<?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-15657442</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:17:32.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr ey 's t he Col our</title><subtitle type='html'>Krystal &lt;3's Fox.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-1264397634895687281</id><published>2008-06-03T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:28:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestflen's quiz thing (i know its not for me)</title><content type='html'>(2 Points) My name: &lt;b&gt;Wenny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) My last name: &lt;b&gt;Yeo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Who am I in love with: &lt;b&gt;Fallout Boy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Where did we meet: &lt;b&gt;HMV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) Take a stab at my middle name: &lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GARFIELD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where do I work: &lt;b&gt;Used to; at Starbucks Harbourfront&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What am I afraid of: &lt;b&gt;Strangers touching you, haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I smoke : &lt;b&gt;DUH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do I drink: &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do you think I'm a virgin: &lt;b&gt;YESSS! haha =D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I have any siblings: &lt;b&gt;WENNNNNNNNAAAAA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) How many: &lt;b&gt;one. WENNNNAAAAAAAAA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do: &lt;b&gt;listen to music with those AWESOMEST earphones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) How many piercings do I have: &lt;b&gt;4? maybe 5?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have: &lt;b&gt;two, if you don't count words. words will make it 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What's my favorite type of music: &lt;b&gt;Fallout-Boy-music.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing: &lt;b&gt;both at the same time. (am not looking at the points here haha)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: &lt;b&gt;follow if you have to, if you don't you'll break it, WITH ME! haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Whats my favorite color: &lt;b&gt;black, red, white?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Name something I hate: &lt;b&gt;CARAMEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Name a talent I have: &lt;b&gt;you can DRAW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Whats my phone number: &lt;b&gt;you-know-that-i-know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear: &lt;b&gt;RiverIsland (the one that got thrown away!! hahahaha), and Converse, you'll NEVER wear adidas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Do I have any pets: &lt;b&gt;YAHHH (its denyse)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Who am I dating/liking right now: &lt;b&gt;Jeff Davis?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) How long have I been dating/liking them: &lt;b&gt;Recently. Tsktsk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) How tall am I: &lt;b&gt;Shorter than me! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) What is my worst habit: &lt;b&gt;being a pushover. (yes it's considered a habit to me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring: &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan! And your handphone in case, ME ME ME!, Pad. HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy bestflen. &lt;i&gt;denyse&lt;/i&gt; is playing majhong on the ps2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fox&lt;/i&gt; is playing God of War on the PsP, and i gave up on Burger Island on the laptop. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for underwater world tmr! i'm dead tired now. &lt;br /&gt;fell asleep while waiting for &lt;i&gt;fox&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;denyse&lt;/i&gt; to buy dinner just now :(&lt;br /&gt;i still gotta change the bunnies' cages =/&lt;br /&gt;long day tmr. and i'm gonna be tired all over again.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, its worth it. i get a day with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you, fox and denyse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see dolphins again. tata-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-1264397634895687281?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1264397634895687281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=1264397634895687281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1264397634895687281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1264397634895687281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/bestflens-quiz-thing-i-know-its-not-for.html' title='bestflen&apos;s quiz thing (i know its not for me)'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-4170223783565916565</id><published>2008-05-28T04:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T04:55:27.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does anyone even read this shit</title><content type='html'>you know&lt;br /&gt;before i tell no one about &lt;u&gt;bangkok&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wonder if anyone reads this shit.&lt;br /&gt;do you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know bestflen &lt;u&gt;wenny&lt;/u&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i think no one.&lt;br /&gt;my mom used to spy on my blog&lt;br /&gt;that was when she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;doubt she knows this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;bestflen&lt;/u&gt; is leaving for Perth&lt;br /&gt;in about.. 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have to start counting the days&lt;br /&gt;til the day she flies.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think she's even gonna let me&lt;br /&gt;send her off at the airport. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my baby bunnies have been away for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;since i left for bangkok,&lt;br /&gt;on the 22nd of may till 26th may.