<?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-5597382</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:28.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111070587953120826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111070587953120826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-have-moved-to-livejournal-click.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-111062458349449482</id><published>2005-03-12T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:49:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we will be moving soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062458349449482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062458349449482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-will-be-moving-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-111062449470404133</id><published>2005-03-12T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:48:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have hardly been outside my room in days,Cos I don't feel that I deserve the sunshines rays.The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,And it was then I realised the conscience never fades.When you're young you have this image of your life,That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.And you make boundaries you never dream to cross,And if you happen to, you wake completely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062449470404133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062449470404133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-hardly-been-outside-my-room-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-111062419810254017</id><published>2005-03-12T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:43:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have hardly been outside my room in days,Cos I don't feel that I deserve the sunshines rays.The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,And it was then I realised the conscience never fades.When you're young you have this image of your life,That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.And you make boundaries you never dream to cross,And if you happen to, you wake completely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062419810254017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111062419810254017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-hardly-been-outside-my-room-in_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-111025088077301871</id><published>2005-03-08T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T11:01:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ihatemykeyoardthatca'tspaceortypetheletterafterAortheletterafterM.fuckthisshit!utIlikeMatt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111025088077301871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/111025088077301871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/03/ihatemykeyoardthatcatspaceortypethelet.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110923393090811171</id><published>2005-02-24T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:32:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my last day in singapore tonight...had so much fun....met more people than others...working was so cool...coffee club without the psychoperv shah was great...friends were cool...now i leave with a suitcase bigger than me...and a head full of memories.will post pics soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110923393090811171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110923393090811171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-last-day-in-singapore-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110822667658651902</id><published>2005-02-13T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:44:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. I can drink like a fish.2. I am a shoppaholic.3. I like starting fights with guys in clubs with my girls.4. I love to dance.5. Yours truly is a photo whore.6. I usually like my men like my coffee, Dark and Strong.7. I tend to relate Asian men to William Hung, Thus I get pretty scared.8. I love hanging out with guys more than girls, because well, they really are more fun.9. I smoke , i drink, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110822667658651902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110822667658651902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110787200637433720</id><published>2005-02-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:13:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo.finally got my hands on a com but just for a blogging quickie.in kl now. nuthing muchgot my motorazr v3 babye!yes i am a material girl.happy cny to all u chinks out there...my days spent thinking abt you are days when i regret the things i did and the things i failed to do to youlove love boy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110787200637433720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110787200637433720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/02/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110697937722088901</id><published>2005-01-29T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:16:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my computer is down.no updates.call my handphone losers.i'll update u personally.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110697937722088901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110697937722088901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-computer-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110563666220070186</id><published>2005-01-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:17:42.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Travis and Pharrell.I want to have your babies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110563666220070186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110563666220070186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/travis-and-pharrell.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110548256262785256</id><published>2005-01-12T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T06:29:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the year 2005 I resolve to:Getting knocked up...twice.  Wear my underwear outside my pants.Get no less than 4 speeding tickets.Take pictures in the locker room. Give myself an anal probe.Invent a better pizza.Stop making silly resolutions.Become one with my inner sociopath.Not eat cloned meat. Learn to eat fire.  Get your resolution here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110548256262785256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110548256262785256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-year-2005-i-resolve-togetting.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110547232827881848</id><published>2005-01-12T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T03:38:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>january has certainly been a memorable month.i turned 19had my birthday at cocco lattesurrounded by my fave people...danced the night awaygot piss drunkmade a fool of myselfcrying and hugs, slping then puking at the prata place.the 2 sweetest gay guys buying me a mango mousse from conrad hotelsharing the cake with the cineleisure boysmy best friendthe 4 seasonzmy cousinmy syaza the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110547232827881848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110547232827881848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/january-has-certainly-been-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110529113582073375</id><published>2005-01-10T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:19:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im 19 now.yesterday night at cocco latte was excellent.had fun... so happy that most of my friends could be there...damn those coffee clubberswell i sed what i wanted to say to yall that matter.cant wait to see you at my 20th....thanks for being at cocco latteMe Syaz Jiame and syaza good time girls for lifezed ben and meStreetWear Boys calvin matts philip jay and pamMy fave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110529113582073375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110529113582073375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-19-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110504493999204119</id><published>2005-01-07T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:55:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IcyHot: 9$Roommate: 500$ a monthWooden serving spoon: 4$Small bag of uncut cocaine: 65$Getting coked up while listening to P-Funk and then using the wooden serving spoon to rub IcyHot all over your roommates face and asscrack while he's passed out: Priceless.There are some things money can't buy.For everything else, there's drugs and shenanigans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110504493999204119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110504493999204119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/icyhot-9-roommate-500-month-wooden.