<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 06:17:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Liplockers</title><description></description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-8622223797697008899</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-22T23:15:29.785+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>HELLO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-8622223797697008899?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-3822096899123489079</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-19T23:38:12.421+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;It's Not Your Fault - New Found Glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like slacking my life away, someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like Oh O-levels over yay lets celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;I love chalets except that I’ll look like an idiotic zombie when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Church service was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O’s just leave me alone, pretty please. I’m so unprepared maybe I’ll pee in my pants on 28th. Imagine the embarrassment, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a relapse again. I’ll die for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I’ll probably sleep for 2468 hours so don’t bother waking me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-3822096899123489079?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-not-your-fault-new-found-glory-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-8202448955230418420</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-13T18:57:52.963+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063994052808888706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RkbrwsZdUYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IC3-RZlDvtQ/s400/45.gif" border="0" /&gt;Dear Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You suck, hahaha. Okay, I just want to get over the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need retail therapy, pleasepleaseplease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Smiley donuts. Hurray I'm so deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no, I'm not studying again. Please chase me away when you see me online thanks. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate Monday blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6991874724688312399-8202448955230418420?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-life-you-suck-hahaha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RkbrwsZdUYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IC3-RZlDvtQ/s72-c/45.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-3688182112443744004</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-06T16:12:45.034+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett - Way Back Into Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2MuMZdUTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Btz57E3yaQ/s1600-h/1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061356281464181042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2MuMZdUTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Btz57E3yaQ/s320/1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I've been secretly blogging in my LJ. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add me or something, man I sound desperate, HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's public now, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't neglect liplockers, hah yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Byebyebyebyebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-3688182112443744004?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/hugh-grant-and-haley-bennett-way-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2MuMZdUTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Btz57E3yaQ/s72-c/1515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-6555404933009474506</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-06T16:18:32.773+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I won’t be strong enough to take the second blow,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2PGcZdUVI/AAAAAAAAAec/KBhYOWH-bVs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061358897099264338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2PGcZdUVI/AAAAAAAAAec/KBhYOWH-bVs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all this time, you're still with me it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow you remain, locked so deep inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjnhkcZdUPI/AAAAAAAAAds/QxuTAbgelAc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323672541974770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjnhkcZdUPI/AAAAAAAAAds/QxuTAbgelAc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at my brother’s pm, hahaha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it’s quite stupid to add him on my list when I can talk to him at home right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelim orals are finally over! The Chinese oral was rather sickening.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I don’t want to start an I-hate-Chinese (language) campaign, really.&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly, whyyyyyyy it's just Chinese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, I feel so sad. Ok bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/I edited the picture because I feel like it, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-6555404933009474506?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wont-be-strong-enough-to-take-second.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rj2PGcZdUVI/AAAAAAAAAec/KBhYOWH-bVs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-7107606504136693771</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-02T17:18:12.775+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight - FM Static&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjhFxsZdUMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mn-4_HneFn8/s1600-h/=(.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059870901384597698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjhFxsZdUMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mn-4_HneFn8/s320/%3D(.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never thought not having you here now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every night I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m feeling so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;:’,(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:’((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;yyyyyyyyyyy, ywwwwwwwww :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anything elseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :’(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I should have chickened out all the way, whyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;much like a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-7107606504136693771?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/tonight-fm-static-never-thought-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjhFxsZdUMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mn-4_HneFn8/s72-c/%3D(.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-3774500592221025893</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-01T20:33:57.386+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love it when you call - The feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rB4W-7Fs_Zg" width="212" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me, I used to be the best time buddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you couldn't wait to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But getting old, it takes its toll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hearts getting broken lead to people growing cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rawr &gt;:’[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toooooothache sucks. I think I’m going to be boh-gay soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't even Karaoke properly, hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost it once I’ll lose it twice, it’s just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this cyclical phenomenon. I hate to say this, but I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-3774500592221025893?