<?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-1140594884196417379</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:41:00.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Thrills &amp; Dollar Bills</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-7143979805306196399</id><published>2010-02-18T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:45:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to being the computer lover.</title><content type='html'>shit, my three month holiday is finally coming to a close, and that sucks so bad. but hey, at least im only going back for the semester and i should be back here in june again. hopefully for a month! if not, 3 weeks. some planned things fell off track and others went on some weird path. *dont ask* as usual, had the best time with the baby. and of course not forgetting my stephanie and the other one even though we've had our ups and downs. tash, is another one, but it hasnt been exactly the ideal amount of time that i spent with her. :( times clash, this that and those! anyways, one thing i did throughout that gave me major healing was the shopping. (im so gonna be over-weight for the flight) but it was absolute madness! i just transformed into this major shopperholic!!!! its a freaking disease maaaaan! anyways, theres still this lovely baby that i wanna buy. my pink hp netbook! i know i know, i already have a laptop but you dont even understand the convenience, prettiness,  absolute life-saving thing can make tonnes of things easier. YES! it doesnt have a bloody cd drive thing, but hey, theres always the external cd drive maaan. that thing would actually help me attend lectures. it would be my mini-entertainment and probably also taking lectures notes. you know? it could possibly up the grades. still thinking whether i should ask either M or D for it. im trying to put it in the right words so i dont sound like such a spoilt brat that just wants another lappy! oh oh, another life-saver would be the completion of my driving hours to i can actually obtain the freaking card to freedom! and then, i can start talking to M about a car! ;) that would be interesting. ive gottttttttt a feeling the year of the tiger would be a transformation for little meeee! we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkin out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-7143979805306196399?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7143979805306196399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-being-computer-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7143979805306196399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7143979805306196399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-being-computer-lover.html' title='Back to being the computer lover.'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-7298001503866640987</id><published>2009-09-22T02:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:19:24.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>So yeah, i have been a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busy bee&lt;/span&gt;* running around, getting assignments done, waking up late for monday morning class, never making it, forever bullshitting to group members. today's bullshit was the best, msged them saying i have to go to the hospital, need to do important tests, cos i might be diabetic. HAHA. ahhh well, cant be bothered. class started at 830, woke up at 820, but i set alarm for 630, so you tell me how that works ? &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;it doesnt&lt;/span&gt;, so i didnt go. managed to make it to uni eventually at about 115 i think ? then sat in the lab doing my law assignment which was due about two hours ago ? by 11:59 September 21st. did my assignment in the lab from 115 0 230, then went for class, then 430 - 10pm ? who stays in uni till that late? you tell me. so anyways, by that time you would think that i would have finished the assignment, well guess what ? no i didnt, no suprises right ? i know. came home rushing through it, changing my introduction, changing my conclusion, doing my referencing all that jazzy bullshit. what time i hand it in? well, 12:08 am! so i dont know if points will be deducted, but i assume yes. 5%. but whatever, i handed it in, and im tired and i dont give two shits at the moment. So anyways, little miss me has a birthday coming up! MY 19TH BIRTHDAY. my baby's flyin over. (: excited as fuck. tash im taking your idea, im gonna put up a little WISH LIST. (: so feel free to pick and choose. (chey like as if got alot of people reading my blog know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) How freaking sexy is this beast ? HOW I WISH. Thee One and Only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blackberry Storm.&lt;/span&gt; I wont need a phone for the next 10 years, I SWEAR. This would be MAGICAL. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383992287355630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SrfIdbFGcmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JqWurkdHS1M/s320/Blackberry+Storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Something like this other sexy beast, but the DG is diamonded (if you know what i mean) i got a feeling that this one would be one the wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (: woopty doo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384164473687561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SrhlD_Js1WI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nkJ-glZYGZs/s320/D%26G+Shades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THEE Ultimate Birthday Presents for my 19th! how i wish santa really existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, MUA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-7298001503866640987?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7298001503866640987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7298001503866640987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7298001503866640987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SrfIdbFGcmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JqWurkdHS1M/s72-c/Blackberry+Storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-8308089494909480244</id><published>2009-08-21T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:37:38.