<?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-5778662186554662355</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:05.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Kisser</title><subtitle type='html'>(Jules: Life for rent.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-6502146995625417668</id><published>2007-02-22T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:43:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Music: Lindsay Lohan - Confessions of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love this song because it portrayed what I felt inside, yeah in a way, plus Lindsay Lohan's scream-singing, guess it got beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the school library now. I've got a few things to update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just talked to Chen Jy and I think I've got to reweigh my options about Tp &amp; Jc. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;2. Manda's birthday dinner at Yongs house yesterday. super hilarious and so goddamn fun, pigging out, sparklers, camwhoring all :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Last night I realised that everything that I'm going through now is Karma. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm on my first day of fasting today (Ash Wednesday) so for me it's just recess, $1 lunch &amp;amp; dinner. don't tempt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, to you.. You know who you are. I miss you but I don't know how to tell you that I do. I don't know how you are because I suppose we stopped communicating properly. all I want is for us to be okay, but yet everytime we are okay, it hurts again. I just read your blog while I was in the school library, and maybe you're in love with someone else or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells -shrugs. it's all about Karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-6502146995625417668?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/6502146995625417668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=6502146995625417668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/6502146995625417668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/6502146995625417668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-1497435534615594926</id><published>2007-02-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:29:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could turn back time</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my darling (Silly) Soul / Botak Ball a.k.a Amanda Tan Wenxian! I love you loads, tmrw will be fun fun funnnn yes? and you can be the kekekexz ahlian as much as you want. haha, LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm just going to say 3 words:&lt;br /&gt;insecure&lt;br /&gt;unsecured&lt;br /&gt;drifting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-1497435534615594926?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/1497435534615594926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=1497435534615594926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1497435534615594926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1497435534615594926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If only I could turn back time'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-1187217723875872009</id><published>2007-02-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:39:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't see the world through a mirror</title><content type='html'>yesterday was Valentines' Day. really rocked &amp; it was almost the best day of my life but it was ruined by certain people and I shan't say here if not I'll get into more fugly trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moleys:&lt;/strong&gt; hello dears, yesterday was really lots of love. sparklers especially, being stupid and all. and yes Yongs we'll play a high school prank hahaha! Rah &amp;amp; Ele thanks for constantly lighting up my sparkler and getting your fingers burnt in the process, Ele for dancing and being silly with me in the canteen to the 'breaking free' music and lending me your shoulder to cry on that day :) thanks Andrea for the lovely photograph and puzzle, Manda for helping me cover up with my mum although in the end I didn't need the cover up anymore, all the times in art and all the times you listened. thank you Lisa "tg" teo for being tg and being funny to the maximum, being our 'disciplinary master'! and for once I'm gonna tell Ada Yeo that she rocks because I know she's always wanting to hear that (the ego gay priest, haha I still remember). I'm gonna miss all those times with you guys because you all are so loveable and this is the best Valentines' Day ever. although my recess was not spent fully with you due to the com meeting, after school was a blast and I love you all skyloads :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Vday2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love you darlings :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love Skool:&lt;/strong&gt; hello class clique, it's been almost a year since we've been formed (I think if not a little less..) and I know I moodswing alot alot and I'm sorry you all are always the one having to tolerate me and my pisses. haha, but just to let you know, no matter how pissy or silly I am, I still love you all because we rock! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Iloveskool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skool's kool, yo :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chewy Kids: &lt;/strong&gt;ahaha, a chewy bar to represent our chewy and everlasting love. enjoy it alright, it's just a token of appreciation from me. remember those silly times of giggly laughter in our 2 Grace centre-back-of-the-class, and Molly, and hanging out at the specs stand.. so childlike and innocent ayes, with Yings Rings and her big eyes, Ally (the fat bon bon cat) and her Harry Potter tu-du-du-dus, Abby and our reminiscing of Primary times (the jellybean incident!) and Beebee for all those heart-to-heart talks about certain people hee hee :) I'm gonna miss you all, slacking and having so much fun. lots of love darlings &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ear: &lt;/strong&gt;haha, thanks for always listening darling, you've been such a great friend and I'm always glad to hear your troubles out as well :) I know that you're a hard friend to find and I'm really glad I've got you. thanks for all those silly times and YOU being your bimbotic self. it was fun hollabacking with you and thank you for being you :P manda chewwww, you're loved &lt;3 (and OMG I don't have a picture with you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saint Nickelodeons: &lt;/strong&gt;nod your head from the front to the back, all you gotta do is HOLLABACK! goddamnit I miss those times. wish we could do it all again and we'll definitely win if we do it another round because we rock, and has always been rocking the shit out of everyone. the hard practice sessions, major jamming at Seletar singing "That thing you do" and all those super outings especially the time with Chew, Wanx &amp; Chia to Icekimo, with "Daddy" hahaha, how hilarious was that. you lovable people, have a happy Valentines' Day, I love you people to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jawcranes: &lt;/strong&gt;yo, yo, yo, whazzup! haha although we just formed this year which is quite.. unusual seeing this is our last year in school together hmm I'm glad to have you guys! especially thank you to Diana &amp;amp; Wangling, for being there for me the previous years during the whole fighting thing and all. Diana, thanks for listening to my problems and sharing with me your troubles as well. aye you all just rock and I love you all. apart from Charis, let's make this last production of ours the second best (first is Fiaalbov) we've had even though Rj's a sucky director!