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-2195102706653604904</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-01T01:20:03.476+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why’d you have to be so cute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's impossible to ignore you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjYfGsZdULI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yBX2fn5Y7Vo/s1600-h/rocking%20chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059265431254945970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjYfGsZdULI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yBX2fn5Y7Vo/s320/rocking%2520chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one to hear my all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So from 6.15pm until almost 11:45pm today, I was hanging out with some of the best people on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Merahans against Singapore Orchids: 5-1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I dying? I’m suffering from toothache, headache, stomachache, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to stop being paranoid and just go on with life until I decide to get my ass to a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjYZdsZdUKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ExOK1Gj9iGM/s1600-h/23th5yb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059259229322170530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjYZdsZdUKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ExOK1Gj9iGM/s320/23th5yb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. So drained, I think some sleep is in order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-2195102706653604904?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/05/whyd-you-have-to-be-so-cute-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjYfGsZdULI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yBX2fn5Y7Vo/s72-c/rocking%2520chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-5172459431834134312</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-29T20:03:08.670+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Have my efforts been in vain with pen and paper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like some kind of photo marathon, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here just to say that I did nothing productive today, it sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjSJB8ZdUJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6u_JnPUBy_0/s1600-h/bgdc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058818947929690258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjSJB8ZdUJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6u_JnPUBy_0/s320/bgdc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-entertainment, my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, I don’t like it. Not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;Egotist says bye, hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-5172459431834134312?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-my-efforts-been-in-vain-with-pen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjSJB8ZdUJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6u_JnPUBy_0/s72-c/bgdc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-8191387904608472515</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-29T00:04:20.952+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay lied, there’s no such person that would Fix You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me I’m a freak, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjNtxsZdUHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bqATNcISv1I/s1600-h/piano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058507506966155378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjNtxsZdUHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bqATNcISv1I/s320/piano.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who goes bonkers because of piano overdose? Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjNuGMZdUII/AAAAAAAAAc0/EW6ZEcHTuX0/s1600-h/Multi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058507859153473666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjNuGMZdUII/AAAAAAAAAc0/EW6ZEcHTuX0/s320/Multi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sucker for ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was deemed as a breather from the living hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, another 31 hours to school. I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my head's spinning like shit so bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-8191387904608472515?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/coldplay-lied-theres-no-such-person.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjNtxsZdUHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bqATNcISv1I/s72-c/piano.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-2399363210073540124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T21:51:35.946+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Unbreak My Heart - Toni Braxton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is so cruel without you here beside me, unbreak my heart say you love me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is trying to piss the fuck out of me, goodness knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so irritated that you actually well up tears of anger/disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;Oh good lord, this is insane. "If only looks could kill, you would have died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjH8JsZdUFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qaBPIVAuxjU/s1600-h/tc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058101099980738642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjH8JsZdUFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qaBPIVAuxjU/s320/tc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we buried our stuff in the time capsule, I can smell graduation already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjH958ZdUGI/AAAAAAAAAck/jm38C72TEZ0/s1600-h/candid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058103028421054562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjH958ZdUGI/AAAAAAAAAck/jm38C72TEZ0/s320/candid.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, candid photos, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think you’re old enough to handle your own life. Sometimes I wonder if someone ate up your guts. Fear it’s not an excuse. Spare a thought for your friends’ feelings &amp; no I’m not referring to me, I doubt I’ll have such good life. I made my point abundantly clear so henceforth, I won’t exist in your life and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Enough is enough,” screams the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the beast now has a heart cold as fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-2399363210073540124?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/unbreak-my-heart-toni-braxton-life-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RjH8JsZdUFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qaBPIVAuxjU/s72-c/tc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-3841063034844081903</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:47:49.504+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Even Saints shook their head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tally for the match against RJC: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s 23:40 &amp; I’m still here wasting my life away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri93q8ZdUEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qoJ3hZMwLbw/s1600-h/247205414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057392486211473474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri93q8ZdUEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qoJ3hZMwLbw/s320/247205414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Behold earthlings! Don’t ever bully my partner for I am here to defend her, muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I bet tomorrow will suck, byebyebyebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I thought I've paid enough. Guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-3841063034844081903?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/even-saints-shook-their-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri93q8ZdUEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/qoJ3hZMwLbw/s72-c/247205414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-8653432888257370934</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:40:07.191+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;This Moment – Melissa Etheridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, how could Julie Cypher ever bear to leave Melissa Etheridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m one grouchy lady today, everything’s making me feel so, angst-ridden.