z0ZiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aFbLfP6Tj_0/s200/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354917051334157858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB86FI8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/DzAg9vPxs_s/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB86FI8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/DzAg9vPxs_s/s200/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354917294197457890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back and the tow truck still wasnt here. Me playing with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB9zf0qM-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kIASbInWuTk/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB9zf0qM-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kIASbInWuTk/s320/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918280612688866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd fix the tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-FMMig8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/LIsmW1VoCzM/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-FMMig8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/LIsmW1VoCzM/s320/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918584581784514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it back in time for the Marina's live performances! Oh I couldn't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-USS-s5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/hzJSqkiYhcU/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-USS-s5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/hzJSqkiYhcU/s320/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918843917448082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-nmpPp3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/AvhjgKXR7pg/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-nmpPp3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/AvhjgKXR7pg/s320/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354919175797057394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and aunty made dinner! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-3zsPasI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SIWlOs-QGKM/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlB-3zsPasI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SIWlOs-QGKM/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354919454177192642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with food, I'll end with food. No more food actually. Hahaha! Post will be tonight! CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4225799502389478859?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4225799502389478859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4225799502389478859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4225799502389478859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4225799502389478859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/pang-sai-pictures-part-2.html' title='Pang Sai pictures part 2.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SlBsKqwrkTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/geL85jjzkMQ/s72-c/DSC00911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7308831499584068027</id><published>2009-07-05T15:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:57:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I'd never lift a finger towards you, because it's like hurting my own blood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it rains while I'm studying Bio-analhole-chemistry 2! You'll find me on the couch working very hard, in my dreams. I love it when I study so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nap. I was on the "Glycogen Breakdown (glycogenolysis)" slide for 2hours. I stared at it, talked to people on msn, clearing my inbox and gulping down barley like it's free. Well come to think of it, it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; free, mummy paid for it at our weekly NTUC visit for groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self declared genius. HAHAHA! I got 16 out of 20 doing the test just glancing through the notes on 2.9 and 2.10 once. It's cancer and I know cancer, VERY WELL. Someone important to me had it before and I did my reading on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my friends ultra mega super uber funny. Check this out. It's fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell my social life that I feel like shit and am totally under the current. They think and blame my personal life for it. When I tell my personal life that I feel like shit and am totally under the current, my personal life thinks and blames it on my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how ironic it is? Very cute indeed, but both sides get the wrong impression! I swear I never bitchfit to either of my lives! THEY JUST ASSUME THAT and like I say, I let my friends say as they please. BUT ITS TOTALLY WRONG. MUAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a personal life or social life, now, for that matter. Im a sub-nerd. We don't have a social life or a personal life. We have a paper-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Dettol freak. Grrrreaaaat. I bought wipes. And hand sanitizer. And shower gel. And air sanitizer. And dettol liquid. Annnnnnnd okay you get the point. Hahaha! CLEANINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: 21 Guns by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;The MV is dammmmmmn sweeee...nice. HD baby! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNjiqygkBDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNjiqygkBDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;When it's time to live and let die,&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try,&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died,&lt;br /&gt;Your in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I am in ruins and some part of my heart is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7308831499584068027?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7308831499584068027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7308831499584068027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7308831499584068027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7308831499584068027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-never-lift-finger-towards-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4650026535888176253</id><published>2009-07-04T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:09:25.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Press the reset."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH. Caught up with Pig(flora), Minah(ameera), Kailan(karen), Manda(amanda) along with Miley(ma il *scoffs*) and Anthea! Too bad Sheryl couldn't join luh): Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ricocheted out of depress mode and into happy mode! Pictures are with pig. She and her forever-battery-low camera. HAHAHA! Laughing at pig all day long, CLEOPETRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best not to bore you with what we did. But if you realise how hard it was for me to be happy for the past few days, you'd know today was God's miracle. No booze, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is go out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANEY TEO WAN HUI&lt;/span&gt;! Miss you shitless luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned. Singapore is so small, I tell you. Saw like so many familiar faces, too many to name. Miley bought a Audio Technica headphone! Rich bitch. OMGosh. Jane's gonna hijack it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig says I have a mini-JieYing in me. She's this mega &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bimbo&lt;/span&gt; in my secondary school class. HAHAHAHAHA! Who loves romance novels, pink and squeals at anything and everything, literally. Hmmm sounds a lot like Lisbeth, cept the pink part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Kailan and I bought shopaholic books. Lord have mercy. No luh! I just wanted to get back to my reading habit. I swear upon Santa being fat, that I am not becoming a bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me why I sobbed/moped/cried over that channel8 drama, I'll say this, "I'm not hormonal or emotional, I'm perfectly normal. It was just a very sad show." Bullshit luh Jane. Shhh they won't know the diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, when I want to say "fuck" I will replace it with "damn". Start small luh huh. Don't progress too fast, it won't work, for me. DAMN YOU! HA! Getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my day: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; by Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm in love with this song's beat, vocals, and lyrics. Enjoy the high quality sound! Jane loves her music in the best quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLB30Yw4zS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLB30Yw4zS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4650026535888176253?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4650026535888176253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4650026535888176253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4650026535888176253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4650026535888176253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/press-reset.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8080611768861955138</id><published>2009-07-04T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:42:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;"Cry" by Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's post is later, after booze hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't give it to you on purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning round.&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;My tears I'll drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8080611768861955138?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8080611768861955138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8080611768861955138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8080611768861955138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8080611768861955138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-by-rihanna-i-didnt-give-it-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-505003739745920859</id><published>2009-07-03T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You, me and everything else in between."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in hell already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My utter reluctance to drag my ass out of bed recently, is due to the brooding fact that this emotional breakdown break-through out-break break off is wearing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already feel hate at my doorstep ready to enter when I give up. Because when I start giving up on people, I become nastily mean really fast. Oh this is like second puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no pus means there is not bacterial killing. Im a science student, so Im relating things using science. If you understand what I'm saying when I say that, you deserve a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE WEEK. This is the worst week of my life besides the first week I left US, weepy and whimpy. I feel so exhuasted - EMOTIONALLY unsound, mentally dead, physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you having major constipation while tearing your ass open and blowing a lung to force poopoo out. Yes well, take your ass' pain and convert it to heart pain. You cant sit without flinching, well I cant breathe with hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And til this day I still haven't told y'all why I'm like this. It's a subject best left for another day. Where is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;she&lt;/span&gt; when I need her most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos! Estoy mucho cansada. Buenas Noches. Early one today. I don't feel like staying up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-505003739745920859?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/505003739745920859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=505003739745920859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/505003739745920859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/505003739745920859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-my-reach.html' title='Out of my reach'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1569117190050862849</id><published>2009-07-02T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:05:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to your question is YES, I DO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Everytime I don't see you, I feel my heart breaking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand who is the greatest? I stumbled over somebody's lil blog today. Ooooooooooh the wonders of googling nonsense. I need a life. Or gimme back my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish Alex Lee was my tutorial teacher. I don't get the female one. My "bright"ness has it limits. I gave the teacher my 4-in-1 kungfu pao pao kick with my single digit sectionB flunk on her paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need therapy, I need rehab, or maybe something stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, what, where, when, how?! GOD SLAP ME IN MY FACE NOW PLEASE. I really need to wake up from all my bad dreams and stop dreaming of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/slap/loganstahl/slap-bitch-demotivational-poster.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o126/loganstahl/slap-bitch-demotivational-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathetic when my buddies need me yet my own damn heart is breaking and I'm barely keeping my composure. I'm borderlining deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could stab my bleeding heart and be there, I would. But I need it to live. Hahaha! I feel terrible for abandoning you three. But I actually have to concentrate on breathing, that's how bad I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say one thing. Someone in my clique's MOUTH is too big for (ahem's) head. You better learn to control it because you're causing a rift. Please don't pass tolerance threshold. Or I'll be force to slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking as each day goes by. My heart breaks when I don't see you. My heart breaks and there's really nothing I can do but put on the mask I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN FEST anyone? Tonight I got 2 songs for you all to hear. It's not bad. But they can't really win "It's You" or "SORRY SORRY" or "Why I Like You" by SUJU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J28Y1f066c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J28Y1f066c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;"I Don't Care" by 2NE1. Sounds like Sean Kingston's Take You There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9-eAKszyOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9-eAKszyOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;"Emotion" by Big Bang. Sounds like Lady Gaga's Poker face. (I'll tell you a funy story tmr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1569117190050862849?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1569117190050862849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1569117190050862849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1569117190050862849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1569117190050862849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/answer-to-your-question-is-yes-i-do.html' title='The answer to your question is YES, I DO.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-220388963648845984</id><published>2009-07-01T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:26:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myocardial Infarction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Because only you can save me from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tired shitless man. Tired of the nonsense from some people. I swear they are ridding on my nerves. Tired of people. *whines* I am mentally constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's because my heart is sulking, weeping, moping and she's just plain depressing. So much so that my head can't think. And I'm not helping by listening to MJ, making me wanna cry too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had time to stop and comfort fify. I feel likka bad owner. If you were a person, I'd hug you and never let go because I don't know how to help you. I feel the pain. Jane feels pathetic tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't wanna be the strong, silent one. I wanna be the whimpy, whiney one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap you in my arms and whine whenever you have to leave. Whine to you about everything and everyone. Whine about all the stupid things happening in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence all of their nonsense that runs through my mind with your voice. Because only you can save me from me. Don't turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: You Are Not Alone by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why, did you have to go and leave my world so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hk3coUjqXe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hk3coUjqXe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I seriously feel like crying when I listen to this song. Overly emotional human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-220388963648845984?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/220388963648845984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=220388963648845984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/220388963648845984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/220388963648845984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/07/myocardial-infarction.html' title='Myocardial Infarction.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4087350072076993269</id><published>2009-06-30T18:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:54:39.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the restart button?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I'll never ask for anyone but you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Skosbh7wHhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p8DzO5lQ6Xg/s1600-h/transformers2_poster_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 424px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Skosbh7wHhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p8DzO5lQ6Xg/s400/transformers2_poster_final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353139958560333330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Optimus kick some decepticon ass is D8 (x1,000,000). I LOOVEE IT!*chubby M1 boss style* Hahahaha! Megan Fox is *choir sings "HOT"* hot. Bumble Bee's cute. Optimus is IMBA. Twins are seriously hilarious "It's suppose to hurt! It's called an ass kickin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthea got me listening to a song. Oh there goes the heart pain. Excuse me while I try to concentrate on breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzDvRT6liXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzDvRT6liXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I have something I wrote, something I wanted to say. But everytime I want to speak, you put your finger to my lips. So I'll type it out for the world to see just how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If money could buy me time with you, I'd be the happiest bankruptee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If killing people would bring me one step closer to you, I'd kill everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If roses signify how much I love you, I'm afraid I'll have to kill everyone first due to space constrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If being mocked means I get your attention for one minute, I'd order mile thick skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you being happy means you being with someone else, I'd watch over you from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If there's a chance or a way to be with you, I'll find it, because I believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And if you believe in miracles too, then don't let go of me just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem like Lianz wants the whole world to hate her and her dardar. Hahaha! Oh you made enemies in Food Science, BMS and BIO. Are you planning on Vet or BCS? Because I'm sure I have some friends there who'd like to hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll link you to &lt;a href="http://drownandwhine.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ferdi's blog&lt;/a&gt;(Lanzy's buddy). The lastest post, last paragraph. I can't believe she never tell that piece of nose shit off! Oh my gawd. Why doesn't she glare at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a reason to make her life hell. Which reminds me, Bryan and Miley testifies that lianz smells SOUR. How would we know? We sat behind Johnson and thing. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Never Say Never by The Fray&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your guardian, when all is crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPUYl8Aom8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPUYl8Aom8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4087350072076993269?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4087350072076993269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4087350072076993269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4087350072076993269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4087350072076993269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheres-restart-button.html' title='Where&apos;s the restart button?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/Skosbh7wHhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p8DzO5lQ6Xg/s72-c/transformers2_poster_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6920525472939523741</id><published>2009-06-29T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:47:14.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you find you, come back to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Tell me what to say, tell me what you want to hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkjTx_UhU8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/lB8sl5TU9cQ/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkjTx_UhU8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/lB8sl5TU9cQ/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352761012894389186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(can you hear it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one subject, all science students hate. CSAS. Redundant&amp;amp;Retarded. I wasted pen ink. Eh economic recession! Don't waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing a draft for my csas homework(yes, The Jane's favourite subject) and I was at the end and my mind's all tired, my fingers are threatening to fall off if I continued to scribble. "The symptoms are adbomianal pain..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold up. What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "jeez viji's so anal" while copying "abdorminal" and it became "adbomianal" Hahaha! Lesson learnt, don't bitchfit and copy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8 Lianz privatise her blog?! D8 Sheesh. Whiney bitch feels super don't friend lianz now(not that I ever did). Everyone's like moving blog or un-publicating it or just plain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself for quarantining myself at home last AnnetteShobaday, Oops, I meant Tuesday. Now I have no HEAD and I don't understand shit. Molecular Genetics will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China men(hydro-car-bomb[oc1] and Dr. Hu) are the bane of my scientific life. I don't understand him, them. Ugh! Speak english dammit! I looked at my MGEN tutorial for like 1minute, got depressed and closed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I was watching TV(yes, I do that sometimes) flipping through channels like Paris Hilton changing her undies/boyfriends. What the hell happened to MTV? There's barely any music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rabbit came into the house and took a dump on my foot. Friggin' milo balls. I booted my bunny(his name's Bunny, very original) out of the house. His name was originally Shadow Fats, but my daddy said Bunny was nicer. That's like calling a girl, a girl -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Come Back To Me by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting to see, you find you, come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5Kyp6bp_R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5Kyp6bp_R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6920525472939523741?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6920525472939523741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6920525472939523741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6920525472939523741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6920525472939523741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-find-you-come-back-to-me.html' title='When you find you, come back to me.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkjTx_UhU8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/lB8sl5TU9cQ/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8970639404766880867</id><published>2009-06-28T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:53:08.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You are a privilege."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying away from parties for a while. Not that I don't like them. My singaporean excuse for it would be, my risk of getting pig flu is higher! So I'll be staying home, doing my catching up likka lil nerd. Anyone wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's got all sorts of weird theories and they amaze me. Today's theory is, I can change the atmosphere at will. She says I can make people feel stupid, nervous, welcomed, happy, sad, scared, awkward, embarrassed, as I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Are you high?" Hahaha! It's a subject for another day because our debate was very long. Scott supports her. D8 What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overly&lt;/span&gt; emotional. I came home at like 9:05-ish? My mummy was watching her channel 8 drama and sobbing. So I watched 5 minutes of it. The next thing I know, Im sobbing too! O_O Recently, my emotions have been overwhelming. Im unable to control my tears, my words, my self. Pandemic alert. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I feel an emotion, its extreme. I don't understand. When I'm upset/annoyed, my blood boils. When I'm sad, I feel like dying. When I'm happy, the world's colourful(queer kinda colourful, that's bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If My Words Carried Any Signifiance To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands why,&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't even try, to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Try to hurt you bad, make you mad,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do that, can't see you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to not care about you,&lt;br /&gt;Is asking water not to be wet,&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to give up on you,&lt;br /&gt;Is asking Santa not to be fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me not to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Is like telling my heart not to beat,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me not to miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Is like telling me not to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you know how much you mean to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if I could get what I want by rolling around on the floor, whining, I'd do it in a heartbeat. That may seem rather pathetic, but if it works, I'm sure I can live with the shame. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomeness of Super Junior live dancing and half lip dubbing(it's still sizzling). As such. My two favourite songs with my 3 favourite leading. Oh gosh. Han Geng, Si Won and Dong Hae! *goes into suju fangirl mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy. I need to get a life instead of watching every damn dance video of suju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfV7UGypE_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfV7UGypE_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that most describes me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSvTxfIvdIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSvTxfIvdIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8970639404766880867?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8970639404766880867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8970639404766880867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8970639404766880867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8970639404766880867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-privilege.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2516194274075663339</id><published>2009-06-27T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:46:23.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"As long as you are happy, I am at peace with the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISMAIL THE PETTY! I love you even though you are THE pettiest boy on earth, even number2 can't beat you(that's saying a lot). Sometimes I can't stand you at all, but there are times I'd never trade you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholics have their wife/husband in drink form. My wife use to be Long Island Tea, now, I have found another, PEACH MOJITO! Oh I'll just die without it. It's is love, alcohol-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now that I've gotten some alcohol in my system, but alcohol doesn't heal the pain. That I know. But I realised, I can't do much because my problem requires 2 people's effort, I can do a 110% it will make no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song today, a bit slow but better late than never. It's "You Are My Rock" by Beyonce. Cutest couple award goes to Beyonce and Jay-Z. Second cutest is Pink and Carey Hart! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha no, it's not korean, chillax. "You Are My Rock" by Beyonce. It's on the video anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HMU1XFOjbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HMU1XFOjbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Damn the Pink song embedding thingy got disabled. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the link. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9yay4PX0OA"&gt;"Please Don't Leave Me" by Pink&lt;/a&gt;. The MV is hilarious. She's my punk idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of drinking will be uploaded, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Out again. I wonder when I'll have the time to actually catch up on my stack of lecture notes and tutorials. My life is in a mess. Yes, I call this a mess. I can't live in chaos, I'll just spread my energy too wide, and exhaust myself, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me to go out next week. I really need to catch up. I can't afford to flunk Immunology. Yeah, I flunk sectionB. Like single digit flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Battlefield by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war, you know I never want to hurt you. Don't even know what we are fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZkDzb_GKFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZkDzb_GKFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2516194274075663339?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2516194274075663339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2516194274075663339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2516194274075663339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2516194274075663339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-long-as-you-are-happy-i-am-at-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2644145666388946101</id><published>2009-06-27T10:35:00.047+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:07:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France-Spain Trip(Jane's lao sai pictures)</title><content type='html'>Day 1 (Paris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWI8CampMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nJtCHAms0OA/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWI8CampMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nJtCHAms0OA/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351834297221686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend. Metro ticket machine. I had to buy tickets in FRENCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWJa6ed0pI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ULtHAXQ6VX0/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWJa6ed0pI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ULtHAXQ6VX0/s320/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351834827666346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not Notre Dame, we thought it was. Bunch of Mountain Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWJyIqGoSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/q-qZqgzM9O8/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWJyIqGoSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/q-qZqgzM9O8/s320/DSC00754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351835226610245922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWKR7CYw7I/AAAAAAAAALE/XcuNVOOQOdE/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWKR7CYw7I/AAAAAAAAALE/XcuNVOOQOdE/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351835772709815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we walked from there and back! At least 5km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWK5L99PGI/AAAAAAAAALM/VHiBov3qdi0/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWK5L99PGI/AAAAAAAAALM/VHiBov3qdi0/s320/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351836447269534818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWLM6KWEcI/AAAAAAAAALU/py2kt5rWVy0/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWLM6KWEcI/AAAAAAAAALU/py2kt5rWVy0/s320/DSC00772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351836786087039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I see Paris or do I see Paris? Yes, we climbed UP the damn mountain not take the cable car for this shot. My leg almost dropped off because I had to carry the old folk's stuff up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWLdYs9uII/AAAAAAAAALc/IpV7To_3Cs4/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWLdYs9uII/AAAAAAAAALc/IpV7To_3Cs4/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351837069163214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to add this picture in. Spot cute guy whose got a really nice smile, and don't ask me how I know that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWMG2K_4JI/AAAAAAAAALk/QEQ0O0-kP_Y/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWMG2K_4JI/AAAAAAAAALk/QEQ0O0-kP_Y/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351837781448450194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy the fussy eater, made us walk 4 rounds around the same shops just to see ALL the menus and which one sounded relatively nice to eat. *drops dead from hunger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWMm1flclI/AAAAAAAAALs/NGMfIIJxCkc/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWMm1flclI/AAAAAAAAALs/NGMfIIJxCkc/s320/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351838331022176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY FOOOOD! That concludes day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (Still in Frenchy fry land)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWN1EUWFeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H90uWz3Ur34/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWN1EUWFeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H90uWz3Ur34/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351839675031360994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mont Saint Michel, at night the green part is cover in WATER. Natural barrier much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWOUQK4bwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/819tcAL-eUY/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWOUQK4bwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/819tcAL-eUY/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351840210788839170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked the scenic path there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWOpJ80rWI/AAAAAAAAAME/Dxp_4Fimsrg/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWOpJ80rWI/AAAAAAAAAME/Dxp_4Fimsrg/s320/DSC00792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351840569896512866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside's like mini-daigon ally(from Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWPGkkwVsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0lvRIUU9nUU/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWPGkkwVsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0lvRIUU9nUU/s320/DSC00803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841075259528898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWPSOwassI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aE24dtU55_A/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWPSOwassI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aE24dtU55_A/s320/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841275561292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we walked on the road back. For 2.1km with chilly winds. My bladder froze over and my mucus were like stalactites hanging from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWQKRzIKbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_1uN6Gn2SXA/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWQKRzIKbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_1uN6Gn2SXA/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351842238450641330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of a cow eating grass and MSM in the background, from a postcard! Hahaha! My photography skills are really lao sai so I had to resort to postcards! Shhh! Don't make a big fuss out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concludes day 2 somewhere in France, Normandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3, Long drive to Mr Klement's Chateau, somewhere in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWRHlowo8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/p4gy8QU5T2A/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWRHlowo8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/p4gy8QU5T2A/s320/DSC00821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843291747886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LONG about 1km entrance long journey seemed like something out of a scary movie! A bunch of travellers get trapped in a house and tortured. Its really in the middle of nowhere. The GPS showed that we were driving through a FIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWRsvEzmGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uaq5i2x6wl8/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWRsvEzmGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uaq5i2x6wl8/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843929936599138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after we reached, it was REALLY nice! I'll retire there. It's so calm, so peaceful, so quiet away from all the hussle and bussle of the city. Mind you, away from stuck up French people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWSUqzessI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3dN1J9R_u2k/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWSUqzessI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3dN1J9R_u2k/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844615984952002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nugget's cameo! Cuteness! He's smiling for this picture too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWS6gm1SFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5lsgpO1rQSg/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWS6gm1SFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5lsgpO1rQSg/s320/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845266082580562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chateau De Villandry. Google it. They got better pictures then my lao sai ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWTcBGNNRI/AAAAAAAAANE/0z-zKyAc5ao/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWTcBGNNRI/AAAAAAAAANE/0z-zKyAc5ao/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845841739789586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWTxNOjunI/AAAAAAAAANM/qu0FSG4DSD8/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWTxNOjunI/AAAAAAAAANM/qu0FSG4DSD8/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351846205773298290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWYm-B2nyI/AAAAAAAAANU/NXu5P3q8IY4/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWYm-B2nyI/AAAAAAAAANU/NXu5P3q8IY4/s320/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851527452925730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the roses that no matter how many pictures I take, it still looks fake. It's REAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWZpDr3I1I/AAAAAAAAANc/VZQPXAZzaJU/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWZpDr3I1I/AAAAAAAAANc/VZQPXAZzaJU/s320/DSC00837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351852662842663762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9:15pm(right) and there's still sun!! D8 It's 3am in Sg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWagC9Cj9I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZsNwizbbFvA/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWagC9Cj9I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZsNwizbbFvA/s320/DSC00849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351853607539085266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be seeing more of my feet, it's when I feel at peace. That concludes day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, Bordeaux! Dennis joined us here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWbanhkbDI/AAAAAAAAANs/xxNKpUlqZ3s/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWbanhkbDI/AAAAAAAAANs/xxNKpUlqZ3s/s320/DSC00865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351854613788388402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand my breakfast. Hot dog breads. This one was funny. Its in a french loaf! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWcLlLJrwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7Ipo7qxbPfk/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWcLlLJrwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7Ipo7qxbPfk/s320/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351855454971080450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazying around the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWcpGlrPiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UToJNQrrYQ4/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWcpGlrPiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UToJNQrrYQ4/s320/DSC00868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351855962156908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWdpDMaWuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZOaKXk742xk/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWdpDMaWuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZOaKXk742xk/s320/DSC00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351857060757265122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something left behind by the romans -.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWevvCw_EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gaRWkk7zfpI/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWevvCw_EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gaRWkk7zfpI/s320/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351858275118808130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let mummy shop on her own. LV.. fine... HERMES(errrh-mis NOT HER-MEZ!)?! WHAT. Don't ask how much that bag cost, your two hands aren't even enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4 was rather short because it was mostly shopping, I bought nothing, that tells you how expensive things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 heading to Lourdes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWgFTWRZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZY1q2Tx_zv0/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWgFTWRZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZY1q2Tx_zv0/s320/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351859745153181618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh so lovable cousin, Dennis. He's damn hilarious. We hate the french! HAHAHAH! Keep dissing them in hokkien everywhere we go. Oh! The fruit shop! I met someone like Marjorie! She was so damn shy and nervous while talking to me. She kept stumbling over her words, very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWg_SuQGfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/13h2_qG24e4/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWg_SuQGfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/13h2_qG24e4/s320/DSC00887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351860741417736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying wine, to be in my family, you must be able to hold up your alcohol, ladies included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWhg8oaVFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o3WUAF9DFV4/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWhg8oaVFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o3WUAF9DFV4/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351861319603213394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that sold the wine was like "You drink hard liquor ma'am?" in front of my mum! I was like "Uhhh yeah a lil bit... :D" Hahaha! He gave me the bottle on the right. He filled it half full and said, "Shoot! You'll like it." I did, and omg. I couldn't breathe for 5 seconds. Hahaha he laughed and was like "Not bad, most people would have spat it out but you drank it. It's 85% alcohol." I was like D8 But the after taste was so damn nice! I was like "Heh heh heh daddy *nudge nudge* can buy that one. Very nice :D" Yeah, daddy bought it, the big bottle too! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWjUeeN-LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cnn0zmpt0Ig/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWjUeeN-LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cnn0zmpt0Ig/s320/DSC00894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351863304372222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely aint it? Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWkLO4IuDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1maE3r0WbQk/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWkLO4IuDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1maE3r0WbQk/s320/DSC00896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351864245078767666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful church that was built in Lourdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWk7heMu1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/i8_NI9I9Yos/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWk7heMu1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/i8_NI9I9Yos/s320/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351865074703973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWlaKrVXDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oqnSe-DZxLw/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWlaKrVXDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oqnSe-DZxLw/s320/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351865601160993842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the Mother of my heart. The giver of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWmsu0bT9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/UYsWuOLs-SU/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWmsu0bT9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/UYsWuOLs-SU/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351867019612082130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church built over the grotto where Mother Mary stand, astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWopUeLTNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YCuFiMXMo1Y/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWopUeLTNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YCuFiMXMo1Y/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351869160023084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWpRuOXjRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lyFTIsSJRSk/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWpRuOXjRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lyFTIsSJRSk/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351869854130867474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle-light procession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWpqfJptVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VOt00z8t69c/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWpqfJptVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VOt00z8t69c/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351870279581283666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWqJVlrR0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zyNQaAn2ZPg/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWqJVlrR0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zyNQaAn2ZPg/s320/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351870809590417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end of the 6th day, and the end of part 1 of my 2 part lao sai pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post will be when I get back, alive and not OD-ed on alcohol. Hahaha! Thanks for your cheering up, Eli(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2644145666388946101?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2644145666388946101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2644145666388946101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2644145666388946101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2644145666388946101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/france-spain-tripjanes-lao-sai-pictures.html' title='France-Spain Trip(Jane&apos;s lao sai pictures)'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SkWI8CampMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nJtCHAms0OA/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-513524019456354342</id><published>2009-06-26T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:40:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a bad person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Feeling pain in a place I'd least expect to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a bad person, I will not hurt people. I am not a bad person, I am trying my best to keep my heart from hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have done wrong when I took the one that cares for me most for granted, but I am not that person anymore. It was foolish and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wont lie, even if telling the truth is worst than coughing up a lie. I know you couldn't fully trust me after I told you what I did, but I'd rather you know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you never saw me as a person who cares for you. I am sorry that you think everything I say is a lie. I am sorry I couldn't clear up all the misunderstandings and correct my wrongs. I am sorry that you think I am a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you not see it in my eyes. Could you not read it in my words. If you can't then it's alright. I will keep my word, I will not hurt you. I am not that dickless faggot, I won't hurt you even if I can't have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more words left to say except, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not a bad person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand Michael Jackson is dead. I couldn't believe my ears when Poks was like "Oh yah, Michael Jackson died." My facial expression was D8 for 5minutes and I kept repeating "Michael Jackson's dead?