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110504343438962859</id><published>2005-01-07T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:30:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello... its almost 430am and im still not asleephave to get up at abt 1 tomorrow to get ready for work at 3.was so happy today.jiali valen and candice came over to wish me happy birthday.. we had dinner together and they gave me my pressie.. i love feeling loved... i love you girls la.. 4 seasonshmmm... got calls from my streetwear boys, matts calvin and my cousin philip from the driving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110504343438962859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110504343438962859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110494658465069683</id><published>2005-01-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:36:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its my birthday!go go go go go go go go go shorty its my birthday im gonna party this coming SATURDAYgonna sip bacardi like its my birthday....so anywaysi got an early birthday present from my boss shah at wisma today...CONJUNCTIVITIS! hahah eh JUSTIN remember how u got the sore eyes?! lolanyway... my birthday party this saturday... hopefully my eyes get better.. or dont get worse by then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110494658465069683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110494658465069683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-my-birthday-go-go-go-go-go-go-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110478798868603189</id><published>2005-01-04T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:06:06.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who could not hear the music." -Fredrich Wilhelm NietzscheLife is ours, we live it our way - MetallicaCrazyBeautifulFreedom is never having to say you're sorryNobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.-Eleanor Roosevelt-We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life. -Tennessee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110478798868603189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110478798868603189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/those-who-were-seen-dancing-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110477792201421512</id><published>2005-01-04T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T02:45:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not very happy with a certain Bisexual person right abt NOW.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110477792201421512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110477792201421512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-very-happy-with-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110468658364519274</id><published>2005-01-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:39:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new year calls for reflections for the past year.well ive made as many new friends as i have lost old.can't say im not hurt but i have to say that im thankfulfor those who've been there for me the whole timei hope yall know who u are.moving into trinity college has also been one of the highlights of the year.no mistakes there.being in singapore ive realised how readapting to the life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110468658364519274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110468658364519274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-calls-for-reflections-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110446942808697843</id><published>2004-12-31T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:03:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe Dee and Ben are right...Maybe I should forget it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110446942808697843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110446942808697843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe-dee-and-ben-are-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110430799900197341</id><published>2004-12-29T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:13:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK ITS SET!!!YOU are INVITED!COME TO COCCO LATTE @ Gallery Hotel8th JAN Between 1045pm-4amfor Pree's AND My Combined Birthday Party Thingy2 Bottles, One for One everything from 12-1amOne for One Jugs at $38 apopEntry includes one free drink as well.ITS GONNA BE OFF THE CHAIN! *or so i hope</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110430799900197341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110430799900197341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok-its-setyou-are-invitedcome-to-cocco.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110426452376505060</id><published>2004-12-29T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T04:08:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one time at Coffee Club Express...this 2 bhai kids from delhi came up to ask for water and shah started talking to them in hindi, step hindi... then they gave him weird looks cos they didnt speak it... then after abt 30 mins... the lil boy came up to me and gave me a one rupee coin... omg... how absolutely cute! these 2 women were waiting for their passion fruit freeze i was blending so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110426452376505060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110426452376505060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-one-time-at-coffee-club-express.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110426007439350364</id><published>2004-12-29T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T04:09:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> people keep saying i look like these three people...maia when i tie u up my hair at work...*hi im maia lee, how may i serve you today?!?lilo whenever...and raven?! that i just dont understandcoming from my brother and mom"yea you look like an asian raven."ok if u insist... i love her anyways. http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" WIDTH="</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110426007439350364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110426007439350364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/people-keep-saying-i-look-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110407779094257220</id><published>2004-12-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:16:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>working at coffee club is fun... just hope i get enough money in time to do what i wanna do...anyways...went to cocco latte for xmas eve witth jiali candice valen ben and zed... fun fundancing on the podium and all... lalala ben and the gay blondie too lol... i love the music there.. its my new fave spot... tho the set up of the upstairs dancefloor is appalling.feez came down to see me today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110407779094257220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110407779094257220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/working-at-coffee-club-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110373459647627988</id><published>2004-12-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:56:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've started working @ coffee club wisma atriaworks fun, tiring but funguys are nice...ok.. the people are niceno famous people yet but ive been getting"where's my drink?!" stares.drink making is dangerous.. ive gotten so many cutsand bruises on my hands...my air force 1's have been ruined...i need a new pair of black pants and new feetses.so far pree and siva have come down...matt and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110373459647627988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110373459647627988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-started-working-coffee-club-wisma.