&lt;br /&gt;"Caution: Clichés Ahead!" because the L word mania is back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri3xd4a0s9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/q3V43Jc3EeI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri3zDYa0s-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IKcYrUsZmdg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri33pYa0tBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IVFNQG1OxKk/s1600-h/Jenny.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056970246908589074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri33pYa0tBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IVFNQG1OxKk/s320/Jenny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina and Jenny look so cute together &amp;amp; they almost had a threesome with Claude(!)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Schecter/Mia Kirshner is smoking hot &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, she looks so charismatic! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri3xVYa0s8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/g1Q6dg0IW24/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri30eIa0s_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/B9vRIe9qmw4/s1600-h/curvex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056966755100177394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri30eIa0s_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/B9vRIe9qmw4/s320/curvex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bite someone but there’s no one on hand, yeah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-8653432888257370934?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-moment-melissa-etheridge-tell-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Ri33pYa0tBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IVFNQG1OxKk/s72-c/Jenny.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-6440025494491708558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:40:48.846+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not A Day Goes By - Lonestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dopas4XLsY0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days&lt;br /&gt;Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by that I don't think of you&lt;br /&gt;After all this time you're still with me it's true&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you remain locked so deep inside.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you try to irritate me now, you deserve a smack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not feeling that great now, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-6440025494491708558?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-day-goes-by_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-8853999704670276341</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:41:11.390+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;If you tell me yours I'll tell you mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we will clean the cobwebs out of one another’s minds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day went relatively well, Sheryl’s mom is totally generous.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the mass of coins she donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RioioYa0s5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/qnZSzXVRGAw/s1600-h/Mooney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055891608821871506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RioioYa0s5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/qnZSzXVRGAw/s400/Mooney.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sparkly, ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Please stop drooling, it’s already in the Hospital’s pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RioicIa0s4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/jvTts9g-TUg/s1600-h/jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055891398368473986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RioicIa0s4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/jvTts9g-TUg/s320/jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have left buddy on the street but too bad our souls are bonded together, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So we caught 200 pounds beauty then went to have steamboat + 101 fun mongmongs HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stop laughing, I could just die of over-excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went by so fast, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-8853999704670276341?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-you-tell-me-yours-ill-tell-you-mine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RioioYa0s5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/qnZSzXVRGAw/s72-c/Mooney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-3045330244084480862</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:41:27.896+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Santa Monica - Savage Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather good, not as appalling as I imagined it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the team so much, I think I’ll just die of seclusion after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RijQ64a0sxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FTdyFOU2h88/s1600-h/team(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055520291719262994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RijQ64a0sxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FTdyFOU2h88/s320/team(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Division 2007, so unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RijWUIa0syI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DGuRSPQSz2M/s1600-h/466155777_85cfa40a3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055526223069098786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RijWUIa0syI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DGuRSPQSz2M/s320/466155777_85cfa40a3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look pretty much like a freak in photos, hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Buddies outing tomorrow, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Till then, yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-3045330244084480862?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/santa-monica-savage-garden-today-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RijQ64a0sxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FTdyFOU2h88/s72-c/team(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-121656863088914003</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:41:42.132+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your Sir if you promise to be my Miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended my day with a loud sulk, feeling so mope-y.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t actually think I would take it this hard but Little Miss Bias is taking this a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Jack in the Box and she’s winding it too much, soon I’ll pop out with a punch across her face.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I’m no pushover, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t figure it out, tomorrow’s the finals and everyone’s feeling so keyed up.&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, crabby still, being all pessimistic about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need some emotional management, but this is the lowest I've felt in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll feel better after tomorrow, I can feel it coming.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day I’ll touch my stick. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-121656863088914003?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-be-your-sir-if-you-promise-to-be-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-473817216768578201</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:41:58.538+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;You're so much braver than I gave you credit for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not lip service.