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Jawcranes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"This is Sakae Sushi, not a playground!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheesy Shit&lt;/strong&gt;: thank you for yesterday, starting with picking me up from a cab and all! the rose was awfully sweet and the bathscent thing in red &amp;amp; blue is just adorable :) Vivocity was enjoyable although we didn't get to watch the movie, quality time spent with you was much more worth it. I'm sorry I got a little tired in the bus dear, and I'm sorry I cried :( "keep holding on, cos we're gonna make it through, we'll make it through" :) thank you for yesterday hon, Happy Valentines' Day to you. I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chasing cars &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I found this nice photo of St. Nicks' track of Ebird &amp; Me, it's beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Ebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr. Penguin's on our heads! (I mizzzz-u Ebird.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;today's Fugly Day. thanks alot, to those fugly people who made my day uber fugly and sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-1187217723875872009?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/1187217723875872009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=1187217723875872009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1187217723875872009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1187217723875872009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-cant-see-world-through-mirror.html' title='You can&apos;t see the world through a mirror'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-531135394652964339</id><published>2007-02-11T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:31:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You left me a ransom letter</title><content type='html'>okay, okay, I'm sorry I've got such emotional posts the last few days of my life. I had been quite down recently only until a few days ago where I kind of took a right turn and got happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Chinese 'O' Levels results were a surprise. I'm very satisfied with my B3 comparing with what I get for chinese all along. but still, there's a tinge of indignant that this voice in me is saying, "The A2 wasn't very far away and neither was the A1." but ah wells, it's over and I should not dwell over it nor cry over spilt milk. but again, cheer up! to the people who aren't happy with their results. it's not the end of the world yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ld auditions were good and I got the role I wanted! let's get Gold or Gold with Honors this year pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' Day is around the corner. my wallet's empty after excessive shopping at Ikea &amp; Daiso for various presents. I'm actually quite excited this V'day which will actually be my last V'day in St. Nicks as well as with my friends as well as juniors. ooh haha I just realised I had two "actually"s and "as well as" in the previous sentence. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Ikea not long ago and I'm tired the shit out of me. what I'm saying probably isn't making much sense. my grades are still like wtf below average and I'm no where near improving. let's just hope I do okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, to you. thank you for today and despite the setbacks today 1) the getting lost in lower peirce 2) lousy lunch 3) traffic light quarrel, it was sweet of you to shop for Valentines' Day presents with me for my friends. meatballs &amp;amp; chicken wings &amp;amp; lime jelly at Ikea today was love and I'm glad you're gradually quitting smokes :) thank you dear, and the long red sweet thing was kinda awesome.. in a way, haha. your results were good, so cheer up okayyyyy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-531135394652964339?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/531135394652964339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=531135394652964339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/531135394652964339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/531135394652964339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-left-me-ransom-letter.html' title='You left me a ransom letter'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-3427659591327432640</id><published>2007-02-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:29:46.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existentialism on prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;our whole path laid out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right in front of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I hate you and I love you at the same time. my heart- it's tangled in this mess I can't get out off. not being able to differentiate the truth and the facades. what you've said previously and what you actually do. what you promised and what doesn't come true. what the friends say and how it tallies up with the frequency table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, am I turning to fade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-3427659591327432640?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/3427659591327432640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=3427659591327432640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3427659591327432640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3427659591327432640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/existentialism-on-prom-night.html' title='Existentialism on prom night'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-3135785726806089457</id><published>2007-02-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:25:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see your true colours</title><content type='html'>Music: Papa Roach - Scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tear my heart open,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sew myself shut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; my weakness is that I care too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scars remind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That the past is real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tear my heart open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugly. break out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-3135785726806089457?