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110373774634400605</id><published>2004-12-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:49:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're better off seperated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110373774634400605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110373774634400605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/were-better-off-seperated.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110348545346024489</id><published>2004-12-20T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T03:47:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a hybrid of:Party GirlProgressive GirlClick on the pictures below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110348545346024489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110348545346024489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-hybrid-of-party-girl-progressive.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110339695189845515</id><published>2004-12-19T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:09:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>best days of my lifeworking at the damn ringo's fun fair with the guyssec 4 , 4 seasonzsec 2 , Rugbying with mariam buayeemurdoch year 12'shaving met jac, elisha, preetDriving the tiburonby the way I'm still in Love with You, Boy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110339695189845515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110339695189845515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-days-of-my-life-working-at-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110322837756511870</id><published>2004-12-17T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T04:19:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a kid, I asked Santa Claus for some toys, and he wrote me a letter: 'I lost the bag. I'll get back to you next year.'Damn you Santa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110322837756511870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110322837756511870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/as-kid-i-asked-santa-claus-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110303616018643389</id><published>2004-12-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:56:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a job!Imma start working this monday at the Coffee Club Express @ Wisma AtriaCome see me... but no free drinks just yetHow awesome. After just one day of job hunting... i got a job there...Now i gotta call ralph lauren and tell them i dont want the job anymore.Irene is gonna kill me lol!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110303616018643389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110303616018643389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-got-job-imma-start-working-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110295554944964579</id><published>2004-12-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:32:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys....ummm can u explain how bondage, eg: shibari bondagecan ever be sexually enticing?i just dont get it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110295554944964579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110295554944964579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110283237059619924</id><published>2004-12-12T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:19:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what kind of idiot types out the wrong reference number to pay her amenities fees online?!!?!?!? stupid shit... lucky it wasnt my uni fees or it would be so bad... what an idiot. the idiot is me. Obviously.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110283237059619924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110283237059619924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-kind-of-idiot-types-out-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110280161928938359</id><published>2004-12-12T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T05:46:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its times like these i miss you the most ben</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110280161928938359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110280161928938359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-times-like-these-i-miss-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110271536496288468</id><published>2004-12-11T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T06:39:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG what could be better than jeniee xiong herself tagging my blog. (check comments link from previous entry)i think ive died and gone to e-heaven. EVERYONE MUST check her out.and btw PETE... You missed an awesome Zoukout this year. Paul Van Dyk, Timmo Mas, Jazzy Jeff and a whole lotta people were there. But oh well I wouldn't know. I was stuck in KL. That's what I heard. Abt 80 more days till</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110271536496288468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110271536496288468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/omfg-what-could-be-better-than-jeniee.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110241057760734501</id><published>2004-12-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:21:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Practice Safe Sex, GO ANAL!Don't Be Silly, Wrap Your Willy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110241057760734501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110241057760734501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/practice-safe-sex-go-anal-dont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110222687080491834</id><published>2004-12-05T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:26:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how nice of Pete to link me to his blogi shal return the favourhis site has been long awaited since hisdisappearance rather long ago.we are both into hedonism andare losers though he might not want to admit it.he is.so check him out.BTW, I have been employed as chief of staff at the: Porn Star UniversityThe Official Home Of The Orgasm, AUSEducating Virgin Dumbasses To Reach Fulfillment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110222687080491834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110222687080491834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-nice-of-pete-to-link-me-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110213583331753942</id><published>2004-12-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:50:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Correct me if I'm wrong ; But blogs are for egomaniacs. My heart belongs to Starbucks And KL mamaks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110213583331753942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110213583331753942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/correct-me-if-im-wrong-but-blogs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110196387633476422</id><published>2004-12-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:04:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God Taufiq won. Tho i dont particular