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Morrison Higgins/Missy Higgins has a notably sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, feast your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiIHO6SoW1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/yt5PL1UkgYI/s1600-h/Mh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053609684610079570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiIHO6SoW1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/yt5PL1UkgYI/s320/Mh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pictures better in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Sunday and I’ve got nothing else better to do, other than spinning on this chair.&lt;br /&gt;But hooray because I’ve found my songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiIG86SoW0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KJguu-GPNdw/s1600-h/5687.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053609375372434242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiIG86SoW0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KJguu-GPNdw/s320/5687.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, highly dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to continue the damned monotony, all by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-473817216768578201?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-so-much-braver-than-i-gave-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiIHO6SoW1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/yt5PL1UkgYI/s72-c/Mh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-6754375866121746607</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:42:12.241+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;You could have died in the car crash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But someone saved you &amp; you won’t know whom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech day was pretty good with donkey’s company; I cannot keep my hands to myself, ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;So I ate three Mr. Beans today, so much for being a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, we went to attack Suntec City. Arcade was never as entertaining as today.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to get Chip n’ Dale but end up with a plastic bag of Mentos and funny bongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiEBhKSoWzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9vI_JZwqflg/s1600-h/14042007931+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053321926096214834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiEBhKSoWzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9vI_JZwqflg/s320/14042007931+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, split the winnings as pledge of budility.&lt;br /&gt;If not for them I would have joined an emo gang and probably be singing emo songs by My Chemical Romance along Singapore River :’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convey thy love to thy buddies, as an arrow to mark, to stick there, not as a ball against the wall, to rebound back to thee. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate chicken and I’m going to dive right onto my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me how sinful is it. Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-6754375866121746607?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-could-have-killed-me-in-car-crash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RiEBhKSoWzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9vI_JZwqflg/s72-c/14042007931+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-9108773611607704314</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:42:31.826+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where you wish,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the water would just turn into vodka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upsetting is the word for school right now, except that I get to bug Krystal constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lately, I feel very much like superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training sucked balls, I think karma’s catching up. I’ve been harassing people and now it’s coming back to haunt me!!&lt;br /&gt;Can I skip Saturday’s? I can’t picture a better way of going about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rh43Z6SoWxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VE_DRXNNKMw/s1600-h/HAHAHAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052536750239931154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rh43Z6SoWxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VE_DRXNNKMw/s320/HAHAHAHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, looks like I’m floating, quite like superman.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop whining. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So good riddance and good luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cause I'll need it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word strong is like a siren in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, says the whiney queen.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rh43Z6SoWxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VE_DRXNNKMw/s1600-h/HAHAHAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-9108773611607704314?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-you-ever-had-one-of-those-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rh43Z6SoWxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VE_DRXNNKMw/s72-c/HAHAHAHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-4101760136815579560</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:43:06.097+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Love It When You Call – The Feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht4kKSoWvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MyyxGLxAG6g/s1600-h/series.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051763969659263730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht4kKSoWvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MyyxGLxAG6g/s200/series.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, the Social Studies test is finally over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired of all these things sitting on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s assembly was so amusing, almost like free entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Rei told Murugan she loves him, Xiaomei, I’m so glad you found your soul mate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA It’s a joke okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think school’s moving pretty much in a slow pace, like it’s never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so exciting! Jareoy totally treats that toy like a King/Queen please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht3d6SoWrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K761x2DFE_M/s1600-h/Jareoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051762762773453490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht3d6SoWrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K761x2DFE_M/s320/Jareoy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free nose digging service by Zoey, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht3saSoWsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CrLUHJC-cxY/s1600-h/c09042007929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051763011881556674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht3saSoWsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CrLUHJC-cxY/s320/c09042007929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Three souls in one body&lt;/s&gt; One soul in three bodies. (Sorry, I was trying to mock buddy, ahha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is my life. At least I started off today with a peek. Unintentionally. Ha, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I shot an elephant in my pants. How he got there I'll never know&lt;/em&gt;.” HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-4101760136815579560?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-it-when-you-call-feeling-yay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rht4kKSoWvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MyyxGLxAG6g/s72-c/series.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-4953280817567268889</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:43:25.990+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Why don't we hit restart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; pause it at our favourite parts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rhh52CNy4DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cqmkmTob5IQ/s1600-h/7854.