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is why I like Mel Heng when she's angry. She is capable of making me laugh even when she's angry. I still remember her coming up to me saying(and smiling), "Bao! I'm like damn angry you know! hahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She twitted: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Khatib! what the fark is that?!? then my mum volunteered to fetch, and i thought okay! she sent me to Kembangan MRT. _l_ _l_ x93738428368542&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She twitted again: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;i;m home. too angry to move. seriously knn.... seriously......... like I'm not capable of going to the mrt station myself _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues to roll on the floor laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she's hilarious. She, Tiffy, Janey and I were once a lil clique in Sec2(*GRINS*) Oh! Speaking of Tiffy, she's in TP and Jessie's in AS! D8 SAC mania! Oh wait, that's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for anything. I aint gonna cancel tomorrow, I need the alcohol. (Jane alcohol only numbs the pain, I know shut up) Eli, I might not go on Sun): Im not going to spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to ask why I feel dead, y'all prolly don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sleeping early. I'm going to my favourite place when I feel like this. I'm going to have a little chat with my favourite Guy and my Lady. (Hint: Jesus&amp;amp;Mother Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet dreams and sleep tight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the day: Why I Like You, It's You, Heartquake, SORRY SORRY by Super Junior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-513524019456354342?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/513524019456354342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=513524019456354342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/513524019456354342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/513524019456354342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-not-bad-person.html' title='I am not a bad person.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8212207714540272709</id><published>2009-06-25T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:05:08.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarang Hae 사랑해</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You can have the world as long as you are happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! Whoa. The restuarant called "Seafood paradise" really is a seafood paradise. One problem, I don't really like seafood. Hahaha! But still the 5 of us were belly up with goooood food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mummy to mini bite size bits. Family, my blood is thicker than water. I may not slap my good friends, but this I won't let them say as they please. These are one of those things I wont take sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insult me, but don't touch my family. I promise you, God will take the backseat, mercy will sit this one out, talking is out of the question and my fist will take driving. I have my daddy's temper and his colourful hokkien vocabulary too. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wholly CRAP! *goes hysterical* I have taken a liking to korean pop D8 What the hell Jane. I just like their weird not englishing rhyming lyrics. Hahaha! Have a look at "Why I Like You" and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ao0AqaAG4Lg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"Hate U, Love U"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that just makes me sound so Kpop fanclub girl. NOOOO WAYYY PSHHH I didn't join Super Junior Fanclub, I just become the VIP member. Pshhh nothing much. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what's going through that lil mischievous head of yours. Then I snap back into reality and slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQlL4zgCFU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQlL4zgCFU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I found good quality and engerlish translation! Where's my lil leprechuan? I wanna give him some treats for letting me find it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in love with the MV of "It's You" by Super Junior. One can only shrug when questioned about why. Lemme refresh your memory since you lazy people won't scroll down(: It's defo song of the damn week luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1ctqu4H170&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1ctqu4H170&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;Pictures of Barcelona and France will be posted over the weekend when I have time to transfer the tuckload. Maybe squeeze in time for a lil poem? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8212207714540272709?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8212207714540272709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8212207714540272709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8212207714540272709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8212207714540272709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/sarang-hae.html' title='Sarang Hae 사랑해'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2344943477869917997</id><published>2009-06-24T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:59:11.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"If life was a game. I'll pause this game so our love will never end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Shoba is one of a kind. Today while she was going through her debrief on MGEN lab. She was explaining SOMETHING. I was trying to understand that SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I s'ppose my face was in a total SQUINT. Cause she suddenly burst out laughing and said "Jane can you look away, just turn away! You're face just makes me want to laugh!" and she continued laughing for a good minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice was laughing her ass off behind me. I seriously wasn't making faces at her! I was trying to understand what lacZ spilt then GAP insert in and what thing got inactivated, Im sorry, that's that SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that Im absolutely amused at the stupidity of chao ah lians and dickless bengs? Wanna slap 'em and ask them to wake up their bloody idea! Goodness can you believe that people are actually arguing through a TAGBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find stupider than stupid is, ASKING AN ANONYMOUS PERSON TO SAY HIS/HER NAME. Y'know there's a reason why the person stays anon, dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all. They think bad grammar and horrible spelling(trust me, I know horrible spelling, I'm the pioneer of it) phrased into an incoherent sentence makes them mucho macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible spelling evidence: Blift (I s'ppose that's believe) Oh I got an even more ridiculous one, 'come' spelt as 'cum'. Gawd-awful. Does this dipshit even know what cum is?! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If You Could Hear Me Say This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the clouds about you, m'dear,&lt;br /&gt;Only wishing you were here.&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why you've disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;But these words you'll never hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I talk to the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Asking them why are you so far.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we take what's ours,&lt;br /&gt;Letting the flame burn in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the end,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let go of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't say it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't fill your heart with hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my heart about you today,&lt;br /&gt;We talk about you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you never slipped away,&lt;br /&gt;Now I just pray for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go, just stay close,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I care about most.&lt;br /&gt;But this I'll never expose,&lt;br /&gt;Just look out for my roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli sent me a damn cute song. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDBpQVhCMb8&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fprancingissogay.blogspot.com%2F2009_05_01_archive.html&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Mario Kart's love song.&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha! Okay I don't play Mario Kart but apparently Miss GuitarHeroes5Million plays it. Sometimes I wish I could marry your brain, no need to study still ace tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired. An early one tonight. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the dayS: It's You by Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2344943477869917997?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2344943477869917997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2344943477869917997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2344943477869917997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2344943477869917997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-life-was-game.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5936925065469164327</id><published>2009-06-23T13:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:41:59.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"If someone is worth your tears, would that person really make you cry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't stand it when the people I love cry. In fact, I'd be miserable. So people(FRAN esp) if someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;loves you, he/she would not want OR leave you to cry. (to fran) But you don't have to suffer alone, nothing a lil Frap and company cant solve(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I award myself sainthood for returning the girl her wallet. Self declaring myself saint is the best thing I did all day. Besides plonking my ass in front of the computer doing a lil shopping D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Pictures are out! Mummy finally sends the chip for development. Whee! Lanzy, your hot french guy is inside it somewhere. Oh I love the pictures from the Lourve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*perv alert siren sounds* Im not a perv, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of pictures with a bunch of butts:D New meaning to marble hard ass. I resisted touching 'em because they're priceless art pieces and not because Im a perv or anything like that. PSHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The refined poem's done, but unfortunately for y'all. I left it in my room upstairs. Nahh too far. Blame the laziness that's kicked in. Tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tomorrow, I have to go to school ): Ew. That's means more homework, gawd-awful.  Lesson learnt, don't take it easy even for you're pet subject. Paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my playcount, the song, "It's You" by Super Junior is at 219. It's currently the highest because I "restored" poddy because he was being an ass. Technology just runs away from me, screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a big fan of Korean pop but damn do they have nice(translated) lyrics. Hahaha! Hell. Take a look at "Because I'm Stupid" by SS501(sounds like some levis jeans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wackycashew.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/ss501-nae-meoriga-nabbaseo-because-im-stupid-english-version/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translated lyrics of "Because I'm Stupid")&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the bad thing about going away is that I have a tuck load of catching up to do on Hollywood. Lohan still wants Sam back. Zac is still being an ugly fug. Edison's being "victimised". Oh shut up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama. Too much. Hahaha! My life seem dull compared to them. It's like "Hey! Watcha doing tonight?!".... "Oh nothing... just homework Pssshh nothing much." Save me from monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: El Ultimo Vals by La Oreja De Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;Lemme translate my favourite part: when everything ended and the silence spoke, only your eyes will know that it was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5936925065469164327?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5936925065469164327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5936925065469164327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5936925065469164327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5936925065469164327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-someone-is-worth-your-tears-would.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2896195404130734666</id><published>2009-06-22T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:47:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You deserve much better than me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Tears are words the heart cannot express, smiles are happiness the heart tries to hide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lousy. I feel drained, mentally, physically and emotionally(though I aint &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; emotional). Even Barley can't save me! NEUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaranting me? Are you serious. Well you should go hunt down about 15 odd people. Oh be damn! I went to a party on FRIDAY! D8 Oh aw hor! Singapore got pig flu liaoz. Die die die and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a girl's wallet today, with tonnes of cash and her ezlink, ATM card, IC, lots of VIP cards and an island's worth of receipts(recycle paper much?). This girl must spend money like water. Hahaha dont ask me how I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows a Cleone Tan from Business, please tell me, I wanna return the girl her wallet. I was looking for her number or something but I found her IC, her birthday's a day after mine! Coincidence? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem but I haven't refined it yet. Im a perfectionist remember? My work has to be of my approval standard(a bit high) before I'll hand it up otherwise my dog was coincidentally hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I got a whole day. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Better Than Me by Hinder&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the pink text and shit. The sound quality is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/caAzX3rtSEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/caAzX3rtSEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2896195404130734666?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2896195404130734666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2896195404130734666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2896195404130734666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2896195404130734666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-deserve-much-better-than-me.html' title='You deserve much better than me'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7034992769293710405</id><published>2009-06-21T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:00:39.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll look you when they curse at me, you're my happy place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I don't need anyone else, it's only you. When you ask again, it's you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Daddy's Day, Daddy! How does my dad spend it? Watching F1 in front of the ginormous TV screen. Hahaha! No luh, we had a DDay lunch. Full much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I got pig flu! Quarantine me! Hahahaha! It's super hilarious because in Spain and France there was not even a scrap of news. Not even the shit of your smallest nose shit, don't bother digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy(mind you, typical singaporean) brought like TEN MASKs and even rubber gloves! Oh my gawd. I was like "Mummy which biochemical war are you involved in now?" Rubber gloves? I think she thought we'd encounter raging scary looking finger snipping chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention? My SPANISH TAN IS FADDING D'8 NEUUUU! Why does my skin regenerate it's cells so fast! I don't get time to enjoy my spanish tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet watch Valkyrie, watch it. Claus Von Stauffenberg is one of the bravest man to me. He dared to oppose Hilter's conquest. I am impressed but I'd have joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when my freedom is taken away. I get upset): Hahahaha! I, like daddy, loves my country, just that we just hate the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better than my drooling depressed strained ass aching state yesterday. Talked to one of the people who can effortlessly break me. My second favourite boy, number2! Whose first? D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding! I told him I was losing my sanity and he laughed at me -_- Flunk history, he laughs at me. Tripped up the stairs, he laughs at me. Spelt elephant(elaphant, shuddup) wrong, he laughs at me. One fine day, Imma slap 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: It's You by Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;D8 the english lyrics shocked me, i like the beat and gosh korean people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1ctqu4H170&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1ctqu4H170&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7034992769293710405?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7034992769293710405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7034992769293710405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7034992769293710405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7034992769293710405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-look-you-when-they-curse-at-me.html' title='I&apos;ll look you when they curse at me, you&apos;re my happy place'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4027315183953960083</id><published>2009-06-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:40:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If only you knew the truth, you wouldn't be feeling this way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some clay stone that when you rub yo skin on it, it'll smell like really nice. (it really smells nice, smell my hands one of these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I bought this leather wrist band from FRANCE(mind you it's defo french), it smells like a rotting dead cow. I was convulsing while taking a tiny wiff of it. Gawd-awful I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since this clay stone works on my skin, I thought "Hey! Leather's skin too no?" (future Alberto Einstein) I poured the soap on the rock and rubbed in on the leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dense brain was like "Oh take a wiff. Its not that bad." I took a wiff. Oh yes, it worked alright, it smelt likka fementing dead cow. I don't whether to vomit or to faint.The smell was too powerful, overwhelming. *bends over like Neo in the Matrix but falls flat on face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Bought my MANHATTAN PORTAGE BAG. Lemme repeat that since you people are dyslexic and half blind. Jane bought her MANHATTAN PORTAGE BAG. WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the cost of my Project Shop bag(believe it or not). I name my MP bag, Shobet(Shor-Burt) please pronounce his last middle name right, Palomo(Pah-Loh-Moh). Got 10% off too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though all these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; things are happening. I feel, empty. I know why, I just can't bring myself to say it. Because I don't want it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. Went out with the breesey bunch yesterday then buddies today, there's church tomorrow and school the day after. Im dreading every second, but I'm lovin' seeing my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All holidays never see them(except Anthea and Miley) leh! Oh my gawd. Don't make me say I miss y'all cause I wont(not don't). Jet lagging but it doesnt feel that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I give it up to you. Please take care of this thing/person/problem that's making my heart heavy. I really don't want to care, really, but everytime I end up caring. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Wah this is one of the handful of songs that makes me what to cry. (I think I'm overly emotional from the lack of my spanish counterparts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time, here comes the start of every sleepless night... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here comes the pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4027315183953960083?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4027315183953960083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4027315183953960083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4027315183953960083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4027315183953960083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-pain.html' title='Here comes the pain'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2968839443880781412</id><published>2009-06-19T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:32:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i speak, you listen and understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The heart never lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH LONG ONE. How come so much changed while I was gone. Problems don't just arise overnight. No problem is unsolvable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people ever talk it out, they just rush to get out. The first to leave doesn't mean the least to hurt. I learnt the painful way, don't run from the problem, face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who run will never forgive themselves. They will just keep running away. If you love the person, just say it to them, tell them how you feel. What if they aren't here tomorrow, won't you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to say sorry then say it. If you want to say something don't hestitate. It's not hard. Start with words, then flow along with actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection, fear of depression, pride is not the only one standing in the way, fear too. I'm not saying I like it, I mean you wouldn't know if you don't ask right? I don't wait for things to fall into my hands, I work for what I want so I won't take what I have for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you'd rarely take something you've worked for, for granted. Thing's that come easy will be taken for granted, it's not some philosophical bullshit, it's truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted one thing, it was not saying how much I cared for someone when I had the chance, now I prolly won't get the chance. I don't regret what I've dont, I regret what I have not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be the one who asks 'what went wrong?', not because they don't care but because their pride's in the way. They don't want to seem "desperate" or be the "fool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me Im wrong because I know Im right, I've seen it happen before and many times over. "Pride comes before the fall" heard of that phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most people don't know is that if you take the leap of faith, you'd be surprise who catches you. The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; person&lt;/span&gt; you least expect is just waiting for you to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you should ever get a second chance at anything, don't hold back. Im not kidding when I say second chances are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not directing this to anyone. This is really general and it's what I think of what people do. People I cherish read my blog and I don't want them to make the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what my daddy says is true. "Sometimes when you try to protect someone so much from getting hurt, they don't understand why, they wont see your overprotectiveness as a sign that you actually love them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I felt damn BAD to the BONE when I heard my daddy say that. Because I could feel my daddy's concern when I get home from parties and stuff at like 11-12plus. Part of me wanted to give me daddy a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Better Now by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;If I could just let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2968839443880781412?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2968839443880781412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2968839443880781412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2968839443880781412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2968839443880781412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-speak-you-listen-and-understand.html' title='When i speak, you listen and understand'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8128084991991364307</id><published>2009-06-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:35:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I could say a thousand words, but I just want you to hear three of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;, and in need of a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Desperately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn happy being home for some gawd-awful reason. I hate France, I hate Deli-France, I hate the french. Say whatever you like to me, it won't change my opinion of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They snobbish attitude and narrow minded ignorance is not bliss, it pisses me right off. And they wonder why half the world hates them. Fuck the french(except Veu and Paul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention, shopping in France sucks? You can't beat HongKong, Singapore and Japan luh French bastards. Asia and Spain rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah wah wah... lianz got more drama in her life than me! PFFFFFT *scoffs* Wait wait wait, pause, rewind, slow down, backspace. Did the 'passerby' just call Johnson handsome? Lur eh lang si cheh meh. (you must be blind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, I couldn't stop laughing. She defo needs emotional and mental therapy, ASAP. "you very ugly leh." WHOA. Obvious much? But that is hitting under the belt luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't do such things, it's not fighting fair. I'd like to win fair and square. (dont have to bend down) Why do it anon, when I do it openly and in school all the time? HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self: Please do not leave you're friends alone for one and a half weeks. And bring yo gawddam charger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. How come when I get out of Singapore then Drama enters? It's like shes waiting for me to leave before she enters. Bitch. Jane needs to put her rusty social worker skills to use, damage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This convo is damn funny. Miley, Anthea and I were talking then suddenly. Just read this 3 lines. It happened in less like 5 seconds. Read is fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Pierce what?