like him, I loathe  Sylyester.So at the end of the day all is well.Sylvester cannot sing, ( Taufiq can't either )He's also a wannabe chinese punkoid.A fuck turd.He can't speak english to save his life.He's ugly and has a horrible hair cut/style whatever.He's just every aspect I hate about some Singaporean chinese guys rolled into one.And please,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110196387633476422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110196387633476422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/12/thank-god-taufiq-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110166224876370810</id><published>2004-11-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T01:17:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You drive me wild, caress my body.Shimmer shimmer with sparkles of sweat.Lick you up and down, taste my lips.Hold me close, wiggle my hips.Heavy breathing, kiss my soul.I want you now...I've lost control.I want you now...I've lost control..... Tila NguyenLet's Pash Please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110166224876370810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110166224876370810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-drive-me-wild-caress-my-body_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110132079696381410</id><published>2004-11-25T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T02:27:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate it when people, usually asians, [from which most of whom are usually Singaporeans]say StuffS WHAT the FUCK is StuffS.the plural for STUFF is STUFFbledy fuck turds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110132079696381410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110132079696381410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-it-when-people-usually-asians.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110127511827385879</id><published>2004-11-24T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:45:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trying to imagine almost 3 mths without him.his magik touch.nup can't do it *mehhh* even gonna miss his dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110127511827385879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110127511827385879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/trying-to-imagine-almost-3-mths.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110106331945574619</id><published>2004-11-22T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T03:13:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>near death encounter when driving in car... i must be more careful next time... almost went off the partition into oncoming traffic... someone up there must really like me alot...thankew God.on a lighter note, i learnt that dj adroc works at Foot Locker... yeah he's the one that sold me my Air Force Ones and he remembered me and asked me abt them as well... ooh.. ma bad... what a cool dj...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110106331945574619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110106331945574619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/near-death-encounter-when-driving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110098986474943959</id><published>2004-11-21T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T03:15:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>driving my tiburon however u spell itdj adroc buying us drinks.. woot!found a hubcap on the road... shiny and pretty... tis mine.now half drunk.have to pack. so no sleep till then.lindys barbeque. visiting ailing sri and faz.intoxication of a certain kind. wanting jeniee xiong and tila nguyen... OMFG! HOT!im wanting a sparkly top from justjeans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110098986474943959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110098986474943959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/driving-my-tiburon-however-u-spell-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110062949289768150</id><published>2004-11-17T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:24:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So hard to say goodbyeMeaning it todayI've said goodbye beforeLeaving you aloneBy the seaSo hard to say goodbyeHello sunshineCome into my life In honestyIt's been a whileSince we had reason left to smileHello sunshineCome into my lifeI'm a mingerYou're a minger tooSo come on mingerI want to ming with youIn honesty it's been a whileSince we had reason left to smileHello sunshine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110062949289768150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110062949289768150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-hard-to-say-goodbye-meaning-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110061938827644105</id><published>2004-11-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:39:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think during the holidays in singapore...ill try to get a job in hmv or empiresomewhere where i can see cute mats... and bald chinese guys with impeccable jaw structure.yup.or maybe i shall work at fourskin.somewhere service-ish, but not to the extent of having to fold clothes every few minutes.yup. ♥This is dedicated to the one I love, Hello Sunshine ♥</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110061938827644105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110061938827644105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-during-holidays-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110053758128378074</id><published>2004-11-16T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:53:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmm Mmmmmright now i feel like a birdcaged without a keyeveryone comes to stare at mewith so much joy and revelrythey don't know how i feel insidethrough my smile i crythey don't know what they're doin to mekeeping me from flyingthat's why i say that i know why the caged bird singsonly joy comes from songshe's so rare and beautiful to otherswhy not just set her freeso she can fly, fly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110053758128378074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110053758128378074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/mmmmmm-mmmmmright-now-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110051037506175364</id><published>2004-11-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:24:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lock all your kids in...get off the roads...cos alicia is coming down your street.i just got my license today yall...finish exams this wednesday then its direct to margeaux varga metros and ruby room...doing pretty ok so far for exams...dont think ill be studying for linguistics..will prolly fail.. dont matter...i can drive my sorrows away.SIF.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110051037506175364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110051037506175364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/lock-all-your-kids-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110041717481853977</id><published>2004-11-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T15:26:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Von Dutch So. Do you have some Von Dutch clothes? Interesting. Because he was a Nazi...perhaps you should think twice before you go out and buy a $50 baseball cap with the fucker's name on it.Yes, Von Dutch was a Nazi. He started pinstriping cars in the late 40’s and influenced all kinds of artists, including Ed “Big Daddy” Roth.Von Dutch was specific about his hate and was, by his own admission</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110041717481853977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110041717481853977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/von-dutch-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110041576949151309</id><published>2004-11-14T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T15:03:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i want for xmas is a naked chefa naked chef a naked chefall i want for xmas is a naked chefto lick dessert off me.Amen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110041576949151309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110041576949151309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-i-want-for-xmas-is-naked-chefa.