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/3135785726806089457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=3135785726806089457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3135785726806089457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3135785726806089457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-see-your-true-colours.html' title='I see your true colours'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-4409957253705903791</id><published>2007-01-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:31:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me out of the waste</title><content type='html'>I tell myself I'm alright. I really am alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind this plastic mask maybe there are deeper emotions. questions still I have unanswered that clogs my mind. I can't think straight. all I want to do is run as far away as I can from all this. run into the arms of paradise and forget all that has happened. but this rope binds me tight and stretches me thin. I don't know if I can make it out alive at all. the deeper emotions seem to swirl inside me like a shadow detached from the world- unexisting at times, showing up when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see me happy, you see me laughing. but if that's who you're really seeing, you're not seeing me at all. it's that strange. you can love me, but you don't know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the day when you can fully understand me, fully care for me and be honest with me, I will be able to accept you wholeheartedly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a small crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you got no excuse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that alright with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, let the plastic mask be sewn and cut to fit my face because we'll probably be a lot happier that way. don't say I didn't try, don't say I didn't give us a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-4409957253705903791?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/4409957253705903791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=4409957253705903791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4409957253705903791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4409957253705903791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/leave-me-out-of-waste.html' title='Leave me out of the waste'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-3680555614043033524</id><published>2007-01-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:13:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect sky is torn</title><content type='html'>Music: Natalie Imbruglia - Torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a little late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm already torn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who to trust? who to believe? what to do? why to do? how to go? who to give the benefit of the doubt? is she? do I? how to? maybe? lies? somehow? but.. then? what if? could I? why shouldn't I? why should I? leave this mess? accept all again? get hurt again? dejavu? fate? destiny? am I sure? maybe not? love me? loves me not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as Vivien puts it, "I hear darkness reassuring me that it's not all that bad. I hear it warning me that light, if I'm going to find it, can blind me. I hear myself sob. I'm confused beyond words, I'm overwhelmed by the complications life has brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say the word 'maybe', it always means a no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. happy endings only happen in fairytales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-3680555614043033524?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/3680555614043033524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=3680555614043033524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3680555614043033524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/3680555614043033524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfect-sky-is-torn.html' title='The perfect sky is torn'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-4289347072554337078</id><published>2007-01-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:06:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty promises and uncrossed cheques</title><content type='html'>Music: The All-American Rejects - It Ends Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song I'm listening to says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you deny the truth? if you loved me, why did you do it? thanks for trying. but I think I'm better off without you. I'm sorry, but I just can't accept people who cheat and lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Crimes by Damien Rice is playing now. I'm wondering how I'm going to do. maybe its me, maybe it's just my thoughts overwhelming me I can't even read what I'm typing. is this worth it? is she worth it? moreover, I know that flipping coins to decide my fate is not worth it. sometimes no matter how fated or destined a couple can be, the cruel fact separates them from virtual and reality. were we ever meant to be? then what about number 86?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since I laid my eyes on you, I thought you were someone different from what I heard and who you really are. but maybe I'm wrong. if trust doesn't work out, what does? I have trusted you even though you always say I don't; but it seems like you've broken the trust pretty bad. maybe I'm some idiot to always get myself into shit mess and leave my friends worried for me. but this time I think I'm really okay. it's not like I haven't gone through something like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I a toy? am I your toy? like a silly looking doll on the shelf of a toyshop, roughly being tittered with and then casually flung back on the the dusty shelf. just to tell you the truth, I'm more than a doll. I know my worth and my worth isn't equivalent to what you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't show me how I'm supposed to hold it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than I'm pissed off, I'm hurt and disappointed. all those unworthy lies.&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the darkness envelopes me, I'm going to surrender. the anguish will fade behind me as I continue my own marathon, as myself. and even though I'm single and alone, I know my friends are by the sidelines cheering me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll win my own race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-4289347072554337078?