&lt;br /&gt;M: Scrotum.&lt;br /&gt;A: Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I wasn't there for you Miley): And poor Eli. Poor Anthea. Poor buddies. It's my fault, hahaha I didnt bring my charger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Rhythm of the Rain by Cascasdes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8128084991991364307?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8128084991991364307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8128084991991364307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8128084991991364307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8128084991991364307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-could-say-thousand-words-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4954355122389748315</id><published>2009-06-17T06:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:59:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness or in health ($1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"They say time will dry the tears, but true love stays for a thousand years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be sleeping so late, m'dear. It's bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you look gross, haggered, wrinkly, disgusting, sickly, and that's why you look awe-ful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;($1)($1)($1)($1) that was a rather long thought, 4-in-1 combo value meal for my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be in lala land and I just earned another dollar. Be safe, until I put you in danger when I get back. ($1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my tiresome-muscle-flexing-mood-swing day: (still the same as yesterday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4954355122389748315?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4954355122389748315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4954355122389748315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4954355122389748315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4954355122389748315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-sickness-or-in-health-1.html' title='In sickness or in health ($1)'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7824540847161527298</id><published>2009-06-15T05:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:37:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro song lyrics are so damn nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"If I get $1 for every time I think of you, I'll be a thousand-aire(let's be realistic)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you relatively bored people reading my blog, since you're reading, I assume you will listen and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk around the Barcelona Marina(port), oogling at boats, oh dont ask. Daddy brought up the subject of responsibility. Hahaha! He said that the reason why my parents were overprotective over me, cause Im a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I should treat my body with respect. My first reaction was like "HEH?! I cannot play sports/fall/do bunjee jumping/rollercoasters?!" (See how innocent my mind is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant the birds and the bees. Yes, my DAD was talking to me about the birds and the bees at my right old age of 17+. NO LA. We were talking about "level headed-ness" and "responsibility".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never put yourself in a position where you are in a dilema whether to keep the child or abort it. Because you will suffer a pain only YOU will bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! OH THE BEST PART! (wait for it waaaait for it) "I'm an open minded person whether the person is going to be your WIFE or husband, think before you act, don't do things on impulse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jaw drops* 'JANE CLOSE YOUR MOUTH and dont look stunned' my mind shouted *looks at the boat* and says "EH NICE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOVER RECOVER COME ON RECOVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my dad just say WIFE for me?? *gives the sneaky mischievous look and my dusty halo goes POOF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it should be about 6am in Singapore but its like 11pm in Barcelona. Hahaha! It's a morning present I'll leave for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Rhythm of The Rain by The Cascades&lt;br /&gt;Little does she know that when she left that day, along with her she took my heart.... I cant love another when my heart's somewhere far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7824540847161527298?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7824540847161527298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7824540847161527298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7824540847161527298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7824540847161527298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/retro-song-lyrics-are-so-damn-nice.html' title='Retro song lyrics are so damn nice'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4208307731910331827</id><published>2009-06-14T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:59:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Eternity seems a little too short when I'm with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; INTERNET CONNECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 11:12pm over here in Barcelona and I haven't eaten my lunch and dinner. No, I aint dead broke, today just isn't a very 'lucky' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was EASILY irritated the whole morning, afternoon and evening, but the grumpy grouch is feeling friendlier, for now. Nutella does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I said about spanish people being ugly? I take that back and slap myself like 2 times. (not so many times, later me thinks me dont like me) Hahaha! They aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane still dislike friggin' frenchies and I still love spanish peeps. I will live in Spain for some part of my live, one day. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem while I + my extended familia waiting for a tow truck, I'll tell you more when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Think Heaven's Missing An Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a little piece of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;In you I create my safe haven.&lt;br /&gt;You're my beautiful miracle,&lt;br /&gt;With you I face no obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please just hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;In a world no one else knows.&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me love you right,&lt;br /&gt;Promise you I'll hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're really gone.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to love me,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me you love me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: my ipod deleted all my songs, oh fuckerdy fuck fuck fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4208307731910331827?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4208307731910331827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4208307731910331827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4208307731910331827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4208307731910331827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/eternity-seems-little-too-short-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8477797859390101801</id><published>2009-06-13T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:24:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane frolics around in Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Fate is a place and time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLA from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BARCELON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's too much work to multi-colourise 'barcelona')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has been frolicking around France for the past 6 days! Bloody french fries don't speak english!! Oh my gawd, Jane and french people don't communicate well. Gawd-awfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in Barcelona with ugly spanish people. I take back what I said about spanish people being pretty. Frenchies are cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made 3 new french and english speaking friends! Veunette(girl), Paul and (oh goodness)I forgot her name. How I met them, you won't believe it. I'll tell you more when I get back to my english speaking country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want a quite pretty french girl's number? HAHAHA!! I swear I wasn't the one who asked. *points at V* "She started it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Eli is dying already. Stop msging me!! My phone bill can die. And one more thing before I go, I didn't bring my phone charger. *gasp* I know, I'm the next Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only reply at night, so STOP SPAMMING. I've been watching you people. HUR HUR HUR!! Watch out man the internet is GLOBAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Some french song that V sent me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8477797859390101801?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8477797859390101801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8477797859390101801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8477797859390101801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8477797859390101801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/jane-frolics-around-in-spain.html' title='Jane frolics around in Spain'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4030685692006393843</id><published>2009-06-05T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:04:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I fall in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I never really stopped caring, I just didn't really show it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO DOES JANE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*gasp*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to the SCANDALOUS part, Biochemistry got shot, down! And that's the last of 'em ruddy test papers! Do I smell freedom? Oh yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous part(not much of a wait huh?) Well. Anthea&amp;amp;Bryan&amp;amp;Eli&amp;amp;Miley&amp;amp;2others please stop thinking, Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Junchevanich Chanya. *scoffs* HAHAHAHAH! Im kidding, whoever that is, you're not the one I like. But have I ever spoon fed you, the answer? No. Jane is an anal hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I like knows I like her for the simple reason I can't exactly take my eyes wholly off of her. Aiyuh, that means I looked at her many times today. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence you people will have to use your lil noggin's to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint1. Poems of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint2. Today's poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint3. Lullaby For My Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint4. I'm Sorry, But I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Second Chance To Be Great,&lt;br /&gt;Dont Make The Same Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Should've picked you up when you were down,&lt;br /&gt;Should've made you laugh being the clown,&lt;br /&gt;Should've said I love us fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you might've love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've saved you from all those tears,&lt;br /&gt;Could've chased away all your fears,&lt;br /&gt;Could've stopped all those painful jeers,&lt;br /&gt;Could've said I'm the one who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you might've love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would've been happy together,&lt;br /&gt;Would've been your only lover,&lt;br /&gt;Would've been someone like no other,&lt;br /&gt;Would've told her I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you might've love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my nerves were made of steel,&lt;br /&gt;If only my pain was able to heal,&lt;br /&gt;If only my little heart could feel,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you might've love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could be everything they want,&lt;br /&gt;Everything lovers only dream off.&lt;br /&gt;Something they couldn't taunt,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, stick by me when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to hold on to this memory called me, I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss y'all. See you in two weeks while I frolic around in Europe! You know you'll miss me, my lovely loves! Stay faithful to me! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you people aren't being very nice to me uh. Come back that day want me go drinking, shopping, chilling and eating. Jane might JET LAG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day and prolly for the 13hour flight: What Makes You Different by BSB&lt;br /&gt;What makes you different, makes you beautiful. What's there inside you, shines through to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Deo Confidimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4030685692006393843?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4030685692006393843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4030685692006393843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4030685692006393843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4030685692006393843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-did-i-fall-in-love-with-you.html' title='How did I fall in love with you'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8579975164632939724</id><published>2009-06-04T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:17:17.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"It's crazy that you should be running from me, when I want you close."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, it's fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said Plant Cell Tech was easy. Come, come here, *rolls up sleeves* lemme beat your brains out. Okay no, the paper was kinda easy but VITRIFICATION? *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spelling really amuses me sometimes. I made the same old mistakes as I did before. "The microorgasms grow faster than the plaa..." *thinks* Something seems wrong but I can't seem to pinpoint it. HMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Step one. Preparation and pretreatment of the planet..." *thinks* Tsk. Jane you try prepping a planet luh by the time you walk one round, botox wont even be able to save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochemistry II your number's up! HO HO HIPPIE HO! Why is everyone panicking? Anthea's like freakin' out and here I am feeling so NON-stressed. What the hell. She was listing stuff to me, I was like "uhhh what so stressful uh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I pop a nerve while trying to be a florist this evening? I think not my friends. It's because I finally figured out what fify(my heart) has kept from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say this but, dam do I have lots of clothes at the back of my closet. Who knows, I might find Narnia there too! Then me and the white bitch can go&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; away! Oh how lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a special lil treat for you all tomorrow and you'll prolly have to entertain yourselves for the next two weeks plus. Hahaha! Now now now don't start playing with yourself yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Into The West by Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again. And you’ll be here in my arms, Just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;(close your eyes and listen to this song, it's dam relaxing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel chummy looking at you. Can this really be happening again, can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight. In Deo Confidimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8579975164632939724?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8579975164632939724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8579975164632939724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8579975164632939724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8579975164632939724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-it-be-true.html' title='Can it be true?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2948884967037748425</id><published>2009-06-03T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:24:10.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You are so annoyingly adorable, sometimes I feel like slapping you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;, Lee Jia-Hui Jane Fayth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have some faith in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin? The Clique went for MOS to pig on food because we were about to bawl over fpath. Like a fat kid running with his melting ice cream cone in hand, then he trips and falls flat on his ice cream cone kinda bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard an orchestra of the F-words as Ms Hor said we could read the paper first. Have you ever seen me getting worked up on tests? Ohp well ya missed it. But my panic level was code BROWN, I shat my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need to get out of Singapore like right now. Soon Jane, soon. BARCELONA get ready! I love travelling. Love it love it love it. Get to see different cultures intertwined with the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I wanna travel the world. Globe trot, literally trot. Now I just need to find another human that likes travelling, then we can be travelling buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Eli was playing around with horoscopes. I am a Virgo sun sign, Saggittarius rising sign, Libra moon sign, Leo love sign and a whole other bunch of signs that I have no baboon balls idea off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Eh friend. Right now, my plants and how to take care of them are more important than horoscopes! ASEPTIC TECHNIQUES!!" Who would've thought plants had so many things to remember huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo is my flare, my inspiration, my reason, my love, my rhyming power, my...mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Return To Me by The Last Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you, looking at me and I wonder what is it you see, when you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight. In Deo Confidimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2948884967037748425?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2948884967037748425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2948884967037748425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2948884967037748425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2948884967037748425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-see.html' title='what do you see?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4926500064532164856</id><published>2009-06-02T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:12:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could i fall for you, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"There's nothing more I can say, if you don't already know what I mean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*mopes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh something tells me I should get a restraining order from Annette Shoba! RAWR! Law of Segregation and what nonsense? Who stole my punnett square question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley, Anthea and I were wandering around, literally. Oh my goodness. Johnson and that thang walk pass us. Miley PURPOSELY forced me into the SAME store as them and kept on going DARDAR this DARDAR that, rather loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hands up* Jane is 101% innocent, I never add on or say anything! If she DARES to utter a single word against me, I will ffff...*Jane, no bad-bad*... yurcks no way, I wouldnt touch her let alone F-word her, I'll just go into spasms and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of myself. I dirty-ed my Fpath notes. Now it's full of nonsense! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Written All Over My Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked right out of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;We may seem like total extremes,&lt;br /&gt;But I have my sneaky schemes,&lt;br /&gt;To turn you into my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you've got my attention,&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you take away my frustration,&lt;br /&gt;Replacing it with your compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gullible heart outgrew me,&lt;br /&gt;Making you my top priority.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're beautiful to me,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whenever you're around,&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is my heart pounding,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you turn my frown upside down,&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously seriously seriously lost my mojo. Im ): now. Why did you have to go, mojo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours by The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the softest touch, I may not say the words as such, and though I may not look like much, I'm &lt;u&gt;yours&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why God took you away from me so fast, because I was taking you for granted, Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight. In Deo Confidimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4926500064532164856?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4926500064532164856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4926500064532164856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4926500064532164856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4926500064532164856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-could-i-fall-for-you-again.html' title='How could i fall for you, again.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3601689208585691978</id><published>2009-06-01T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:31:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i do to get to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"There's a sense of warmth in your smiles and they keep me warm even in the coldest of nights."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; chicken eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Easter season just got extended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just love it when what you studied for the night before doesn't come out? Oh I absolutely adore it! *squeals in excitement* Lemme put &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; ribbons on it! *frolics around throwing confretti* Lord have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im abstaining from curse words, really. So Jane will be bad-bad if I curse, cannot. Im trying to expand my vocab, you know, through healthier means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't study ELISA(Enzyme-linked Immunosorbant Assay) tell me now, do I rock or do I rock huh? EIGHTO MARKS just flush down the poopoo bowl just like that. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecular Genetics. My favourite subject. It's Jane-friendly, unlike *COUGH* Applied Immuno-to-bullshit. No, I does not has char siew flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining to mummy who was the only who'd bother listening, since my hamster died(bless his little unattentive soul) last year, about my horrible AIMM test. I either need a therapist or another hamster. Which is cheaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pets. Daddy's 2 really &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; expensive arowanas died. TWO. Oh my goodness. I can say byebye to my free 50bucks too uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vassula Ryden is my hero. Mother Theresa is my idol. God is the way, the truth and the light. Im a God-fearing human and Im proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found my mojo, I think I lost her, for good. Oh no! Im so ): right now. Wrote a poem, but I'll post it tomorrow. I ): now. When you're not happy, Im not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Back To Your Heart by Backstreet BoyZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3601689208585691978?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3601689208585691978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3601689208585691978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3601689208585691978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3601689208585691978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-i-do-to-get-to-you.html' title='what can i do to get to you?