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently according to my boyfriend I "action only wanna get blog" cos I havent been updating it. pfft. been busy sleeping riiiight ? SO I HAVENT HAD TIME. Well anyways, uni is a freaking bore. I havent been to my classes, skipping few lectures. so like, all the more im lost. Ive got an Industrial Relations assignment due on monday. Have I started it ? No. Do I know what im doing in that unit ? No. Am I gonna get it completed by monday ? God knows. Am I gonna fail the unit ? Most probably. SHIT MAN. I didnt go to my law tute, so im pretty much screwed for that unit as well. ill just live to the motto that SCHOOLS ARE FOR FOOLS. so fuck it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anywayssssss, had a good ol' chat with the boyfriend last night, for once without any distractions. And I dont have him tonight :(.... The boys are having "boys night." Whatever guysssss. Hope they have fun though. (: Just got back from work. Decided to buy my colleague's phone for 70 bucks. The Sony Ericsson Walkman phone. For what ? I dont know, Ive got a crazy obsession with phones, and I just want anything that I havent used before. I know right, how retarded. So that means, my idea of dying my hair is gonna be pushed to a later date. YET ONCE AGAIN. I dont know when the hell im gonna get it done man, but I wanna do something with it, cos its pissing me off already. Its dead. I NEED SOME LIFE IN MY HAIR PLEASE. anyone got any ideas of what colour to dye my hair, please leave me a msg and let me know. hahaha. I asked the bf, he said green - hes so helpful right ? i know. (: Thats why i love the cow. my muay thai cow. pft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since its a friday night, and my plans have changed. I think I might start on the industrial relations assignment if motivation hits me within the next 20 minutes. (: Since I dont have the boyfriend all to myself tonight, thats another thing I could do while he goes out, check out other chicks and get drunk! bloody cow. YOU WAIT LAH, TILL I GET BACK TO SINGAPORE. THEN YOU'LL SUFFER IN AGONY. not really. oh oh btw, he owes me one "get out of jail" voucher. KIM WOULD KNOW ALLLLL ABOUT IT. (: SO that means, we're even, hes got 1 and i got 1. Baby, whens the next soccer match ? I wanna make another bet and accumulate my get out of jails. hahahaha. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wanna know what the funniest thing is ? I asked dp why he never replies to my ily comments on facebook. and this is what he had to say. "BABY, NOT MAN YOU KNOW. TO SAY I LOVE YOU ON FACEBOOK, ITS JUST NOT MAN. " .................processing comment............OH FML. i couldnt stop laughing!!!!! hes talking about being man thats why he doesnt say ily. CLOWWWN. Oh and my poor kylie almost got his ass whipped but some muay thai customer at georges. Dp had to tell this drunk muay thai fella, cam, who is a westham supporter, that kyle said westham sucks. and this drunk fella, told dp, "OI MAN IM GONNA KICK HIS ASS BLAH BLAH BLAH" BUT lucky dp managed to calm him down and all that bullshit. seeee lah, joke summore lah, put my poor kyle's life at risk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyways, i think i should start my assignment now right ? YEAH. maybe i should give it a shottt. at least a bit of an attempt lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY RICHARD JANSEN! (: HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE TODAY KOTEK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-8308089494909480244?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8308089494909480244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8308089494909480244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8308089494909480244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-so-long.html' title='After So Long'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-894840304870617307</id><published>2009-08-04T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:27:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY NOMINATED.</title><content type='html'>So I had my interview today (for the student exchange programme), and it went well although they did put me on the spot a couple of times! but overall it went well, and they werent supposed to tell me if I got through or not but i suppose they couldnt resist. HAHA. so they told me I was successful. (: *APPLAUSE* Thats only step 1, now I just have to wait for NTU to accept my application and Im done! Thats the most nerve wrecking part though, the suspense of whether their gonna accept me or not. Cos im singaporean, thats a bit of a problem. But i would think it would be easier for Singaporeans to apply, but apparently not. ITS HARDER. If NTU, with their kind hearts and lovely souls, accepts, then Singapore here i come for 7 months. THAT WOULD BE AMAZING LIVING AT HOME AGAIN. I need to get out of Perth for awhile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop has been sent to toshiba, so now im basically lost without my laptop! bored to death at home and stuff. but, hopefully it gets sent back by friday ? Im spending a ridiculous amount of time at uni just so i can be on the com. Better than being at home! But, being at uni has an advantge, I tend to wanna study cos of the many studious nerds im surrounded by! So, at the moment, im just tryna study my law stuff. It is a pile of bullshit put together! I swear. But, its okay, I need to get through this semester with no failures, and hopefully that isnt impossible (hence the crazy hours trying to study even though its only week 1! i just dont wanna take the risk)! MY EXCHANGE PROGRAMME MIGHT BE DISAPPROVED IF I FAIL A UNIT. SO YEAH. no risk-taking this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely cousin is going on a date with some model. its so cute. i swear. with tips coming from me, im sure she'll want him! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;same shit different day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-894840304870617307?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/894840304870617307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/officially-nominated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/894840304870617307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/894840304870617307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/officially-nominated.html' title='OFFICIALLY NOMINATED.'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-3177050316860291643</id><published>2009-07-31T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:36:55.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAW!</title><content type='html'>Right, So i know you wanna know how my first day in law went right ? especially you tash! i was drowning in jargon. DUH. not even jargon, more like a foreign language! You cant start speaking latin to your cohord of students on their FIRST day of the unit. Imagine a guy walking in, introducing himself, welcoming you into the unit, and starts blabbering latin words. and not one or two know. MORE LIKE A WHOLE ESSAY WORTH. "blah blah blah ratio decidendi blah blah blah ubiter dictum" fucking thought i came to the wrong lecture hall for awhile balls. thought maybe i ended up in the "degree in latin" lecture hall. but then i remembered that he did say "WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO LAW1100." bastardious. but he does look like the typical nerd, its quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i start the economics unit tomorrow, and ive actually got a little bit of hope in this unit because i did econs for two years! so i can say im pretty confident. so anyways, my exchange programme application is offically done. and im handing it in tomorrow. IF im being honest, yesssss, i do have low hope that it will come back to me approved only because i didnt meet the requirement of "2 transcripts" that NTU asked for. and I wont have two transcripts until the end of year so, its a tough one whether they will let me through or not. cos i would have two transcripts before i go, but i just dont have it now, dont know if it makes a difference but something did cheer me up today, went to meet my management lecturer to get the remaining forms signed and she said that I was actually top 10% of the management cohord! apparently quite alot failed the unit or just scrapped through, so im pretttty proud! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the girls last night (shauna,becky,jaymie). we went to bar 120 and here i am thinking that its a pub and we're gonna grab few drinks or something. i get there, and guess what ? its a fucking club ! well done babes, thanks for telling me. but it was a good time with just the girls, the music was good. but the band was so annoying at certain points! saw vicky, all 4 of us got a shock (cos she didnt get invited to becky's 18th birthday, cos becky didnt reallly fancy the thought of her being there). so then she hugged us all and said that she missed us, and of course after that she said "you fucking bitches." (in a joking way though) but we just made something up quickly - no no babes, it was a really last minute thing, and we didnt plan anything at all. then i realised, shit, the pictures are on facebook and it was clear that everyone else had an invitation, fuckkkkkkkkkk....oh well, cry me a river! (oh and for once, we were out, and we didnt have a camera! wtff man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYSSSSSSSS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about all. did everything i possibly could for the student exchange application. went through thick and fucking thin to get shit signed and settled. ill definately be pissed/disappointed/upset/fucking screaming if it gets disapproved. (SO BABY, YOU MIGHT HAVE A CRAZY GF COMING YOUR WAY.....BEWARE!) no seriously, i would be pissed. but what to do right ? i might be able to try applying for second semester next year instead ? at least it would still be happening but further away then planned ? but, we'll just do things step by step and hope everything goes well. in a mean time, im gonna suffer with law,industrial relations and econs. motherfucker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-3177050316860291643?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3177050316860291643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3177050316860291643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3177050316860291643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/law.html' title='LAW!'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-8265212598902203403</id><published>2009-07-28T20:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:30:29.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Beginssssss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so uni started yesterday. started the semester off with a very very utterly boring 3 hour seminar which im gonna have to go for every monday morning from 830 - 1130 by the way! thats not really the best thing in the world. but anyways, ill deal with it. then headed to my "industrial relations in australia" lecture, which was sooo boring. she was soo monotonous. so i left after 20 minutes of that. and then i decided to skip my first tutorial of the semester as well! HORRIBLE RIGHT ? i know. i got law tomorrow, i dont think im gonna skip any of that if not i'll be drowning myself in unknown jargon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so it was becky's birthday party on saturday. I headed to her place for pre-drinks after having dinner at my good friend tyler's place. Pre-drinks was enough to get us and the birthday girl tipsy. But i can say that i controlled my alco level pretty well. Wasnt tipsy or anything. Okay, maybe a little tipsy but, it was good. the night was fantastic and that little blondie turned 18! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363481837450511314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7qUHB_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/NDNkg1gknTs/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta, Rachel, Bec, Myself &amp;amp; Shauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363482088960118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7qiv-jTgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/84KMOIZjF4Y/s320/group+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363482413042735970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7q1nR3m2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Uccu802PgO4/s320/me+and+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363482831981921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7rN_8wQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bE-BqLXeSIk/s320/h+and+tim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harry &amp;amp; Tim &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363486415658626194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7uemL3LJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zcxh_v4s9Os/s320/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alcoholic much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh! and