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/4289347072554337078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=4289347072554337078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4289347072554337078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4289347072554337078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/weakness-for-hour.html' title='Empty promises and uncrossed cheques'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-8437322380514301540</id><published>2007-01-25T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:26:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's pulling me through</title><content type='html'>Music: Damien Rice - Nine Crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;To be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;For somebody new&lt;br /&gt;It's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haharrrr Vivien &amp; Me can play &amp;amp; sing this song on the piano. everyone was like practically looking at us the when we tapped our talented fingers on the keys and seriously, I'm addicted to this sad song. mmmmaybe... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the Ld Secondary 1 introductions today because of extra lessons :( but Ld was kinda fun, "I'm Ah-Lian &amp; I smoke." yes, develop my character hahaha. I think I'm going to do multimedia in this production. do what I'm good at. discover my secret talents. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of funny stuff today at the Tauhway shop with Diana, Cindy &amp;amp; Ebird! haha, catch up again guys, &amp; yeah end of year we'll book a hotel and have a ladies/hens' night or something &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No chinese, free periods for both biology &amp;amp; physics girls. Thursday is like. Happy Day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-8437322380514301540?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/8437322380514301540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=8437322380514301540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/8437322380514301540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/8437322380514301540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/shes-pulling-me-through.html' title='She&apos;s pulling me through'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-5738337224408263587</id><published>2007-01-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:49:58.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears stream down your face</title><content type='html'>Vivien &amp; Me make up a harmonious, musically inclined pair. I say this because I've only got Grade 1 Piano intelligence and she has none, yet we've composed our own duet. just say we rock, because we really do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-5738337224408263587?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/5738337224408263587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=5738337224408263587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/5738337224408263587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/5738337224408263587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-stream-down-your-face.html' title='Tears stream down your face'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-5013412241028282172</id><published>2007-01-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:05:13.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway train, never going back</title><content type='html'>FFFFF I'm so freaking pissed with my pissing math paper. I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, some good news, the LD Blog is like finally up. next thing that's on my list is the Angel Mortal thing. Welcoming party this Thursday. I find myself looking real forward to LD nowadays. I've got great juniors and great red badges and the friends and the spirit, it's forever. and I know that no matter how down I am, these people never fail to cheer me up with their antics and all. and whilst I was listening to Ally and her chinese speech today, I realised how badly I would miss St. Nicks next year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enjoy my last year of St. Nicks whether I like it or not. and that includes participating actively in my last Sports' Day and enjoying every test that I take. sitting in 4 Diligence and fooling around with I. Love. Skool. Moleys rushing our last 10 minutes of Orange Bowl down our throats. criticizing Ong and laughing at Bee &amp; Abby. trying to slack the time of our life during CJY's lessons with Loo, Jean &amp; Yuai Parker. taking rubbish photos with Ld (and oops hahar I think I forgot our complicated clique's name!) talking and listening to Ompapa Chew and laughing with the fellow Hollaback crew.. ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. what the hell :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somedays, I make it through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I could believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would do it all again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-5013412241028282172?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/5013412241028282172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=5013412241028282172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/5013412241028282172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/5013412241028282172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/runaway-train-never-going-back.html' title='Runaway train, never going back'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-4191566053635350406</id><published>2007-01-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:41:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd give anything but I won't give up</title><content type='html'>Music: Stacie Orrico - Strong Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(points up,) Strong Enough's a beautiful song that I only recently found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math tuition in the morning, I feel rejuvenated and restored with the love for math. (aha just kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrr S4 life indeed isn't E. Z. I'm wondering how I'm going to do for 'O's at the all-time-slackers' rate I'm going. but today, I'm super inspired and motivated to get single digit because of the taxi talk (by Ele &amp; Rah: inside joke.), even though I'm targeting to get through Temasek Polytechnic Design School :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Design School is just so, so, so damn it FASCINATING. I'm kinda excited to know that it'll probably be my future school (YES JULES YOU CAN DO IT!) and that I should be majoring in Design of Apparels or Visual Communications. haha, even Rah's convinced to go there. oh yes Manda, Bee &amp;amp; Pris were there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy anyway, after Tp's Open House today, Rah, Ele &amp; I went all the way from tampines mrt to city hall to meet Ada Andrea &amp;amp; Yongs at Dorothy Perkins. our feet were killing us I swear. abittt we were supposed to go there to study but I guess we ended up slacking, eating &amp; shopping. we met CYM &amp;amp; W Laoshi there, kinda just stunned us for sometime. walked like forever to find a POSB Bank and then sat down at some bench looking like losers, and then we decided to give ourselves a treat and we went to Secret Recipe to fucking EAT, EAT &amp; EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm giving a paragraph here so your eyes won't get sore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Yongs left and Rah &amp;amp; Ele left and Andrea, Ada and I took the Mrt. Andrea went home and Ada &amp; I went to Guess? trying to find her wallet, and Forever21, talking about our elders talking about how we're not 21 yet but we're wearing Forever21 clothes. okay like whatever, then Ada left for Lido and I went to Orchard Boulevard to find out it was raining cats &amp;amp; dogs so I couldn't get bus 16 to Great World City, sorry I couldn't come find you dear :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that whole paragraph kind of sums up my day. I want to be a fashion stylist/designer/director when I grow up. yay I've got an ambition :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the 17th January a.k.a 17/01/07, the bbq chix baked rice, mango tango + lychee, banana cinnabun &amp;amp; soundtrack, THANK YOU &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-4191566053635350406?