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-110036839462500072</id><published>2004-11-14T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:34:44.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have learnt.. from experience ... twice...a cute brotha at a shitty party shouldnt stop you from leaving the shitty party...however bad u want to know him... the headache will kill u earlier than the antipication of being able to talk to him will...if a panadol doesnt kill the head ache its a sign u should leave... PRONTOon a lighter note, my lesbian tendencies are coming out...shes a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110036839462500072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/110036839462500072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109998935320113279</id><published>2004-11-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T16:35:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>swear on my manolo blahniks you wont tell a soul...im in &lt;3 with you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109998935320113279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109998935320113279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/swear-on-my-manolo-blahniks-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109993164557604262</id><published>2004-11-09T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T00:36:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 papers down.2 more to go.1 more episode to finale of sex and the city.4 more days to metros.8 days till exams are over.13 days till im back in Singapore.not particularly piddling in my pants abt it.Please joinMYSPACE. Itll make the world a brighter place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109993164557604262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109993164557604262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/2-papers-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109947297440345658</id><published>2004-11-03T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:09:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I refuse to recognise the terms hetero-, bi-, and homo-sexual. Everybody has exactly the same sexual needs. People are just sexual, the prefix is immaterial."-- Morrissey  Colour Me Beautiful.Rainbows aren't just for tagging people who are homo-sexual anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109947297440345658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109947297440345658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-refuse-to-recognise-terms-hetero-bi.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109905118909305343</id><published>2004-10-29T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:03:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Marilyn Monroe!What Classic Pin-Up Are You?brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109905118909305343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109905118909305343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-marilyn-monroe-what-classic-pin.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109904235575719814</id><published>2004-10-29T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:36:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?"Tender KissThe tender kiss is the feeling where you can be anywhere and show your feelings.on a lighter note, went to the city today with elisha. Insans mmmmwent to Buss!!! yay! retail therapy is the therapy for me!bought pants and tops and a belt and and and.... yay!!Its good to be a girl... Supre Buss!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109904235575719814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109904235575719814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/take-quiz-what-kinda-kiss-r-u-tender.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109880815735140967</id><published>2004-10-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:29:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Jenna JamesonThe ultimate porn starlet, known for incredible sexinessNot to mention the "Jenna Style" oral technique she inventedYou're a total sparkplug in the bedroom like JennaLoving it all - boys and girls. As long as you're the star.	What Porn Starlet Are You?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109880815735140967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109880815735140967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-are-jenna-jameson-ultimate-porn.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109880145960233848</id><published>2004-10-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:37:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our trinity group has funny conversations...random shitsaddam husseinhitlerstalinsexsex toysall things sexme: Have u seen a girl with three boobs beforeChris: why do you have 3 boobs ?me: yeatara: yea like in the middlechris: man what you talking abt three boobs, youre a titme: *silence*smacks head.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109880145960233848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109880145960233848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/our-trinity-group-has-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109869071182537006</id><published>2004-10-25T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:51:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="302" ShowC."1" ShowStatusBar="1" AutoSize="true" EnableC."0" DisplaySize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;Video provided by "&gt;Jenny’s Music Videos  Terror Squad and Fat Joe - Lean Back YO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109869071182537006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109869071182537006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/video-provided-by-jennys-music-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109863543453140992</id><published>2004-10-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:43:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i lost my hoodie!!! the one with the ears! when i left freo station coming back from bens house... shit! it fell on the floor and i didnt even notice... then... went to safari it was so bloody wack...Wet Tshirt Comp at safari next week... lol i should join! lol nah.....I cut my fringe... with a blunt kitchen knife. hated it before.. now i kinda love it... :)oh! since i passed my driving test </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109863543453140992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109863543453140992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-lost-my-hoodie-one-with-ears-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109834472698168651</id><published>2004-10-21T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:45:26.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant believe it...yours truly has PASSED HER DRIVING TEST!!!!happy happy camper right her yall...according to the tester i was very lucky to pass...almost failed cos he sed he didnt understand why i saw the need to reverse into driveways when i coulda gone headfront...*smacks head* he had a point...Georges fault... always making reverse in....lol proud of my parking tho..i stuck it most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109834472698168651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109834472698168651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109818776904526045</id><published>2004-10-19T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:09:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're graceful, your grace falls, down around me in my eyes. You're lovely, your love leaves, So easily in my eyes. Another day left waiting, alone in my room with no calls from you.  