my poor little sunshine is getting the rest of his tattoo done, suffering in pain! hung up on me a few times cos instead of taking his mind of things, i was describing what i think the pain is like in DETAIL. he got fed up and said ure not helping and hung up! speak of the devil, look whose calling. Bloody idiot. just called to say "You gotta stop doing that know, I already got my mind off the pain and talking to the artist about bikes and all, then when you called thought can talk about something happening or what ? Instead you just say "wow the needle sounds like it hurts like hell" hahahahaha. well it does what, so i was just speaking my mind! fools like him wanna get tattoos but dont wanna face the pain!! sickoo. Anyways, hopefully after this session there wont be ANYMORE SESSIONS! or either his mom or his grandmother will kick his ass to indonesia and back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start my law unit tomorrow, wish me luck! (im so gonna die) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-8265212598902203403?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8265212598902203403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/uni-beginssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8265212598902203403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8265212598902203403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/uni-beginssssss.html' title='Uni Beginssssss.'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sm7qUHB_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/NDNkg1gknTs/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-8466085637892441549</id><published>2009-07-25T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:18:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.</title><content type='html'>did shit all today. woke up at like 4. went to work at 530. got off at 9. went to veron's place till about 1030, met jeevan at 11. had a couple of drinks, a couple of laughs. got home at 1. while waiting for dp, was talking to kyle about the funniest and most random things. then dp reached home at about 330. came online with the weirdest attitude, spoke for awhile. ended up fighting and i got the blame for it. but whatever. not in the mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkkkkkk it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-8466085637892441549?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8466085637892441549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8466085637892441549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8466085637892441549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf.html' title='wtf.'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-4205364572483553987</id><published>2009-07-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:14:01.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Faced World</title><content type='html'>fucking too many two faced people live in this world man, i fucking swear. ive just found out that what was said to me 6 months ago wasnt sincere. the best part was, this idiot had been liasing with both parties, and she was talking to me like as if she understood exactly where i was coming from and saying that dont worry, guys wont understand, give him time. but the best part was that she was freaking telling him that i was materialistic and just immature. two faced or what balls? it took me 6 months to find out, sadly. but hey, i guess thats life. lesson to learn : dont pour your heart out to someone that you dont know very well even though they seem to be the nicest person and very understanding person to your situation, cos you never know what the fuck is going on behind closed doors! asssssshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-4205364572483553987?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4205364572483553987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-faced-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/4205364572483553987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/4205364572483553987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-faced-world.html' title='Two Faced World'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-3789603517559349031</id><published>2009-07-20T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:52:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blooded Prince</title><content type='html'>Was so looking forward to the movie but it was one freaking slowwwwwwwwwwww movie. OH MY GOD. I never thought I'd get bored in a Harry Potter movie, and in this one, I did. Maybe for like 30 seconds or so. Not much action as well. And poor dumbledore dies cos Snape's a freaking bastard. And Malfoy, you're a wanker. Weasley's so buff now! Thats all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360214068743738322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmNOS7-Fk9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qVPngJazx8E/s320/harry+potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Better luck next time Yates!&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/1140594884196417379-3789603517559349031?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3789603517559349031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blooded-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3789603517559349031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3789603517559349031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blooded-prince.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Half Blooded Prince'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmNOS7-Fk9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qVPngJazx8E/s72-c/harry+potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-2262550060641321882</id><published>2009-07-19T04:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:19:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ Family Tribute Gathering</title><content type='html'>My aunty planned an MJ tribute party. Eurasians always find reasons to have "parties" just to have fun and drink. typical. So anyways, the theme being Michael Jackson basically meant that people had to dress somewhat like the wonderful king of pop. I had the full WHITE make-up thing going, and it looked so bloody horrible, but it was good fun. My cousin Justin had some white make-up on and he ended up looking like MJ when he was already dead. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359901625674923730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIyIW1kftI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9_AC3SWQjDM/s320/000_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359906600867678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmI2p839SAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-8kcyNa9KM4/s320/000_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359902203750446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIyqAVg9eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/icRHvYeJVFA/s320/000_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats Little Justin Up There! (MJ post-death right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359902548640262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIy-FJp59I/AAAAAAAAAFc/LbZy-Sb2T2E/s320/000_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Two Sisters (Mom &amp;amp; Aunty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359902888376240578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIzR2xBicI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SPAzomTZAQU/s320/000_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359903581446802386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIz6Mp7C9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mGGnub8bCbo/s320/P1000288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyways, that was my night! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359904294548888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmI0jtKtWfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eORUS4wjIp0/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P King of Pop (1958-2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-2262550060641321882?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2262550060641321882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-family-tribute-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/2262550060641321882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/2262550060641321882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-family-tribute-gathering.html' title='MJ Family Tribute Gathering'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SmIyIW1kftI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9_AC3SWQjDM/s72-c/000_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-7554790676629277373</id><published>2009-07-17T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:17:47.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Home Most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im missing home like crazy tonight&lt;/strong&gt;. Their all at kyle's birthday chalet, and by just hearing the noise in the background on the phone is enough to kill me. I cant believe im missing his big birthday! The most important birthday, in my opinion. But anyways, I cant do much. If only my dad was there, I would be there. :( but because mom is too scared to let me have the house to myself because "it only takes a few minutes to make a mistake", thats why im not there. So obvious that shes referring to sex, but whatever. But I sure hope my bestfriend is having a great time with everyone else, and I know he is. All they need is good music, cigarettes, alcohol and the best company, their good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had work today. And as usual, fridays at the pizza shop is equivalent to Iraq in the middle of a war. Its completely hectic, and there is bound to be a fight between two idiotic staff members. But then again, the manager is a freak show. He's so weird. His name is Sayed. This is when I found out he was freaky. It was his first day at the shop as manager, and I was washing up all the dishes and stuff like that, and he stands right beside the sink staring at me washing dishes. IM NOT KIDDING. for a good 15 minutes. Wouldnt you be freaked out ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways, he's known to be the manager that fucks up by giving out the wrong orders to the wrong customers and all that kinda bullshit and blames it on whoever is on the bench making pizzas! Brad (my boss) knows it as well. SO anyways, I became lazy to work at about 830 and the boss said two people can get off work, so I wonderfully volunteered myself. Fucking sayed had to say, "no, cat should stay on till close." I was like "haha, no buddy, you gotta be dreaming." Staying till close means I finish at 12, which i dont mind, but it also means I gotta clean the shop with HIM and the driver ? I rather not, thank you very much! He irritates me so fucking much! I swear. He thinks his jokes are funny at times as well. He tries to jokingly disturb me but its just not funny! Perfect example, he was telling the driver (and I was standing right by their side) "I think tonight shouldnt be too hectic cos cat's back at work. Aye cat ?" And I looked at the driver, we both gave each other weird looks, then we continued doing whatever we were doing! Hes so retarded. Ive made it obvious that I dont fancy him as a manager. So anyways, fuck the manager. I work next tuesday, which is alright cos, I made $112 bucks this week for 8 hours of work, which is pretty alright. That can last me till Tuesday, and I work 3 days next week. so should be alright! (: Anyways, thats all folks, im gonna have a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-7554790676629277373?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7554790676629277373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-home-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7554790676629277373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/7554790676629277373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-home-most.html' title='Missing Home Most.'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-2096484220951212298</id><published>2009-07-17T04:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:16:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Kylie!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, today is the birthday of my dear darling bestfriend Kyle Bradley Oliveiro. The boy is turning 21, sooo old. He was so completely smashed last night, and the sad part is, thats only the beginning. Hes got his little party tonight as well. I wouldnt wanna know whats gonna happen there. So anyways, this post is a BIG TRIBUTE/WISH TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Darl !!!!!!!! Love you to bits and fucking pieces man.