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/4191566053635350406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=4191566053635350406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4191566053635350406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4191566053635350406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/id-give-anything-but-i-wont-give-up.html' title='I&apos;d give anything but I won&apos;t give up'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-7656659691174241628</id><published>2007-01-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:48:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the last one falls</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday (from 8 Jan to 12 Jan) to Andrea, Rah, Kwan, Chris, Wanx, Yuai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Chew &amp; me just realised today that 4 out of the 6 of them are from Hollaback. I miss those times :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Ompapa Chew for talking/listening today.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Ada for telling me about - &amp;amp; -, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Ong for the informative Snapple bottlecap.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I feel like I'm saying some death speech or something. anyways, IKEA meatballs tomorrow, I'm already starting to feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moleys: &lt;/strong&gt;I did up some photoshopped pictures of us! go see my friendster &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-7656659691174241628?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/7656659691174241628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=7656659691174241628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7656659691174241628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7656659691174241628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-last-one-falls.html' title='When the last one falls'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-7489854400012903862</id><published>2007-01-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:03:35.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah's Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/IMG_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fondue with the Moleys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/IMG_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moleys making love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/IMG_0172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/IMG_0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moleys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/IMG_0160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preeeeety!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-7489854400012903862?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/7489854400012903862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=7489854400012903862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7489854400012903862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7489854400012903862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/rahs-sweet-sixteen.html' title='Rah&apos;s Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-1840834925517780333</id><published>2007-01-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:40:30.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll steal the sun for you</title><content type='html'>Music: Avril Lavigne - Keep Holding On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep holding on, 'cause you know&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;just stay strong, cause you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you can say, nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;there's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;so, keep holding on, 'cause you know&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-1840834925517780333?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/1840834925517780333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=1840834925517780333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1840834925517780333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/1840834925517780333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-steal-sun-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll steal the sun for you'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-7224247480375871086</id><published>2007-01-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:14:08.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing like no one's listening</title><content type='html'>Music: The All-American Rejects - Your Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello beloved friends, it's TIME to face the fact that I, Julia (Monique/Monica) Ng is going to take her 'O' Levels this year and she's actually prepared to die.. haha, I'm just kidding. I'm prepared to die while fighting this battle, but I know I'll live on and I WILL DO WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome everybody to the year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lot's of happenings I've yet to update in my blog. basically exciting things that happened so far in my life in 2007. let's see, a beautiful countdown night to 2007 with Ahemahem (har har and LisaTeo will give me that spastic Kkkkkkk look.), catching up with 4Diligence I. Love. Skool. mates, like the CCA Fair (how Cindy &amp; me talentedly did the make-up, how Alyssa T. &amp;amp; me professionally became deejays etc.), facing year 2007 with a pile of undone homework that's only stacking up every minute now so everyone, please appreciate my willingness to update (nah, actually it's just that I've done alot of work the past few days so I actually cut myself some slack.), Mediacorp Tv: The Arena (haha we love you, debators! &amp; seeing Eunice Olsen, Cheryl Fox &amp;amp; Adrian Pang haha.), Andrea (Hot Sister)'s birthday (&amp; by midnight today it's beloved Rah Red Dot &amp;amp; Kwan's birthday!) whooooopeeeee &amp; tmrw after LD Auditions (which are, btw 3pm @ Mpr2) and drums @ PS, we are all going to ThamYongxian's house to watch Borat &amp;amp; slack like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the beautiful LD board. we are so going upscale. not only a mission statement but also, an LD website. we're unbelievable. so don't join LD if you're not passionate and if you're uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, I'm planning to put up a huge sign- "A GOAL TO ACHIEVE" &amp; probably, something like "4Diligence: Determination, Drive, Discipline &amp;amp; Duty". haha, am I smart or whattttttt. &amp; a personal goal for me, it'll be DIET. (friends to note: help me to suceed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think truth has sunk into me that 22nd October 2007 (THIS YEAR) I will be sitting for my 'O' Level papers. Congratulashuns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-7224247480375871086?