So I call you up, but you let me down, falling down around everyone except yourself. I thought that this would never end, things were so clear but they fell through. High hopes of problems never failed, thinking of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109818776904526045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109818776904526045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-graceful-your-grace-falls-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109811420243105407</id><published>2004-10-18T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:43:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided, I've got the SOFTEST LIPS in the Southern Hemisphere. W0oT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109811420243105407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109811420243105407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-decided-ive-got-softest-lips-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109804064200435735</id><published>2004-10-18T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T03:17:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find your Role-PlayingStereotype at mutedfaith.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109804064200435735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109804064200435735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/find-your-role-playingstereotype-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109803380876327517</id><published>2004-10-18T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:23:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had the bestest weekend ever...Safari NZ boy *omg i WANT him, me and jacintha fighting with boys *literally*itching for fightsFeast for 5 , 2 boys 3 girls a water bottle*****winksMetros with my murdoch people Syaza my Lancing partnernoisy girl in taxi queue *meBoys place all day all nightFreestylin', Video Making boysNo more fun till after exams... I love love love my boys and girls</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109803380876327517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109803380876327517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/had-bestest-weekend-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109760632964418697</id><published>2004-10-13T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:16:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>coming to terms and getting over him.then he sends me an email.tells me he misses me.and makes me fall.in love with him all over again.eye&lt;3himeyeh8himfor doing that, that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109760632964418697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109760632964418697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/coming-to-terms-and-getting-over-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109759652035578671</id><published>2004-10-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:55:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend has been hmmm very productive i might say... veryive mastered the jedi art of smoke ring blowing.. please... congratulate me im proud of myself for reason or another.. ok fine..hmmm....fire and ice fire and ice... try this game...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109759652035578671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109759652035578671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-weekend-has-been-hmmm-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109747156549033601</id><published>2004-10-11T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:12:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday: Went to the royal show with Cintha, Pree and Fruity . So fun!  Saw Rami and his crew.. *sizzle* saw that BJ from superclub and his boys... omg.. bj what hotness with the braids... saw nick from novems party mm guys with tongue piercings..so many cute guys... mmmm....Saturday: Went to Ainslie's.Sunday: Went to cintha's place. Went home sweeet home to Trinity.*no clubbing this week im</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109747156549033601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109747156549033601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/friday-went-to-royal-show-with-cintha.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109690385619446528</id><published>2004-10-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:30:56.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its silly waiting up  for someone to come or call up when you know he wontits silly when u know youre wasting your timeit hurts when u get played...always the player never been playedhah not anymoreim your ultimate paranoid androidalways the broken hearted never the heart breaker.hmm my heart has been broken into thousands of pieces, so smallthey can be threaded thru the eye of a needle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109690385619446528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109690385619446528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-silly-waiting-up-for-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109679090489700412</id><published>2004-10-03T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:08:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Try this "Are you Gay" test. Its the Shiznit yo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109679090489700412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109679090489700412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/try-this-are-you-gay-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109660550174342076</id><published>2004-10-01T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:50:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just remembered that time at the marketsnuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cartand rolled down aisle fiveyou looked behind you to smile back at mecrashed into a rack full of magazinesthey asked us if we could leaveCan't remember what went wrong last Septemberthough I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to-our love was comfortable and so broken in-I sleep with this new girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109660550174342076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109660550174342076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-just-remembered-that-time-at-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109648648164111848</id><published>2004-09-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:32:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM 42% ASSHOLE/BITCH! I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.Take the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.comI AM 31% EMO! Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.Take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109648648164111848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109648648164111848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-42-assholebitch-i-may-think-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109638383349743789</id><published>2004-09-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:05:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Video provided by The New Video Source Lean Back - Terror Squad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109638383349743789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109638383349743789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/video-provided-by-new-video-source.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109636286684042416</id><published>2004-09-28T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:14:26.