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359166372814300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sl-VbAfQpeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uK_O4s4Bfpw/s320/P1051391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways, I came up with the best plan today for my brother's dinner entrance. The idea was that the flower girls and the paige boy wear their normal dress and suits. The bride and groom (Cliff and Stace) wear their normal whatever their wearing. But the bridesmaid (which is me, thank god they know how to choose) and the best man paul will dress in suits. AND THATS INCLUDING ME with fedora hats! FULL MJ STYLE. come in with some MJ remix with all his "dancable" hits. so since he wanted the whole entourage to dance into the ballroom, the best man and I can do some MJ moves. seriously man, can anyone say thats a bad idea? NOPE. not even dp. ALL HE SAID WAS, after the wedding come to my house and rehearse! which to be honest, doesnt even make any bloody sense but hey, hes good at that. NOT MAKING SENSE. anyways, im talking to this fella at the moment while he plays his PS3. irritating. the next time i go back to SG, while hes sleeping, IM GONNA TAKE THAT THING AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW. (only after ive had my fair share of playing guitar hero and "serving him")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all for todayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;much love, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-2096484220951212298?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2096484220951212298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-21st-birthday-kylie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/2096484220951212298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/2096484220951212298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-21st-birthday-kylie.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Kylie!!!!'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sl-VbAfQpeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uK_O4s4Bfpw/s72-c/P1051391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-3706472643007328135</id><published>2009-07-15T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:01:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thee Funniest Thing</title><content type='html'>the most stupidest yet funniest thing happened just now. called the boyfriend and when he answered the phone, his mom was on the line too. cos he was asking her to pay a bike fine for him but before she hung up, she said "eh, tell me faster, the price of the ticket is going up!" and dp just goes ahhhh ok ok ok ok ya ya ya ya and she hangs up. so being the curious potato that i am, i asked him wth was that about ? what prices ? what ticket ? so this bloody smarty pants came up with the world's lamest cover up story after some persuasion that i knew something was going on. his story was, I WANTED TO BUY YOU A PAIR OF &lt;em&gt;D&amp;amp;G SUNGLASSES&lt;/em&gt; for your birthday and mom has a discount voucher and all she was saying was that the prices are going up. and here i am thinking, how &lt;strong&gt;dumb&lt;/strong&gt; do you think i am ? D&amp;amp;G SUNGLASSES prices dont go up everyday or even every week. if you say the price is going up each month, MAYBE ill fall for thatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i told him he was the worst liar in the history of mankind, and then he came up with a second cover up story. he said that he hadnt told his mom that my planned trip to singapore this week had been cancelled. so, thats what she was talking about.....i knew that was another lie, cos he was gonna buy the ticket himself if i did manage to go back! after some digging and pushing and threatening, he said that he was planning to suprise me on my birthday, basically turn up at my doorstep on the 2nd of October and say suprise! hahahaha. poor boy! now his suprise has gone down the drain, and he had been planning it for weeks! i felt so sorry for him but at the same time it was the funniest thing ever. the worse way to find out his plans, through his mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him ill just pretend i didnt hear anything and ill act suprised on my birthday, and he goes, AH WHATEVER LAH YOU. hahaha. hes so agitated. poor dipsy! anyways, i just told him to alter the plans and continue with the suprise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358638140604019762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sl20_2KP9DI/AAAAAAAAADM/NIW09uksVOY/s320/P7080517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can bet you his face is exactly like that now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so anyways, the whole jim bang is gonna head out tonight for kyle's pre-21st birthday bash. I pity that poor boy's soul, cos hes gonna get so smashed even though hes thoroughly planned not to. but, thats standard i guess. the worse part is, he gets sick easily, and if he gets sick tomorrow, he'll be sick on his actual birthday. BUT I SWEAR, if i get a call saying that my bestfriend is on the way to hospital in the middle of the night on the 17th, love aside, im gonna kick your ass baby, cos i know its gonna be &lt;strong&gt;your fault&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! it always is !!!! you kill people's livers!!!! you get paid to do such things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;much love, me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-3706472643007328135?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3706472643007328135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/funniest-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3706472643007328135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/3706472643007328135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/funniest-thing.html' title='Thee Funniest Thing'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sl20_2KP9DI/AAAAAAAAADM/NIW09uksVOY/s72-c/P7080517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-3368177702433996087</id><published>2009-07-15T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:22:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Ass Of A Day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>right, today was one crazy bloody day. was nicely sleeping in bed, until my hysterical mother ran into my room cos she suspected that i still smoke. and all she had to do was tilt to the side and see my pack of ciggs lying right on top of my bag flashing its name "Marlboro"...and that was