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/7224247480375871086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=7224247480375871086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7224247480375871086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/7224247480375871086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2007/01/sing-like-no-ones-listening.html' title='Sing like no one&apos;s listening'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-755273090196841193</id><published>2006-12-28T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:03:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your subtleties, they strangle me</title><content type='html'>Music: Unwritten Law - Save Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't save me&lt;br /&gt;you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;well I'm waiting for my wake up call&lt;br /&gt;and everything's my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't save me&lt;br /&gt;you can't blame me&lt;br /&gt;well I'm waiting here to take a fall&lt;br /&gt;and everything, and everything's my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a death threat haven't slept yet&lt;br /&gt;baby why the wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massive headache now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-755273090196841193?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/755273090196841193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=755273090196841193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/755273090196841193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/755273090196841193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me.html' title='Your subtleties, they strangle me'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-6973716550859175103</id><published>2006-12-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:43:08.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's just about to break</title><content type='html'>Music: Celine Dion - Because You Loved Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yeah okay so I know that the song I'm listening to now is really cheesy but hahaha whatever. stop laughing, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was Andrea, Ele, Loo, Pangs, Debra and Neek's confirmation! after a delicious lunch today I cabbed down to Junction8 to meet Lisa, Ada &amp;amp; Rah to buy flowers for the confirmants. then we cabbed to Holy Spirit church to attend the ceremony. after that, I met Kel and brought her to Icekimo! I ate a brownie topped with mango icecream! ahaaaa yay she might be working there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to Junction8 and then we went to Food Junction to eat beef noodles. and then we proceeded to eat Xiao Long Baos! yummmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially love food.. okay who doesn't, I'll learn from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-6973716550859175103?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/6973716550859175103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=6973716550859175103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/6973716550859175103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/6973716550859175103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2006/12/somethings-just-about-to-break.html' title='Something&apos;s just about to break'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-4171013140137800498</id><published>2006-12-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:37:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm turning to fade</title><content type='html'>Music: The All American Rejects - Swing Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just listening to my list of The All American Rejects songs and I realised how much I missed all of them and how much each and every song have a personal meaning to me. don't know why, but I guess I kinda put my favourites on the replay- Straightjacket Feeling, Dance Inside and The Last Song. hmm they kinda make me think and think and think and one day I think I'm going to be thinking too much till I sink into depression or I start to not know how to do math sums and etc etc. okay Jules, don't be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away, away, awayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(swing) swing swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;swing swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh I love math. I absolutely, positively love maths and I'm an expert in math. like Vivien says, embrace maths and love numbers. (hmm I think this attempt at psycho-ing myself to do math is failing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, don't be dumb Jules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, at the last post I forgot to mention about the fabulous time spent at Icekimo with 4/13 saint nickelodeon: Chew, Chia and Wanx! haha everything was &lt;3! it was really fun watching Chew flirt with our beloved Prataman and Daddy@Icekimo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday after shopping and happy-feeting with Michelle, I met up with Kel, Nat, Shihui &amp; Chicken :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejavu with them again on 8 December plus my beloved Diana's birthday celebration @ Sakae Sushi! whoopee I can't wait. btw, Happy Birthday Dianaaaa &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-4171013140137800498?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/4171013140137800498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=4171013140137800498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4171013140137800498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/4171013140137800498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-im-turning-to-fade.html' title='And I&apos;m turning to fade'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778662186554662355.post-8897887114901259482</id><published>2006-12-05T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:27:58.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll break me if you can</title><content type='html'>Music: Hinder - Nothing Good About Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, new layout. alright, besides that, many things have happened recently (like they always do) and I haven't been blogging nor updating. I think I've been going out quite a bit, having fun with Kel and her friends, having fun with Hollaback at Pratahouse &amp; Icekimo! I really really really should get down to do alot of work this and next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's do it right, under the streetlight..