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3751787092896020692</id><published>2009-05-31T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:05:34.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork, swine, char siew flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Life without love is like a life without you, a life I'd rather not live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jane is not has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I love playing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; *frolics around*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people may say I have a death wish or something because I went to the airport 2 days in a row. ARRIVAL HALL. Oh how convenient, I run the risk of getting Pork flu. Oinky doink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Anthea, Miley and Sheryl. Yes, Sheryl. Hahaha! We met like half the world there. No point listing, just know, like us, they have a death wish too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us ate some really craptastic Kueh Chap at the Staff canteen. The uncle still got the brains to ask us if we were staff. Hello, which of us remotely looks like we work here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keh siao-ed around T2, taking a whole bunch of pictures and videos. It distresses stressed people. AIMM paper tomorrow. Too lazy to send All-the-friggin'-best texts today. Maybe tomorrow, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Unspoken Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;To hide the love I've disguised.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear that my heart cries,&lt;br /&gt;Even when we said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out for you,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you I really missed you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me it's untrue,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will break right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;So no one can keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never have to depart,&lt;br /&gt;Heh, tell me am I smart or smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold out for you,&lt;br /&gt;To show you I really loved you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me it's overdued,&lt;br /&gt;My life has no reason without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost my mojo, that's sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Realize by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;Realize what I just realized, then we'd be &lt;u&gt;perfect&lt;/u&gt; for each other and we'll never find another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3751787092896020692?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3751787092896020692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3751787092896020692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3751787092896020692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3751787092896020692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-love-is-like-life-without.html' title='Pork, swine, char siew flu'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5907438558342246439</id><published>2009-05-30T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:40:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"If only I had told you what you meant to me, then you wouldnt be so far away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; SOCIAL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For academic life, I am a geekfied Pendejo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd mode is in overdrive(more like pendejo mode). They say find a balance. But Im a virgo, it's all or nothing. Do I rock or do I rock huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Im totally contradicting what the 4 words in ubermongo font says but I went out. Haha I took my 17 year old cous out to dinner at the airport Swensens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion, the food is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrigible&lt;/span&gt;. My BBQ chicken tasted like something I'd throw away. Close enough, I ate the drumstick only. Dont even get me started on the veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scale of 1 to 10. I'd say "One" for the nice waitress who served me. I am not over exaggerating, I speak my mind and the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Business students and Science stuents have a thick line of difference.&lt;br /&gt;J: Hey wheres Eli?&lt;br /&gt;S: Fittin' room extending her wardrobe yet again.&lt;br /&gt;J: Which part of her wardrobe is remotely SMALL?&lt;br /&gt;S: Dont know. But my hunch is it's gotta be the door knob.&lt;br /&gt;J: HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;E: I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;J: Why are you buying so many clothes?&lt;br /&gt;E: School? Duh?&lt;br /&gt;J: What is the point of dressing up for SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;E: Dress to impress.&lt;br /&gt;J: Yeah, but WHO? The lecturer?&lt;br /&gt;E: People Jane PEEEEOPLE. Do you science students interact with humans or is it just specimens and bacteria! You'd be one to talk! You've got a lot more expensive clothes than me! Why dont you wear it to school?&lt;br /&gt;J: Who or what exactly am I suppose to impress? A bacteria cell? Or my lecture notes? It's school Eli.&lt;br /&gt;E: Geeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Everybody Knows by John Legend&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt understand from the poems, you may understand more from this lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5907438558342246439?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5907438558342246439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5907438558342246439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5907438558342246439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5907438558342246439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only-i-had-told-you-what-you-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4029894298231315436</id><published>2009-05-29T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:13:41.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"To the world, you may just be another person. But to a person(MEMEME) you may be the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jane am going get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Or at least start bugging mummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gotta ask why, you prolly dont wanna know, my answer's rather stupid. Just know that I have a ginormous fetish for braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to like address this in a blog post. NO, Im not with anyone. Stop asking!! OMGNESS. Cant I write poems for a hobby or something! Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit they are inspired by a girl &lt;s&gt;not a guy&lt;/s&gt;. It starts with a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;" ends with a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;" and the middle's likka "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;"? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate when my bro uses my toilet. I walked into my toilet and into a rude-OCDtastic-shock. My bro's toothbrush head was a nanometer away from my toothbrush?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germs can crawl over?(I think) Hello, like yucks? My brother really needs social graciousness and etiquette classes or something. Respect the toilet dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Right Under Your Nose All This While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you most,&lt;br /&gt;Is standing right under your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Im not one of your foes,&lt;br /&gt;Just someone who wants you close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's contagious when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my day worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;But I love it when you smile that way,&lt;br /&gt;Making all the bad-bad go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose too chicken to speak,&lt;br /&gt;You're making me grow weak,&lt;br /&gt;Im not one of those stalker freaks,&lt;br /&gt;Just someone who thinks you're unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I've fallen,&lt;br /&gt;Has that long been forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave my heart broken,&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my world's shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: I Could Not Ask For More by Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eye, seeing all I need. Everthing you are, is everything to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4029894298231315436?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4029894298231315436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4029894298231315436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4029894298231315436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4029894298231315436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-world-you-may-just-be-another-person.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5620841055387486414</id><published>2009-05-28T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:33:07.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It starts with a "y" and ends with a "u"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The worst possible way to miss somebody, is to be sitting beside them and knowing you could never have them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I thought today was gonna be a bad day. My maid washed my LAB COAT in the morning!! And I had lab in like an hour and my lab coat aint gonna dry. Shiok right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had a heart attack, I seriously couldnt breathe, old man jones had to take over from me and calm fify down. I am next to pathetic at controlling my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why God put your brain above your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bloody ear is BLEEDING again. I pulled my stud and blood flowed out like a waterfall. If my ear hole was big enough, I'd shove a tampon there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps who love youtube should check out swoozie06's videos. I love the fact that he has morals and he lives up to them. And his bloody hilarious too! HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, and I dont smile. Im thinking, of what I should do. And usually, you walk away so fast, you dont see me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Someone Somewhere by Jason Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Take your eyes off the ground, out of the blue, and see that someone is looking right back at you. Maybe that someone is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5620841055387486414?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5620841055387486414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5620841055387486414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5620841055387486414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5620841055387486414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-starts-with-y-and-ends-with-u.html' title='It starts with a &quot;y&quot; and ends with a &quot;u&quot;'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5821836332402716633</id><published>2009-05-27T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:36:35.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketcase mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Sometimes I wished you'd just shoot me instead of killing me slowly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to keep myself from a destructive path. Self-restraint. Resist. I have a will, I have a backbone. I will not have myself depend on someone. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh labs. I am so in love with labs, I fall asleep during the most intimate moments. Oh I so love labs. No, I hate labs for the simple reason it drains my gawddam energy. Note the friggin' sarcasim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Alice, oh my goodness this girl has friggin' cute character. When she sees me, she'll go "JANE!" flashes a big wide grin and wave. I cant help but smile back at her, its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you imbeciles, Alice isnt&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; I write about. Alice is justa friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm dying inside. If you understand the underneathe of the underneathe like literature students, reread poems from 22Apr to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best-turn-down-a-guy-line of the century goes to SHERIE HAN! "Right now, Im gay." Hahahahaha! I laughed my ass off when she told me what she did, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthea and I were walking towards AS and finding a place to chill for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;J: I wanna go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;A: Where you wanna sit?&lt;br /&gt;J said without thinking: Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;*2seconds later both burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard Anthea say "Where you wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I hear, the more my heart closes. I dont want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Let It Be by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;I seek refuge in this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5821836332402716633?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5821836332402716633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5821836332402716633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5821836332402716633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5821836332402716633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/basketcase-mess.html' title='Basketcase mess'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-636662424108728073</id><published>2009-05-26T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:52:13.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You can't say you don't love me too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day, trust me, these days are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the CSAS test part. Spelling was OKAY. The grammar part killed me. 14marks?! Wtf. I found like 9 then I anyhow tikum the rest. No marks deducted for wrong answers :D I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said something damn funny today, "Prison break got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; season?! They break, break, break, still haven't break through?!" I love my mummy, she's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's Just You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't care what they say,&lt;br /&gt;Cause at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Baby my love for you stays,&lt;br /&gt;And it aint gonna fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met so many people,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one like you,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the billions in this world,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That with you, I'll never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to live without you,&lt;br /&gt;But everything just fell through,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hug you every morning,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you goodbye every evening.&lt;br /&gt;And watch over you thoughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;Making sure that smile doesnt fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Simple And Clean by Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away, you dont hear me say, please oh baby dont go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-636662424108728073?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/636662424108728073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=636662424108728073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/636662424108728073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/636662424108728073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cant-say-you-dont-love-me-too.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5356164611705019349</id><published>2009-05-25T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:09:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Second to none."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a quite happy day. MGEN tutorial homework, Anthea knows what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa! Oh my goodness. Apparently no one in my class likes the Johnsons, due to their OPDA(obsessive public display of affection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthea concludes that Im the ONLY one who hasnt seem them kissing. Hahaha! To me, they're pathetic, needing PDA for people to notice them. Seriously, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl + hot girl = fine. Hot guy + hot guy = fine. Hot guy + hot girl = fine. Dickless beng + stupid lian = Oh my goodness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord have mercy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isnt all about physicality, never they mind, simpletons live in simpleton world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. We watched this video clip on this Japanese game show on youtube. I laughed until I cried luh. 100 = ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten. *falls of chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I gotta CSAS test. Yurcks. Rubbish right? Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happen to you? Why are you angry? Just talk to me, please? Im asking you to talk to me not because I want to make you angier but because I care about your happiness and I want to see you happy, really I do. I'm not against you, I never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Song of the day: Takes Time To Love by Trey Songz&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see whose real, it takes time, living in a world where you dont know who to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5356164611705019349?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5356164611705019349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5356164611705019349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5356164611705019349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5356164611705019349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-to-none.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7451133581401558079</id><published>2009-05-24T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:58:07.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're awe-ful, I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"We can be something, other lovers only dream off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY HAIRCUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness! ANNETTE! Hurry the hell up and finish chapter4 so I can friggin' do my bloody tutorial. That sounded so nerdish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lovin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you look at me like that,&lt;br /&gt;As though Im doing something bad.&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you smile at me that way,&lt;br /&gt;I wont deny, the happiness stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you glance back at me,&lt;br /&gt;Baby it makes me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;My knees turn into jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when it's just you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Because my world's finally at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you munch on my snacks,&lt;br /&gt;Like you're at home and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it that you mean the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my heart's wholly yours.&lt;br /&gt;Love it that I care about you,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it that you're so adorable,&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do is delectable.&lt;br /&gt;Love it that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby doesnt have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;That I love everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means Im playing the fool,&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks of my stupidity over another human. My buddies do me the grand job of teasing me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall amazes me sometimes. He said this, "The only reason why somebody hates you, is because they wanna be just like you." Who would've thought brawns came with brains huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7451133581401558079?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7451133581401558079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7451133581401558079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7451133581401558079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7451133581401558079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-awe-ful-i-love-you.html' title='You&apos;re awe-ful, I love you.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1605735535472122917</id><published>2009-05-23T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:28:12.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i need a reason to love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I see you, and I can't help but smile whether inside or out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions(There need not be a reason why I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not smile when you're there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I tell you things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can compare to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wishful thinking of me, to think that you'll ever be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my dream world, me and you is all that's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL CHELSEA PLAY LIVERPOOL dammit! FRANK VS STEVIE! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut, I need to get out of Singapore, I need my lil angel. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: The Wind Blows by All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;I got to breathe, you can't take that from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1605735535472122917?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1605735535472122917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1605735535472122917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1605735535472122917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1605735535472122917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-i-need-reason-to-love-you.html' title='Do i need a reason to love you?'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2567263164215497797</id><published>2009-05-22T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:00:13.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What money cant buy, you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"If money could buy me time with you, I'd be the happiest bankrupted person alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12:45pm. Lectures are so boring, I end up having to play music otherwise I'd fall asleep luh. Oh my gawd-awfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATP this ATP that, what's your name? Oh Hi, Im ATP. Oh shut up man. Gawd-awfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Lee is just like Ms Rozi and Annette! Im starting to believe Anthea's theory, "Teachers just like picking on you, Jane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that, if I wanted people to know me, I'd have made myself known. I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think I expect them to be perfect? No one is perfect, I know that, I've learnt to expect nothing from anyone. My expectations of people aren't that high, it's only high for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a league where few can keep up. Simply because they aren't me. Im not saying Im smarter or better, Im saying I do things my way. It may not be the only way, but its my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm relatively easy to please. A little appreciation and Im happy already. Simple, little things are good enough to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need expensive goods, I just want a note. I dont want huge presents, I just want a hug. I dont want posh dinners, I just want your time. I dont need many expressions of love, I just want a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something money cannot buy, love, happiness, laughter, fun, health, otherwise I'd have already bought what made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody uh, somebody uh only know how to make me worry uh. Hahahaha! Of course I care for her. There's not a minute that goes by I dont think about whether she's safe, unless she's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Light In Your Eyes by Blessed Union of Souls&lt;br /&gt;There's a light in my eyes it's too bright to see. And a pain in my heart where you use to be.... there's a light in your eye did you leave that light burning for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2567263164215497797?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2567263164215497797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2567263164215497797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2567263164215497797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2567263164215497797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-money-could-by-me-time-with-you-id.html' title='What money cant buy, you.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8042004598588892391</id><published>2009-05-21T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:45:10.