it, she was crying hysterically and all that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as dramatic as it sounds, it kinda quietened down a little later on, and we were talking seriously. but i was too tired to even listen or let everything out so i just let her talk and when she was done, i went straight back to bed. bloody hell, slept till 3! things are alright now,but still that tiny bit of tension, but whatever, it'll fade off. she said she wants to tell my brother that i smoke (i suspect so that he'll screw me up and tell me to quit, but honestly, how hypocritical if hes a smoker himself ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, besides that, i waited for my very own bartender to get home from work which was at 3 i think ? kyle being the pussy that he is was on a 3 way conference with us because they had been talking about ghosts and pons prior to that!!! bloody fools. believe it or not, my wonderful bestfriend had to put both me and dp on loudspeaker while he had a shower!!! until he was completely done and in his room, he would not let us hang up, cos he was shitt scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-3368177702433996087?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-8992219848749785794</id><published>2009-07-13T21:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:37:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Moments Captured</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely babies that made my holiday memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls7kF3LMNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/looHKrtuVAs/s1600-h/P7030266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941672922263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls7kF3LMNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/looHKrtuVAs/s320/P7030266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves it when i do the crazy frog noise, right bing ?? it never gets old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942089532770546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls78V23CPI/AAAAAAAAABE/mMmzt2nWfv0/s320/P7030267.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965301333161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SltRDcjU95I/AAAAAAAAACU/C6MA9YxDXKw/s320/P7010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357943566336096034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls9STYNdyI/AAAAAAAAABU/5yD8txX5whE/s320/P7010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942709332175522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls8gayjaqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Drlui_7vn1k/s320/P7030278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357964261342556034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SltQG6SPr4I/AAAAAAAAACE/GBBGU9VbgX4/s320/P7010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944918391900562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls-hALbyZI/AAAAAAAAABc/kvWrygRP8sk/s320/P7010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945385005999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls-8Kc55lI/AAAAAAAAABk/hRz4WyRv_Ug/s320/the+three.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357964705266180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SltQgwB4oBI/AAAAAAAAACM/HYwysQpl8K4/s320/P7010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945918651392434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls_bOb4YbI/AAAAAAAAABs/mvYQrc2w21w/s320/P7010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946398030938210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls_3IQ3wGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bhKkUgNC7Wo/s320/P7010153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357948034793700626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/SltBWZrhfRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GBd9oiAuLVk/s320/P7010244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another 390 photos, dont hesitate to go on fb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you babies (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140594884196417379-8992219848749785794?l=dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8992219848749785794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorable-captured-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8992219848749785794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140594884196417379/posts/default/8992219848749785794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticonfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorable-captured-moments.html' title='Memorable Moments Captured'/><author><name>Drama Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577717815033655269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls7kF3LMNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/looHKrtuVAs/s72-c/P7030266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140594884196417379.post-3356717475527239506</id><published>2009-07-13T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:32:12.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Right, so tasha managed to convince me to get a blog to vent. Only thing is, i dont know what the hell im doing. She helped me half way and disappeared! Shes left my "blog" looking like its been created by a soul that just managed to escape from IMH. Cows like her, dont they just deserve a punch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I think this blog thing is gonna help me get through some of the worlds most outrageous moments and also blurt&amp;amp;bitch about incomprehensive fags. Especially when the man is busy killing people's livers, entertaining sky high customers and not to mention cursing at his colleagues every time they approach his bar with an order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357934147264985970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY3e4KGG3q0/Sls0uCmqO3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NkYxbrILCnY/s320/P7020257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I did get my results. And I did pull off a miracle ladies and gentlemen! Leaving everything to the night before, Catherine managed to pull off 3 distinctions and a credit. *Applause* (I knew there was a God somewhere.) My parentals, on the other hand, didnt seem like they were pleased. but who cares? they didnt know i left it to the last minute. PFFT. so yes, im proud. 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