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;way to go, way to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got so far to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the Secondary 4s Graduation Prom Night, everyone was really pretty and all in their prom dresses. it makes me wonder about next year, graduating St. Nicks and moving on to another stage in life, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite bored now. so I'm going to do lame things like quizes. here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old did you wish you were?&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I was 14 to 15 all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you when 911 happened?&lt;/strong&gt; probably at home or in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;/strong&gt; approach the personnel involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you count yourself kind?&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes, sometimes the opposite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; cantonese (if that's considered a language.) if not french's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know your neighbours?&lt;/strong&gt; yes, eg. Ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you consider a vacation?&lt;/strong&gt; when you're relaxed and happy at a foreign place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, but not so much nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you move for the person you love?&lt;/strong&gt; depends how much I love that person and how much I'm willing to give up for him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you touchy feely?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, definitely. but I'm not touchy feely with un-touchy feely people because then it'd feel awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;/strong&gt; hmm, yes and no. "great minds think alike" is more like it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream job?&lt;/strong&gt; famous designer (fashion, graphic etc.) or make-up artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite channels?&lt;/strong&gt; I've got no scv so I guess it'll be channel 5 and 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite place?&lt;/strong&gt; Icekimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showers or baths?&lt;/strong&gt; showers and baths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you paint your nails?&lt;/strong&gt; nopeeee, people who knows me will know why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;/strong&gt; I believe people easily but trust- not so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your phobias?&lt;/strong&gt; flying objects, knives, balloons, dolls/faces at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;/strong&gt; probably yeah, but see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/strong&gt; used to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where would you rather be right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Icekimo, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;/strong&gt; aha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy or light sleeper?&lt;/strong&gt; when I get to sleep, I'm a heavy sleeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you paranoid?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you could say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you impatient?&lt;/strong&gt; yes, most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who can you relate to?&lt;/strong&gt; preferred not to be disclosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;/strong&gt; er, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you been burned by love?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you could say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;/strong&gt; haha, there's quite alot. but my favourite is "can I have a picture of you, so that I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's Shakira's Hips Don't Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt; I was in bed- sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;/strong&gt; I'M NOT TELLING GODDAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose bed did you sleep in last?&lt;/strong&gt; my own, goddamn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; stripes of blue and dark blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Feet, sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;/strong&gt; My hair, my undergarment, my phone (but occasionally it's not with me.) HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your bedsheets?&lt;/strong&gt; currently, it's blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; $0- I'm not carrying cash with me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;/strong&gt; chicken wing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite town/city?&lt;/strong&gt; I think I like the sound of Bangkok- Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/strong&gt; laksa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own a gun?&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt; coffee, hot chocolate or a glass of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;/strong&gt; hopefully overseas doing designing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate &amp;amp; peanut cream oreo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What songs do you sing in the toilet?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA I'm not gonna tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; the last "thing" that really made me laugh was Kelly hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst injury you've ever had&lt;/strong&gt;? hips, probably?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt; haha I've no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt; I prefer chocolates, but the chocolate gummy thing from Ntuc would be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song do you want played at your funeral? &lt;/strong&gt;Shine Your Light by Robbie Robertson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four random people to do this?&lt;/strong&gt; whoever who's bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778662186554662355-8897887114901259482?l=paintkisser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/feeds/8897887114901259482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778662186554662355&amp;postID=8897887114901259482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/8897887114901259482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778662186554662355/posts/default/8897887114901259482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paintkisser.blogspot.com/2006/12/youll-break-me-if-you-can.html' title='You&apos;ll break me if you can'/><author><name>Jules (rules.)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137189277645480728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/ngxinyajulia/Julesrules.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