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Your name makes my heart skip a beat. Your voice makes me smile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I feel damn ridiculously tired. Like all the energys' been drain from me. Im turning in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. Watched Night at the Museum 2 with twinies, Miley and Anthea. The funny parts are seriously hilarious, the boring parts are seriously boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey bay-bee check out the gun show over here. Boom. Boom. Fire-pahwahhh!" *dies of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Adams was the highlight next to Rami Malek's measly 2minutes of fame. Kah Mun Rah's hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun punching Miley today. I think I overdid it a little. He's whining in pain now. Did I really punch that hard? I dont remember applying that much force -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone tried reading AIMM 2.something to 2.6 notes? I read the first 3 pages and fell asleep on it, drooling. Dont even start on 2.7, lets just say if I left it in the school toilet, someone might've mistaken it for toilet paper. It's that CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying and I can feel it. And it's making me happier than anyone alive. There is a chance. You really are my sunshine and my rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Save You by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up til it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8042004598588892391?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8042004598588892391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8042004598588892391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8042004598588892391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8042004598588892391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-name-makes-my-heart-skip-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-9151932781500565560</id><published>2009-05-20T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:34:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Some people find their synonyms, I've found my antonym. And I love her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yurcks. Tomorrow got lab. BLEAH. I friggin' hope Alex Lee will make it a short one and get to the damn point and hurry the hell up. Ughsome. Friday got AIMM TUT at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBCBBTF cant do my tutorial during lecture. Jane Lee Year 2 Biotechnology, student role model and peer counselor, in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are sore from walking around for a better part of the whole damn day. Followed Miley to go sign his contract, okay no Anthea and I ditched him for lunch. What! We were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Sam today. Hahaha! While walking along dont know where, I felt someone staring on my left. And pop it didnt become coco krunch, it was Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Sam, then a girl that IS Sam's identical twin, then we saw students in Sam's school uniform. Well whatever, the whole Sam fad is so, old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;An Unspoken Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you, how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;About a pain that will not heal.&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you will say it's untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I cant have you,&lt;br /&gt;Then no one else will do,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sticks like glue,&lt;br /&gt;And it cannot be subdued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not let this feeling show,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you stole me at Hello,&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was go Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;But this was sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I show you, how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;When my nerves aren't made of steel.&lt;br /&gt;How do I show you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;When Im the one with the love sick flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know I can't have you,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll hurt you through and through,&lt;br /&gt;But my world's empty without you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you with me like a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can move at our own pace,&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll set the trail ablaze,&lt;br /&gt;We can defy time and space,&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you to fill my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll patiently wait for the day you say,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I know you sadistic pieces of bird poo poo like sad shits right? I'll be previewing an old poem I wrote likka while back TOMORROW. GOONIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my day: The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;Catchy melody, nice lyrics, funny singer. Jane Loves Ingrid Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-9151932781500565560?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/9151932781500565560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=9151932781500565560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/9151932781500565560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/9151932781500565560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people-find-their-synonyms-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-748878766462313206</id><published>2009-05-19T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:53:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes down jane, eyes down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Sometimes when a person is missing, the world seems depopulated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(What I'm trying to say is, I miss you because my world is empty without you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL TOMORROW. OMG. Im so sick of boring assed lectures and listening to boring stuff. Gawd-awfulness. I cant lead a boring life! NO NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette caught me deskinning my hot dog in the LT. Hahaha! Her face was hilarious. Okay eveyone knows I deskin hot dogs before I actually eat the damn thing. It's a habit. A bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry so I was quite moody. I tend to frown, a lot, when Im hungry. Hahahaha! I asked Poks and Anthea to go business but I ended up ditching them Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I A HOBO with OCD! Miley, Bryan and Poks keep saying Im a hobo living under bridges in Singapore. Uh huh, Hobos wear Polo shirts, CO pants, levis socks and chucks with fossil watches and springfield wristbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dettol user =/= OCD. I just hate the dirty feeling on my hands. It irritates me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys really are pendejos at heart&amp;amp;brain, either that or the guys I hang out with a just dumb. Former and latter still point to the same thing. Feminism anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you didnt look into my eyes today. I wished I looked down instead of up. I'm sorry you had to see that I love you. I'll remember to close my eyes when I walk pass you. Just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Knock You Down by Keri Hilson feat. Kanye West &amp;amp; Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Love Keri Hilson, like the beat, not so much of the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-748878766462313206?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/748878766462313206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=748878766462313206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/748878766462313206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/748878766462313206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyes-down-jane-eyes-down.html' title='Eyes down jane, eyes down.'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8185895049483916948</id><published>2009-05-18T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:37:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop gaying around people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You don't have to love me back,  just accept that I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd. I fucked my Fpath test in the ass with my PEN, literally. Yes, I will admit Im a pendejo for not studying. Im disappointed, but it's alright. What's done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherie's having a rough day today): She looked troubled even when I first saw her. Gave her a hug, okay many hugs. Shes hush-hush on the whole thing so I better not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha She's my "baby" DAMN HILARIOUS. Her friends thought we were together. Are you insane?! NO. I hope you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's as evil as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she know she makes my world spin,&lt;br /&gt;She's a taste of the sweetest sin,&lt;br /&gt;But baby I want what's withinin,&lt;br /&gt;And not just what's on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brightens my day, lights up my sky,&lt;br /&gt;With just one look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;How could someone do that to me,&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes and smiles beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's anything but a bore,&lt;br /&gt;It's simply hard to ignore,&lt;br /&gt;And I end up asking for more,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I'll love her, flaws and all,&lt;br /&gt;Even if she's part of the wall,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if she can recall,&lt;br /&gt;I said I wont be there when she falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be by your side through it all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my flunk-fpath-day: Because I'm Stupid by SS501&lt;br /&gt;I dont know a word they sing, but I like the whole gay melody with some korean dude singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8185895049483916948?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8185895049483916948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8185895049483916948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8185895049483916948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8185895049483916948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-have-to-love-me-back-just.html' title='Stop gaying around people!'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5961789300764703209</id><published>2009-05-17T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:09:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much candy rots your teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You're love is the music of my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. Have I gone insane? I havent studied for Fpath. Been out all weekend. Looks like I'll be sitting for the test, unstudied. Watch me die. Hahahah! Distinction here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! FORGET MANHATTAN PORTAGE. I found a new bag I want. By "The Projects Shop" at Paragon, apparently the bag I want is designed by some chick from europe. WICKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the price is wicked too! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;$209&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck man. That's like 2 Manhattan Portages put together. It's the Louis Vuitton of rugged bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH Im broke so Im coaxing daddy to the shop cept I have to be there:D Im one sneaky pendejo. Hahaha Daddy spoils me rotten, he gave me 50bucks for feeding my turtle again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been grumbling(for quite some time already) about my pendejorific phone. Mummy said I could change my phone in August, (note: I got my phone last october), sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Music Of My Heart by NSYNC and Gloria Estefan&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, always by my side, always standing by, seeing me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5961789300764703209?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5961789300764703209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5961789300764703209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5961789300764703209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5961789300764703209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-candy-rots-your-teeth.html' title='Too much candy rots your teeth'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8713342394998508745</id><published>2009-05-16T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:14:56.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY DAY WITH A LAZY PERSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"God only knows what I'd be without you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling dead lazy today. Hahaha! No homework shall be done and no test shall be studied for. Okay that's retarded. I already spent practically 3/4th's of my waking day, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd knows why Slug mode is in effect NOW. With assignment deadlines coming and tests around the corner! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING NOW JANE LEE JIA HUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry but I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but this feeling grew,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but this is true,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm the one to blame,&lt;br /&gt;Because evil is my name,&lt;br /&gt;My poison runs through your veins,&lt;br /&gt;And only you feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I put you through,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I said to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I'm about to say,&lt;br /&gt;I wont love anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences of my actions,&lt;br /&gt;Starts multiple chain reactions,&lt;br /&gt;You're an allergic reaction,&lt;br /&gt;with a magnetic attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am really sorry but I love you and it kills knowing you wont feel the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my day: A Twist In My Story by Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;I can't my eyes off of you. So you see this world doesnt matter to me. I'll give up all I have just to breathe the same air as you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8713342394998508745?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8713342394998508745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8713342394998508745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8713342394998508745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8713342394998508745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-day-with-lazy-person.html' title='LAZY DAY WITH A LAZY PERSON'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6229203579867648627</id><published>2009-05-15T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:07:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pendejo Pandemic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"One thing, Two do, Three words, Four you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day yet cranky. My academic life is so much more fulfilling than my social or personal life now, says the future bachelor of Science. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane got a distinction for MGEN. Fpath not bad either, B and A. Woots. Jane, you're sucha pendejo nerd. I shall celebrate by doing my Fpath BB test. *1hr 27mins later* YAY! Distinction. Fuckin' pendejo-rific geekified dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my new word: Pendejo (pen-deh-hoh). It's a spanish slang word for "stupid dork/dick/idiot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd. This PENDEJA is a bonafied pendeja. I took 23 with Anthea. Design girl, all she did was talktalkbitchtalktalktalkbitchbitchtalkbitchtalkbitchtalk from TP to TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice how I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; SPACE nor put COMMAS) There wasnt a COMMA let alone a FULL STOP in her sentence, no "s". Even my anal mind couldnt keep track of how many conjunctions she used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl there's FULL STOPs for a reason. A sentence can only be so LONG, when it's 1/20th of the length that it was, ITS TIME TO STOP and give your pie-hole a REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn around slap her and say "GAWD. Can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. JUST. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHUT&lt;/span&gt;. THE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;. UP. FOR. ONE. MINUTE. WOULD. IT. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KILL&lt;/span&gt;. TO. HAVE. SOME. PEACE. AND. QUIET. FOR. ONE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAWDDAM&lt;/span&gt;. MINUTE. YOU.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;. NOISY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PENDEJA&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 real flowers, 1 fake flower &amp;amp; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your songs continue to play in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Playing over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;In the lyrics I feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I love but hate instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop my hand from shaking,&lt;br /&gt;But cant because Im barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to start smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is what I've been craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn away before I could say,&lt;br /&gt;Say how much I want you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Not only for today but everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll ask you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to make things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Moment Of Truth by FM STATIC&lt;br /&gt;I got your picture in my wallet and your phone number to call it and I miss you more whenever I think about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6229203579867648627?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6229203579867648627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6229203579867648627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6229203579867648627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6229203579867648627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-thing-two-do-three-words-four-you.html' title='A Pendejo Pandemic'/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4054143025555825528</id><published>2009-05-14T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:10:37.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I'll only love you on the days that end with 'y'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson told me there was a shop at Tamp1 that sold black caps, but I forgot the name. The only impression I got was that it sounded like a shop bengs would go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the "shops directory" with Anthea. The first name that struck me as I ran down the list of shops, "ZEAL" sounded beng enough. So I stuck my stubby finger at the name and said "THERE! DEFO THAT SHOP!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going up the escalator, Anthea was like "Eh Jane *urgently tapping my bag* you sure it's ZEAL or not?" I turned around to look at Anthea whose face was filled with doubt that ZEAL was the shop as she pointed to the big sign above the shop enterance "ZEAL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even have to look into the shop, the advert about the shop slapped my face. Or rather a ginormous picture of a woman inna pink bra slapped me. I looked at Anthea with the (O.O)" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEAL IS A LINGERIE SHOP not a beng-sounding-shop-that-sells-black-caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying Biochem at TeaDot(nice lavender ice blend tea). This dude sat at the table next to us, he had a Burberry wallet, Fred Perry Bag, SamSung Omnia and nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both talked through scribbling notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Eh that Fred Perry is REAL.&lt;br /&gt;A: He must be rich. Burberry wallet, Fred Perry Bag and Samsung Omnia.&lt;br /&gt;J: Let's go rape him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we both burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually serious. I want his bag and shoes. Anthea can have the wallet, phone and jeans. Okay not rape rape him(yurck) like try to mug him with a butter knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Superhuman by Chris Brown feat. Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, only reason is you. Every minute with you I feel like I can do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4054143025555825528?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4054143025555825528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4054143025555825528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4054143025555825528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4054143025555825528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-only-love-you-on-days-that-end-with.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5866724291160491937</id><published>2009-05-13T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:58:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"At least you'd look at me and not turn your back to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better day indeed. Again I say, my friends may have their opinions but it's not mine. I have a backbone and I think independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at the starting page of my CSAS homework, "Do pages 47 - 53 for HMWK". Halfway through it, I had one hiccup. "Spelling". I dont know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me to correct spelling errors? Do you have any idea how bad my spelling is? I think not. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd. Is me really the evil? I doesnt even TRYING is mean to the lianz and she's already sick. Wait,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Im not even doing anything to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA!! Dude, this is really a "what the hell is wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says so many things but she keeps missing out the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 words&lt;/span&gt; I want to read most. "Come find me". Does she really think I'd actually look AT her? NO WAY. Please I actually love my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette really likes picking on me uh. During MGEN pract, she was like "Oh ho class, Jane made a boo boo looks like I'll be minus-ing 1 mark from your quiz marks!" HAHAHHA FUNNY. I was almost gonna stab her with my micropipette. Cute lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD. Jane is currently addicted to THE LOLLIPOP SONG by Big Bang and a bunch of korea girls. I blame Ismail, for this! Stewpid boy made me listen to it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONIGHTS. Tomorrow, tomorrow will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Hate U, Love U by SUPER JUNIOR!&lt;br /&gt;Read the english translation of the song, very the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5866724291160491937?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5866724291160491937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5866724291160491937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5866724291160491937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5866724291160491937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-least-youd-look-at-me-and-not-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6960394439776871328</id><published>2009-05-12T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:12:51.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"This is when a sincere sorry just isn't enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb, this cant be happening, its the only thing I can think about. I dont want you to feel hurt, his mistake is my mistake. Gimme a chance to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGEN test was easy. Finished like 15 minutes into the paper? Lucky can sleep, Han Wei can look around and smile somemore(!!), Miley walked out before me(&lt;15mins). BOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PCT lab plant is like ROTTING? Okay that's like the least of my worries but I just thought the world might like to know. I cant keep plants for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo! Selling Ice Cream rocks! WHEE! Alson was dam hilarious, "LAYLONG LAYLONG ICE CREAM!!" OH! I forced Brian to buy! Not Bryan, the BCS one. Hahahaha! Friggin blur bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be a nicer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: The Greatest by Michelle Williams&lt;br /&gt;Love's where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6960394439776871328?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6960394439776871328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6960394439776871328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6960394439776871328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6960394439776871328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-when-sincere-sorry-just-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7964521365303702787</id><published>2009-05-11T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:37:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Analytical knows what sensitivity wants to hear but sensitivity has to give Analytical time to say it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a nice day. But it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Just when I thought I've learnt to control my temper, I lost it again. That was unexpected, but it was just mean and I couldnt let it slide just like that. I shouldnt have gotten angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out of the LT to breathe, Han Wei looked at me as though I was going to kill his hamster. His face was damn hilarious and when he said "Hey." I wanted to laugh. PAKISTANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, MILEY AND I were partnered and we didnt lose at BRIDGE. Usually the game ends in us bickering over why we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant study in front of my lappy. Im easily distracted. Evidence: Im typing here am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my filing skills are as good as, if not better than my secondary school days. It's just that my papers choose to not fit in, thats all. It's not because Im so utterly lazy &amp;amp; sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Spanish is an ultra sexy language. And that if anyone can speak to me in spanish that is a really sexy person. No Number2 doesnt count, his spanish is bleah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Te Busque by Nelly Furtado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7964521365303702787?