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> THE SAILORS HAVE ARRIVED!!!! *WOOT* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109636286684042416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109636286684042416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/sailors-have-arrived-woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109585545876224705</id><published>2004-09-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:17:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss our bitch mobile.. our black lancer :( i feel so fucking lost w/o my car its not even funny.. so bored... i cant even drop by to the boys place anymore.. no!!!anyways  THE SAILORS ARE COMING! haha yeah.. u heard me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109585545876224705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109585545876224705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-miss-our-bitch-mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109568807325319491</id><published>2004-09-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:42:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Have you even seen anything so fucking yummy? Mmmm Dirrty thoughts+Pharrell+Fiery loins= *you could only imagine* Video provided by The New Video Source OMG PHARRELL IS FUCKING HOT!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109568807325319491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109568807325319491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-you-even-seen-anything-so-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109559312481852915</id><published>2004-09-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:25:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love driving... its fun... cept when u have to parallel park and u go up the curb and everyone laughs at u... then its not so fun... i love partying 2 nights in a row.. and being piss drunk both days... i love the feel of adams skin... smooooth...i like being called babygirl... can just melt... i like supre...i love my new shirts...i hate being watched by people i dont know in clubs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109559312481852915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109559312481852915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109524712597962600</id><published>2004-09-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:18:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a Kinky Kiss! You know what you're doing,and you LOVE to please!! What kind of Hot Boy Kiss are you?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109524712597962600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109524712597962600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-are-kinky-kiss-you-know-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109507886994017993</id><published>2004-09-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:34:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you only knew what i felt, seeing you smile at me, i could just melt i wanna touch your heart, your soul, make you mine, if only for a while. lip on lip, skin on skin, oh baby baby you'd be the original sin if you only knew, how much you meant to me, youre the only one i really see, when everyone else is around, babe i promise,to you i'd be forever bound. if you only knew, and didnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109507886994017993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109507886994017993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-you-only-knew-what-i-felt-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109498558922486461</id><published>2004-09-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:39:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday at safari boring boring saturday at metros funfunfun me.mun.and.jacintha happy happy, watched chip perform on stage, so proud of the bugger, stayed over at the boys place michael looks like Jay Hernandez *perveperve*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109498558922486461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109498558922486461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/friday-at-safari-boring-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109470361365451477</id><published>2004-09-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:20:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diet is a dirty word.Everytime I say it ,I wash my mouth out.With Cake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109470361365451477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109470361365451477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/diet-is-dirty-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109466237577475193</id><published>2004-09-09T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T04:26:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>his...words........assure..............me...........yet.......make.....me...so.....darn.........paranoid...................maybe..............i'm...........just......beingcynical               </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109466237577475193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109466237577475193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/his_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109458906100197494</id><published>2004-09-08T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T04:32:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we arefinenow*beams*happyhappycamper</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109458906100197494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109458906100197494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-are-fine-now-beams-happyhappycamper.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109449396948787669</id><published>2004-09-07T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T02:06:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling rather misanthrope and cynicalbecause of himim not expecting anythingrun away for whatwhat a sneaky basketi need to joethis blows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109449396948787669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109449396948787669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/feeling-rather-misanthrope-and-cynical.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109437241306572351</id><published>2004-09-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:20:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out yesterday with my girls to metros, me preetions jac sangee syaza steffie was so fun. passion pop makes u FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. btw he zhaotions me on msn... that bastard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109437241306572351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109437241306572351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-out-yesterday-with-my-girls-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109429696344635963</id><published>2004-09-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:22:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he's so beautifulhe's so realgawd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109429696344635963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109429696344635963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/hes-so-beautiful-hes-so-real-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109412155492706165</id><published>2004-09-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:39:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short People got no reasonShort People got no reasonShort People got no reasonTo liveThey got little handsLittle eyesThey walk aroundTellin' great big liesThey got little nosesAnd tiny little teethThey wear platform shoesOn their nasty little feetWell, I don't want no Short PeopleDon't want no Short PeopleDon't want no Short People`Round hereShort People are just the sameAs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109412155492706165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109412155492706165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/09/short-people-got-no-reason-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109394783776481964</id><published>2004-08-31T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:29:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   I adopted a cute lil' tempura fetus from Fetus Mart! Mmm...Tempura Fetus...Mmmm... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109394783776481964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109394783776481964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-adopted-cute-lil-tempura-fetus-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109394599717724441</id><published>2004-08-31T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:05:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am 55% evil. I'm getting there. I haven't done all the damage I could do but I've done quite a bit. I'm just over the border into the Evil Zone.Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109394599717724441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109394599717724441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-55-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109393914984439545</id><published>2004-08-31T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:59:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   i want a bonsai kitty... true its cruel... but look at its face... so cute!!! ok maybe i just want a kitty!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109393914984439545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109393914984439545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-want-bonsai-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109393889125561032</id><published>2004-08-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:54:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From day one you and I've been friends.Hangin out, havin fun, chillin.Now I know at times I got crazy, silly ways and actin shady.You peep things in me that noone sees.You hold it down fo shizzy.Now I have friends I thought were true but noone more true than you.So what am I gonna do.It took a while for me to see how special you treated me.Maybe thats the reason why I love you.You're my heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109393889125561032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109393889125561032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/from-day-one-you-and-ive-been-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109387734862851260</id><published>2004-08-30T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:55:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny convo that day on msn btwn me and justinjustin: alicia u did chemistry before right?*me: ya why?justin: tell me why phenols are so unreactive*me: wait ahdisappears for 5 mins*me: because they are lazy...justin: shit u la!after almost 6 years of knowing me... justin has never learnt to NOT ask me questions about science.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109387734862851260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109387734862851260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/funny-convo-that-day-on-msn-btwn-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109345680557232174</id><published>2004-08-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T02:03:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha! just read my previous post.... its not dreaming btw.. its ummm DRIVING...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109345680557232174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109345680557232174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/hahaha-just-read-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109344816571060347</id><published>2004-08-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T23:36:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had my first dreaming lesson today... i hate manuals...the one hour sess was traumatizing... yet again i couldnt believe i was actually driving... im proud of myself cos i didnt stall... make that HAVEN'T stalled yet... hmmmm im a happy happy camper *beams x)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109344816571060347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109344816571060347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/had-my-first-dreaming-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109342516834184395</id><published>2004-08-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:13:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>idiots@work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109342516834184395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109342516834184395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/idiotswork.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109326289046786706</id><published>2004-08-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T03:43:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cocktail ?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109326289046786706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109326289046786706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/cocktail-which-alcoholic-drink-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109315645114767457</id><published>2004-08-22T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:34:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh for the record... i went to safari that day....after masala mix... i said hi to a**m... he sed hi back!!! *swoooooooooooooon* kekekekkekeanyways... going to a Desi party NOT drunk, is like going to a tennis match without a racquet - american chai</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109315645114767457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109315645114767457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-for-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109310940255378422</id><published>2004-08-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T01:32:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> F.R.I.E.N.D.Ssome people you can live with...some people you can't live without...and some people worth living for...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109310940255378422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109310940255378422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/f.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109292879072589374</id><published>2004-08-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:20:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if there was such thing as a med/plasticsurgery fairy, id wish for1. a sharper nose2. abs3. legs that went on forever4. IMPECCABLE BLADDER CONTROL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109292879072589374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109292879072589374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-there-was-such-thing-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109291670940365928</id><published>2004-08-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:58:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have the most gorgeous anthropology tutor... hes got the loveliest blue eyes u can get lost in if u look at them for too long, thats why i dont look at them too much xP when hes talking to me...  unfortunately, hes gay. :((((((((((((</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109291670940365928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109291670940365928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-most-gorgeous-anthropology.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597382.post-109284158346924730</id><published>2004-08-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:06:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! wow yknow God does work in mysterioous ways... you know the Milkshake top i told yall about? i mysteriously appeared!! haha ok not so... went to mt claremont house for dinner and i just randomly sed to Kenson and Wei "ill go check the mail for you guys" and kenson sed " i doubt your shirt will be in there alicia" and i sed nvm... then when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109284158346924730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597382/posts/default/109284158346924730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuch.blogspot.com/2004/08/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Leeesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076939604443408416</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></entry></feed>