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050920951310639154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rhh52CNy4DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cqmkmTob5IQ/s400/7854.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Buddy’s as sweet as sweet potato, right? &gt;8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent trainings were quite all right, since the yelping stopped. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Side note: I got benched on Tuesday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tally against Saint Gabriel's B division boys was 7-3.&lt;br /&gt;Although we were beaten, I would say it was a fine match nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requisition for Class T-Shirts was made yesterday, I’m really keyed up, can’t wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;Sauntered around Singapore, it wasn’t that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I found overdue photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rhh5OSNy4BI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R30Smd6BldY/s1600-h/999.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050920268410839058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rhh5OSNy4BI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R30Smd6BldY/s400/999.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingestion is a killer when I force myself to.&lt;br /&gt;That's all there's fit to write. So I shall become a recluse from blogging world again. Buenas tardes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-4953280817567268889?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-it-goes-again-ok-go-8-recent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rhh52CNy4DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cqmkmTob5IQ/s72-c/7854.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-2141409066057785098</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-05T23:29:25.029+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's killing me slowly, day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I can’t believe I’m still struggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-2141409066057785098?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-killing-me-slowly-day-by-day-i-cant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-7250457900778621212</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:43:40.401+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;We Are Pilots – Shiny Toy Guns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I had my fair share of excitement today!&lt;br /&gt;First, it was Mister Cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should have seen their priceless expression, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDUhnspXCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NXiojKyLOWc/s1600-h/coco.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDXlHspXFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wmfTnrv2bhg/s1600-h/coco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048772215003765842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDXlHspXFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wmfTnrv2bhg/s400/coco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, sorry I think this is called self-obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDUz3spXDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M1tjs52tdG4/s1600-h/02042007861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048769169871952946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDUz3spXDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M1tjs52tdG4/s200/02042007861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDZOXspXHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-VirEHMxZEo/s1600-h/02042007880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048774023184997490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDZOXspXHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-VirEHMxZEo/s200/02042007880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDU_3spXEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yxOQWVxXLQc/s1600-h/02042007880.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the nail is way obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDUY3spXBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3eZiUi29bp4/s1600-h/2353535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048768706015484946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDUY3spXBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3eZiUi29bp4/s320/2353535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA the cliché chewing gum scam &amp;amp; they actually fell for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve been fooling people since yesterday, karma karma.&lt;br /&gt;I bet they’ll try to kill me on 2008’s April Foolz day. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDYBXspXGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jm0zhWc_I2k/s1600-h/Johnny+Bravo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048772700335070306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDYBXspXGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jm0zhWc_I2k/s200/Johnny+Bravo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHA, BYEBYEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991874724688312399-7250457900778621212?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-are-pilots-shiny-toy-guns-hahahaha-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/RhDXlHspXFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wmfTnrv2bhg/s72-c/coco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991874724688312399.post-4595481249024407877</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 11:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T17:44:15.123+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;The Great Escape – Boys Like Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that I went to church yesterday, it was da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;After service we took a bus &amp; waved at strangers.&lt;br /&gt;So, maids, Ah Sengs Cheekopekz, Ah Mas all -&gt; O_O, HEHE, so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UlHspW-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/myNWQC0YA7Y/s1600-h/Lou006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048417072747994082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UlHspW-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/myNWQC0YA7Y/s320/Lou006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UvnspW_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/PAqc3fSdndI/s1600-h/31032007643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048417253136620530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UvnspW_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/PAqc3fSdndI/s320/31032007643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-TxXspW7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/x8Yn8ZjLC0g/s1600-h/124578193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048416183689763762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-TxXspW7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/x8Yn8ZjLC0g/s320/124578193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UcHspW9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hAUS6V-i9rk/s1600-h/Copy+of+31032007644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048416918129171410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UcHspW9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hAUS6V-i9rk/s320/Copy+of+31032007644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UcHspW9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hAUS6V-i9rk/s1600-h/Copy+of+31032007644.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy Cane was trying to be taller than meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-U5HspXAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fa2ReM22WF0/s1600-h/Lou002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048417416345377794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-U5HspXAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fa2ReM22WF0/s320/Lou002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6991874724688312399-4595481249024407877?l=liplockers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liplockers.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-escape-boys-like-girls-oo-hehe-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JOLENE)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFjOiBvzBt0/Rg-UlHspW-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/myNWQC0YA7Y/s72-c/Lou006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>