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7964521365303702787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7964521365303702787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7964521365303702787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7964521365303702787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/analytical-knows-what-sensitivity-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8461442355066833686</id><published>2009-05-10T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:37:07.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Sentivity hurts analytical through misread tones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's Day! Cooked dinner for mummy today! She's one of the few people I'd cook for cause shes one of the few people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are meant to be read and seen not hidden. At least I'll get to see you tomorrow, that I can only pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: I'll Never Stop by NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop until you're mine, I can wait forever til the end of time. Cause my heart is in your hands. Dont you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8461442355066833686?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8461442355066833686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8461442355066833686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8461442355066833686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8461442355066833686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentivity-hurts-analytical-through.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-403235268449967635</id><published>2009-05-09T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:59:58.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Sensitivity hates when Analytical places it under a microscope. 'Im not a specimen you know, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; too.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you kills, not talking to you kills as well. Oh my gawd. Just drop dead Jane. I guess I'll have to learn to deal with the blur and forgive the blurness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I'll be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd knows if she reads this, but hell. I've taken courage in your words and my gullible lil heart is eating it all up. I'll see you when I see you. Be a good girl will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing Upon A Fallin' Star For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me in your blanket of warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Baby in you I build my strength.&lt;br /&gt;Craddle me til I fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;So that you'll be in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me til the sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;Lying under the stars with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;We can wish upon a falling star,&lt;br /&gt;To make things stay the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else I'd rather be,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggled in your bubble of warmth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: I Drive Myself Crazy by NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;How Im missing you so bad, where was my head, where was my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-403235268449967635?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/403235268449967635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=403235268449967635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/403235268449967635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/403235268449967635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/sensitivity-hates-when-analytical.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8813810915504568322</id><published>2009-05-08T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:15:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Overly sensitve sensitivity drives the overly analytical analyst insane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK. Loved today for starters cause everyone of my buddies were happy! Quite rare to find, quite. School's boring. Lectures are exceptionally boring. Tell me one thing that isnt.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you say make me lose my appetite, go numb and my heart sinks. Sometimes I wished you'd tell me what's on your mind. Let me into the world you guard so closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that evil for you to withdraw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Super Abstract Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings kill me, but my patience for you has no limits.&lt;br /&gt;Your vagueness kills me, but my tolerance for you knows no bound.&lt;br /&gt;Your withdrawals kill me, but my understanding for you is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words kill me, because my heart cant hold them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks when you're not felt,&lt;br /&gt;She breaks when you're not heard,&lt;br /&gt;She breaks when you're not seen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks because she cant hold on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is fragile...&lt;br /&gt;She is gentle...&lt;br /&gt;She is kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is love but she cant show it for me. My heart cant hold on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Crush by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me, just too much.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm totally gay right now. Pardon me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8813810915504568322?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8813810915504568322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8813810915504568322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8813810915504568322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8813810915504568322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/overly-sensitve-sensitivity-drives.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-6370104007563867206</id><published>2009-05-07T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:44:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I keep holding out for what I dont know, to be with you, just to be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so damn bored. I took a personality test online from learnmyself.com. Quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism - 21&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion - 96&lt;br /&gt;Openness to exprience - 70&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness - 70&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness - 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was boring. Rubbing off of someone much? Self-control. I conquered it. I resisted to talk to someone I wanted to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They can say what they want, but they can never stop me from loving you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: To Be With You by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Just to be holding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-6370104007563867206?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6370104007563867206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=6370104007563867206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6370104007563867206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/6370104007563867206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-keep-holding-out-for-what-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2994951895785078563</id><published>2009-05-06T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:37:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"My savior is closer than I thought."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught me on a good day. I am happy. I feel compelled to stop here. But Eli's gonna make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super free too! I finished Fpath last friday along with my tutorials. Fpath that hard? So many people complaining that its hard. ORGANIZED "divide and conquer" is how my maties tackled it We took 3 days and NO MEET UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive indeed. Seeing how I aint from that clique yet we still got it done. WELL DONE. Im proud of them. Well done Jane's weird half pass 6 people skills. CSAS KISS ME ANAL HOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD. I absolutely love the piano chords that Antheas written for the lullaby!! I was addicted to it. Now I just need Bryan to write the guitar chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Take My Hand by The Cab and Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;Now take my hand and we will run away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2994951895785078563?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2994951895785078563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2994951895785078563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2994951895785078563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2994951895785078563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-savior-is-closer-than-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-992190388455729129</id><published>2009-05-05T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:14:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I'm the whisper in the wind, I'm your imaginary friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear some violent objections to my new style of writing blog posts. Hahaha! Whats wrong? Like it when I start shutting you people out? *GRINS* Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LUH, blame my CSAS homework, its total rubbish lorZzZz. Waste my time, she never do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to cancel happy hour, due to some UNFORSEEN events. Im sure you people would enjoy a craptastic poem rather than a 10 word post no, ELIZER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the disease Im infected with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna wake up without you,&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got the love-sick flu,&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna dream without you,&lt;br /&gt;Our time has long been overdued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been living apart for too long,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms is where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Because I loved you all along,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's just too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby love for you flows in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;When all's said and done, my love remains,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to ignite the flames,&lt;br /&gt;And then Queen of my heart will reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the beat in my little heart,&lt;br /&gt;See why we can never be apart,&lt;br /&gt;My love is a vein I cannot shut,&lt;br /&gt;I cant 'cause my heart needs the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my stubby fingers wingle,&lt;br /&gt;I feel many little tingles,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel you, little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're always in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of you baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: I'm Already There by Westlife&lt;br /&gt;I'm already there, take a look around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-992190388455729129?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/992190388455729129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=992190388455729129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/992190388455729129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/992190388455729129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-whisper-in-wind-im-your-imaginary.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8316870321055591871</id><published>2009-05-04T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:37:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Your hero when you need me, to be your one and only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy hour starts in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hesitate again, count down with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Homecoming by Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;Im coming home, did you take off when I was gone... I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8316870321055591871?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8316870321055591871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8316870321055591871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8316870321055591871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8316870321055591871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-hero-when-you-need-me-to-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-9023877113494223010</id><published>2009-05-03T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:28:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You set my world on fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(That's all you fools need to know, good mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting with my ridiculous alibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: She Is The Sunlight by Trading Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong... &lt;/span&gt;(LB - Lyrical Brilliance)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-9023877113494223010?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/9023877113494223010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=9023877113494223010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/9023877113494223010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/9023877113494223010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-set-my-world-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-7630622292760803723</id><published>2009-05-02T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:23:01.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"If you knew, what would you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; HESITATE. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; All you do is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HESITATE&lt;/span&gt;, Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant pull away from you, because my heart is willingly yours. I need my heart to live, and my heart needs you to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. I've tried to find reasons to hate you. I've tried to find ways to not look at you. I've tried find flaws that I thought I'd hate, but I end up liking them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; HESITATE.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HESITATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to hell with all. Im going to bed. Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Nowhere To Go by Backstreet Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-7630622292760803723?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7630622292760803723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=7630622292760803723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7630622292760803723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/7630622292760803723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-knew-what-would-you-do-hesitate.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-1552107450183212455</id><published>2009-05-01T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:15:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"There's a freedom in your arms that carries me through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANEY TEO WAN HUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Small Nothings Are Still Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to be your little bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To keep you company when you're lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't leave me be in my misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just stay with me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You don't know how you make me feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I swear your beauty is unreal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make everything seem so surreal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I really want you to be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to be your banana peel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But baby please dont let me squeal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's my pleasre to feel your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I can die with no demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You don't wanna hear the rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I know is that Im blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe just a lil obsessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody would've guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY LABOUR DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do laugh at me. I intent to get a MANHATTAN PORTAGE BAG. Wooo! 120bucks. Got like 10bucks already *claps hands* Sherie told me where to get 'em. Heh! Hopefully got sale *acts likka singaporean aunty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Song of the day: I Need You by LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-1552107450183212455?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1552107450183212455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=1552107450183212455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1552107450183212455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/1552107450183212455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-janey-teo-wan-hui-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-8345329216951959804</id><published>2009-04-30T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:19:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You had me at 'hello'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those Alcohol-less days. It would be what people call, a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little nerd here was struggling to print like 36pages of Mgen notes(i think). The stapler wouldnt staple 36pages. When she was pushing it back, it shot her in the neck. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I only repelled technology, I didnt know stationary too. Ironic, Im in bioTECHNOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of music. I've entrusted Anthea to write the music cords for the lullaby. Anthea's doing the piano version, Eli wants to try it out on the guitar. I want to go take a shit. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Makes No Difference, I Still **** You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight in your embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Let me bask in your grace,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this paper chase,&lt;br /&gt;I run to you my safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make everything okay,&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound cliche,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My love wont sway or go astray"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful when you look away,&lt;br /&gt;Giving that look of dismay,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing I can say,&lt;br /&gt;To make everything okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll craddle you when you cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you soar sky high,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;So you'll know my love isn't a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just trust me with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let it fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;You won't depart with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;No one can tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they've tried to do was divide,&lt;br /&gt;Yet this feeling doesn't subside,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand strong against the tide,&lt;br /&gt;Then you and I will collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get sick of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Title says it all no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-8345329216951959804?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8345329216951959804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=8345329216951959804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8345329216951959804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/8345329216951959804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3437229742375912971</id><published>2009-04-29T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:45:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I look away so you wont be able to see what my eyes hide beneathe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lullaby for my angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know I wont catch you when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll be by your side through it all.&lt;br /&gt;So you'll never have to face them alone,&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont be afraid to stand on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need me I'll be standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Baby the world holds nothing that I fear,&lt;br /&gt;My only fear lies with you, losing you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look into my eyes and you'll know,&lt;br /&gt;Because to you all my feelings show,&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart in your hands to hold,&lt;br /&gt;And wishing you'd let me into your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're sick of their nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;and guilt fills your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Baby just fall back into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I'll craddle you safely away from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong, you're the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;My heart may go cold some times,&lt;br /&gt;But just keep your hand in mine,&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't do,&lt;br /&gt;Just to get a glimpse of you,&lt;br /&gt;Not cause you're pretty but because you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll promise to make it last,&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll never leave you in the past,&lt;br /&gt;With you I dont have to wear a mask,&lt;br /&gt;My promises are made to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I wrote this song during my 5hour wait in the library. Good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Days Go By by Dirty Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you, days when I couldnt live my life without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3437229742375912971?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3437229742375912971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3437229742375912971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3437229742375912971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3437229742375912971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-look-away-so-you-wont-be-able-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-751163097637159345</id><published>2009-04-28T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:47:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I'm the one who wants to be with you, deep inside I hope you feel it too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I should feel today. (Clap your hands, one of the few times I dont know what I want) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy yet angry at myself. Im slapping my face for reacting before I can understand the situation. But its alright, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Gonna smile at you, my face wasnt suppose to be a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's like black day. Everyone keeps making fun of Poks and I cause we "couple" dress alike. FUCK NO. We just happen to wear the same coloured shirt on the same day. I think I'd rather couple with Sherie(who wore a black shirt too). Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane + gay guy = all hell break loose. Jane + Sherie = weird hilarious inside jokes. Jane + Jane = Armageddon. Imagine if I had a twin. *grins from ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Bryan ALWAYS say, "SACians. Hai SAC one, it's okay all from SAC." Bimbo/lesbian/playgirls of the east. Hahahaha! Btw, Sherie's my bball senior. Hence, SACians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of people. Anthea keeps reminding me how Im weird. "People like you should notice loud and noisy people, but you notice quiet shy ones who are part of the wall to normal people. Like Poks notices hot guys. I notice every little thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im shy *halo appears above my head* so I like shy people. Of course, they have to have some sort of brains luh, not like Johnson and dardar. Proud to say that the people I've been with have IQ's above average! YAY ME! Smart girls are sexy. Smart guys are admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. CSAS(com skills) GOT HOMEWORK. Omg. 4 pages somemore. *whines* Oh today. During CSAS talk the woman was like "Would you like a hug or a kiss?" She demanded I PICK one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA "KISS!!" F4 people(okay my class is used to my openness already) were like stunned, their class is a whee bit...uhh quiet. SIAO. I wouldnt kiss her. Bleah. Nah took a hug, it turned out to be CHOCOLATE. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack of the Pigs. Pig wars. Revenge of the Pigs. Okay thats bullshit, too much George Lucus. "Luke I am your father. *breathes hard*" ... "Oink oink oink oink." Okay that just came out. Scratch that yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its not called mad pig disease but I call it that. Swine flu sounds so literature-ish. Its a pandemic announced as level 4 by WHO(world hallal organization) GO HALAL PEOPLE, Miley that means you too. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should kill me now. My spelling is worse than a primary 2 student! I spelt "HALAL" wrong. Holyshit. *poke 2 holes in a paperbag and puts it over my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the day deserves some recognition: To Be With You by Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;It totally cheers me up for some odd reason. I keep smiling likka idiot while listening to the song. Listen to the lyrics carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-751163097637159345?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/751163097637159345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=751163097637159345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/751163097637159345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/751163097637159345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-one-who-wants-to-be-with-you-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2637964039815344011</id><published>2009-04-27T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:04:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"My heart's crippled by the vein I keep on closing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im happy today, too happy. Doesnt show on my face right? Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am, so dont shit on my parade. Forget it, FPATH took a huge poopoo on it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the reason to continue studying science. I help a friend today, she needed to know some sciency bacteria shit for her proposal. And I helped her. That's an achievement. Hai...business students uh. HAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Daddy use to tell me in primary school, "If anyone needs your help, dont hesitate to help. Kindness is shown by actions. And actions speak louder than words. Enemy or friend, if someone needs help, do your very best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my parents were strict with me. Theres not a day that goes by that I dont thank they for giving me iron-cladded values. I used to see them as restrictions on my life, but now I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my personal life should have a break. Fify had her fun last year, Old Man Jones wants his fun now(books, notes, lectures). I have to compromise. My studies are more important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be in my heart. But if time should take her away, then all I want is for her to be safe and I hope whoever loves her, that they will treat her like a princess. She deserves nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Oops! I forgot to say who I wrote my last paragraph(ytd) for. It's for no one in Singapore. After all the harsh words exchanged, I just want you to get one thing, even if you ignore me all the way til death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never meant to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt; These 6 words are my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonds&lt;/span&gt; to you, my words are my bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Bleeding Love (accoustic) by Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what they say, Im in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2637964039815344011?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2637964039815344011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2637964039815344011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2637964039815344011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2637964039815344011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-hearts-crippled-by-vein-i-keep-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-5871137415246004759</id><published>2009-04-26T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:49:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you already knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you,&lt;br /&gt;And your sweet love too,&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet it makes me drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am dying to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Baby please dont feel alarmed,&lt;br /&gt;I assure you I mean no harm,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I cant resist your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you with me like a tattoo,&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin baby its just you,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else may be untrue,&lt;br /&gt;But to you I'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too adorable for me to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;You make me go soft right through,&lt;br /&gt;I become a puddle of human goo,&lt;br /&gt;That's something you already knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you'd have to do was pout,&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;You're someone I cant live without,&lt;br /&gt;Just gimme a chance to shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll mend the hurt in you,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be as good as new,&lt;br /&gt;I could be the pillar you hold on to,&lt;br /&gt;If your in pain then I'll carry you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll just be me and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause for Jane! She lost her Poem Masterpiece. Gawd-awfulness! Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you in the past along with the rest. No more pleading for you. No more wanting to talk to you properly. No more. Go away and stay away. Slowly but surely you will be left in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Believe Me by Fort Minor feat. BoBo and Styl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-5871137415246004759?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5871137415246004759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=5871137415246004759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5871137415246004759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/5871137415246004759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3143720332846612210</id><published>2009-04-25T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:20:19.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"What if our love had never went away. What if it's lost behind... Baby before it's too late, what about now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Sorry! I forgot. I was busy playing mahjong with Poks and Anthea! HAHAHAHA! Yes, I know you missed me and the only way into my head is my blog. Awww it's okay, Im sure I miss you too. Whoevr you are, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im just blabbering nonsense. Im not in my right mind. But I only miss one person, and she distracted me from MahJong cause she kept popping into my head while I was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she even remember who I was? Does she even bother smiling at me anymore? Does she miss me the way I miss her. Does she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you lianzy. Awww I lurblurb euu too worx!! Sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Roars with laughter* HAAHAHAHA! Why Lianz never flare up at me on her blog uh? Awwwww buddies, got no show for you): Why no vulguar "cum"s and "farker"s huh? She only ask me to teach her. Dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, what gave you the impression that I was forgiving and compassionate? What makes you think I sympathise with your sad life story? What I hate more than hypocrits are people who victimize themselves. You want to be the victim? I'll make that happen for you, ass wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted enough space here. If you want to ask me why, ask it to my face. I'll spare you the false truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: If This Isn't Love by Jennifer Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;I know I aint crazy, I know I aint trippin', I know I aint slippin', I know that its love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3143720332846612210?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3143720332846612210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3143720332846612210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3143720332846612210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3143720332846612210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if-our-love-had-never-went-away.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-4053982399125110595</id><published>2009-04-24T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:41:18.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I love you too much it shows, all my emotions go out of control.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAR BO left school!! Omg I sad, really. Fuck, I just lifted my mood then I found out she left. Oh great, I need to go iron out my emotions again. Vet lost a smarty. Bio's bout to lose me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of what I wanted to say, blanked, so you'll just read what my head coughed out. After I post this, I need to get a pen and pen this poem down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbreaking the broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day I wait to say,&lt;br /&gt;Front and back it's a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you'd be smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing my words were stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my words weren't enough,&lt;br /&gt;Who was I trying to bluff,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not good enough,&lt;br /&gt;My words cant make you feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't get it the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not meant to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be here til the next chime,&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe this time you'll climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed you everytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Thinking Of You by Katy Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-4053982399125110595?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4053982399125110595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=4053982399125110595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4053982399125110595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/4053982399125110595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-too-much-it-shows-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3088339804244753538</id><published>2009-04-23T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:44:18.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Baby I think we're doomed cause I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better today. Less psycho-killer-ish. I think I'll live. The happier part of my day was that number2 stayed up til 4am(3pm sg time) to talk to me. Hahahaha! Im evil right? Making a friend stay up. I didnt force him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked bout our problems and joked about poddy hating me. He's on girlfriend #15, it was #13 the last time we spoke(which was 2 weeks ago). Yeah, he changes girlfriends like wiping his ass after diarrohea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it dumbdumb some holes cant be filled*GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a promise to go back after Poly to have dinner with him and his family. HAHAHA LOVE HIS MUMMY! Cute woman. I miss her bear hugs and home-made cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Something hilarious. I called number2 a "sotong", he didnt know what it meant and thought it was a compliment. HAHAHAHAH! That dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv's really boring. Like no shows that I like to watch is on. Jane thinks "Paris Hilton's new BFF" is ridiculous, only blondes would actually watch the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of me remotely looks like I want to be Paris Hilton's BFF? I'd prolly beat her empty head off her body on sight. I'll prolly get a noble prize for raising the average human IQ for killing Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Mahjong is bloody addictive. I was playing Mahjong and I thought of this poem. Enjoy. Hahaha! The poem's title is to "tease" penguins. HAHAHAHAH! Pigs can give penguins a run for their money leh. Okay thats like total bullshit but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you be my little pig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to share you,&lt;br /&gt;Because they will hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Treat you like their fool,&lt;br /&gt;Baby if only you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to tell you everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything you couldnt see me doing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stay in the back watching,&lt;br /&gt;Over you til you're happily dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for you to turn,&lt;br /&gt;And think of what I'd say in return.&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to hear m'dear,&lt;br /&gt;Something sincere or should I disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never keep you against your will,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are all I want to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies are those I want to kill,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait until your standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you again how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of my uneventful stay home day: The Last Night by Skillet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3088339804244753538?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3088339804244753538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3088339804244753538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3088339804244753538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3088339804244753538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-i-think-were-doomed-cause-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3933002287443323988</id><published>2009-04-22T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:01:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I feel like dying, I want this feeling to end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You woke me from my sleep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this feeling's deep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you watching me bleed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your words are misleading me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you will hear nothing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Im hesitating,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say something.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating cause I dont know why,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you're saying these things,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean for them to sting,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just pulling my heart strings.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really nothing to you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I suppose to be real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are your words really true,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they just blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;If your hearts not mine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont show me signs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me cause its malign,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're not fine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no fees,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention's free,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ridiculous. I totally have no motivational incentive. Snails move faster than "time" luh. The lectures are fuckingly inaudible. I only like DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see stupid fugly bengs and bucktooth lians trying to act likka chao chibai thinking that she owns the world. Part of me begs her to punch me in my face. Im sadistic with that much anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is she when I need to hear her voice and see her smile to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rarely dealt with my anger meter that high. I've not dealt with anger as much as the other emotions. So if I seem annoyed or agitated, please dont add on my extreme mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taxing. Haven't eaten much and Im falling sick. My facial expression is a constant frown. My eyes are dangerous slits. I feel hollow. This feeling is like dying slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really am trying my best to surpress it. Im at my snapping point. I need to hear your voice, its the voice that calms my unflinching rage, dont fade, not now, stay with me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley, Im waiting for yo explaination on Friday. Dont give me wishy washy bullshit, you of all people know I'll walk out on that. Thank God Anthea stands up for you, all of us are waiting for your explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you, I start to miss you. Take me home, I dont wanna be alone tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3933002287443323988?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3933002287443323988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3933002287443323988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3933002287443323988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3933002287443323988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-dying-i-want-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-2594703695927589860</id><published>2009-04-22T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:54:22.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Miley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill people. The walking out thought was for Miley. He walked out on us without explaining and expects us to understand? I really was stupid to believe your words. Dammit I trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up til 3am thinking. So you listen well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo dui ni hen shi wang. How could you make Anthea cry, ass. Maybe you dont know how much you hurt her, but she was the one who fought with Bryan to stand up for you. What have you done for her huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Anthea and I were there for you when you needed someone grumble to, needed a shoulder. And you walked out on us when all I wanted for you to do was TELL ME WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to understand you, tell me why, thats the only way I'll understand you better. Use the word, "BECAUSE". Just cause we dont understand what your going through means we are not real friends? Come on boy, you havent even EXPLAINED yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the feeling of being walked out on, dumped one side, put away, left on the shelf. Thats why I'll never do such a thing to people I love, you! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I never put you away, you were like my soft toy, I brought you everywhere I went, told you everything, told you my secrets, shared my candy, played lego with you, because I love you as my buddy. Shield you from their harmful words. Kept you in the safety of my arms like all my other buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how much we love you, for your stewpid flaws, for your stewpidness, that was what made you you. And I loved you flaws and all. I accepted your flaws, that's a special thing about being my buddy, I tolerant nonsense but not from everyone, people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was telling me why too much to ask? You kept saying its you you you. No its not. Why did you just leave when the going gets tough. We meant so little, that you can just put us one side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt make me cry, you made me angry. You showed me that I meant so little to you. You showed me that we meant so little to you. You were my buddy, I had your back through your tough times, now you want to walk out on us, me? Ni dui wo tai shi wang le bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong? Have I told you lies? Did I not tell you it was going to be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand you, I really do. But boy you gotta help me. Im not God, I cant read your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-2594703695927589860?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2594703695927589860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=2594703695927589860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2594703695927589860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/2594703695927589860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-miley.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-91212541005385154</id><published>2009-04-22T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:57:22.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I should've known, Im stupid to believe words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im calm. Hahahahahaha! Lightened up with the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats was fantastic. I think some chikopehs might have nose bled. *hides bloody tissue* Hahahahaha! The performers were wearing SKIN TIGHT cat suits. Hot, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second part's best cause my favourite kitty(Rum Tum Tugger aka John O'Hara) grinning back at me while hoping down the 3 steps. Yeah, mummy got front row seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite she-kitty played with my hair *GRINS* whoa. Sounds wrong. Its just the interacting with the audience. I-gawd-knows her kitty name or dancer name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall critic for CATS: 9/10 for deco. 8.5/10 for musical(plus 0.2 for cute kitties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded by mummy because of BIOpolis. Speaking of biopolis or whatever its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherie was in my group for the whole tour. She and I were joking bout the gel thingy. Just pump water into the gel and it expands. *thinks and falls off chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he said it expanded with water, sherie and I looked at each other.&lt;br /&gt;J: Eh you want more water?&lt;br /&gt;S: Hahahaha! Yeah, this month I want it to be huge.&lt;br /&gt;J: Pump more water, make them into water-melons.&lt;br /&gt;S: HAHAHAHAHAHA! What the fuck. Sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Yeah what all SAC one.&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;amp;S: Eh! No lo.&lt;br /&gt;J: imagine if you pump more water in the...*pause*&lt;br /&gt;*sherie and jane clicked for 1 second and laughed our asses off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the korean scientist(and still laughing), after he was 3/4 done with his explaination. Sherie was like "What the fuck is he saying?" (clearly not listening) But seriously, I was squating in front of him and I didnt even get him, I was reading the boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire drills make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIFFY, I didnt hear a THANK YOU for bringing you to the BOOKSHOP. Still can happily push me onto the grass. Next time you are lost uh! I wont help you man! HAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aint a poem, its incoherent thoughts of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare as if I committed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;They speak as if I spoke lies.&lt;br /&gt;They think as if I was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;They dont know shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's as guilty as everyone.&lt;br /&gt;He's as unscary as anoyone.&lt;br /&gt;They're as judgemental as them.&lt;br /&gt;They dont know shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only play your fool once.&lt;br /&gt;I let down my guard.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Im already at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-91212541005385154?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/91212541005385154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=91212541005385154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/91212541005385154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/91212541005385154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-shouldve-known-im-stupid-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199846127508670682.post-3436089863275617417</id><published>2009-04-21T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:29:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I run but I cant seem to hide from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have you then? If I cant then why are your words teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy scolded me over the phone for going on a school trip. That's like perfect. Imagined if I skipped school, shit, I'll be hung by my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS REVIEW WHEN I GET BACK! Hahahaha funny, Im home at 5:18pm. CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1199846127508670682-3436089863275617417?l=rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3436089863275617417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1199846127508670682&amp;postID=3436089863275617417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3436089863275617417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1199846127508670682/posts/default/3436089863275617417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolls-off-bed-laughing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-run-but-i-cant-seem-to-hide-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843340244841591019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8FkZix6DA3g/SElG6XNbOsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pAr9SOzUDvw/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