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna pick them up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully in the afternoon i'll have them back.&lt;br /&gt;got quite worried about them&lt;br /&gt;hopefully theyre alright&lt;br /&gt;and they can still remember both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestflen bestflen, meet me soon yah.&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;u&gt;dee&lt;/u&gt; says shes single again&lt;br /&gt;i get a feeling its not gonna be for long :)&lt;br /&gt;and i hope shes doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see her soon too! &lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet up with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get much things for &lt;u&gt;dee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos even the tshirts there can't fit me&lt;br /&gt;so it was near impossible to get her a tshirt :(&lt;br /&gt;and well, bought her something, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought bestflen stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;and a bag for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;and snacks for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;and lotion for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;and a keychain for my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and a necklace for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and a bracelet for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and new jeans for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and 3 new tshirts for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and 2 pairs of shoes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and a bag for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and a coin purse for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and 2 keychains for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and a coin purse for baby's mom.&lt;br /&gt;and a handphone holder for baby's sister.&lt;br /&gt;and a pair of house-slippers for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else? hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-4170223783565916565?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4170223783565916565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=4170223783565916565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4170223783565916565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4170223783565916565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-anyone-even-read-this-shit.html' title='does anyone even read this shit'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-7351892440542418925</id><published>2008-01-23T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:08:16.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah! haha. me bestflen loves me.. more than YOU</title><content type='html'>as in, she loves me more than she loves you&lt;br /&gt;and quite close to almost any dam stranger.&lt;br /&gt;as a matter-of-fact,&lt;br /&gt;she hates strangers! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad you dint "kill the internet"&lt;br /&gt;cos then i wouldnt have been able to read ur entries.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. thats funny; how you wrote HAHA. on your friends cast)&lt;br /&gt;itsssss almost 6am.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;imma still awake. haha&lt;br /&gt;chongsters not here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;no one to shoo stubborn me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want ur tattoo to be as great as you want it to&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be purrfect.&lt;br /&gt;even if it has garfields face all over it&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHA) -coughs&lt;br /&gt;every-fucking-word remember.&lt;br /&gt;read EVERYTHING. laughs&lt;br /&gt;did it calm your nerves? i hope it did&lt;br /&gt;if not imma look for more alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;like acupuncture.&lt;br /&gt;which my mother has been trying to tell me &lt;br /&gt;that it WORKS;&lt;br /&gt;that 'chinese traditional medicine' is starting to be proven to scientists that it actually works as good as, or if not better, than the conventional drugs.&lt;br /&gt;i say hooray to panadol, acetaminophen, paracetamol, etc. &lt;br /&gt;haha. can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANG LING krystal stephanie;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor in Chinese Traditional Medicine. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and the "krystal stephanie" goes down the drain&lt;br /&gt;it'll be Doctor Wang Ling. zz.&lt;br /&gt;or worse. Doctor LING. -sobs bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellllllll still better than like;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Hasfaklbsfau S. Detqnasdgagjn&lt;br /&gt;(inside joke; some might get it some wont)&lt;br /&gt;Doctor of Chinese Herbal Medicine&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA. -coughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SOOO glad i can read my bestflen's blog&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i manage to get in time after time)&lt;br /&gt;saves all the sms-es. &lt;br /&gt;and explanations of "how she feels"&lt;br /&gt;when i can just, read it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superb i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;OH and another thing -&lt;br /&gt;wise-guys say that blogging stupid&lt;br /&gt;cos you write personal shit online&lt;br /&gt;so the whole world can read.&lt;br /&gt;it's not STOOPID.&lt;br /&gt;well to some lame-asses it is.&lt;br /&gt;as in, those who purposely spill on the net&lt;br /&gt;purposely so people can read -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i mean,&lt;br /&gt;its good for ME,&lt;br /&gt;in a way such that i can read my bestflen's thoughts and stuff&lt;br /&gt;and know whats going on everyday&lt;br /&gt;even when we're both really busy&lt;br /&gt;the blog makes us feel that we're still meeting up&lt;br /&gt;and still 'keeping in touch'.&lt;br /&gt;and instead of asking her whats going on,&lt;br /&gt;i read about it, and i feel,&lt;br /&gt;like im up-to-date. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes its hard for ppl to express what they feel&lt;br /&gt;or put it in words;&lt;br /&gt;especially when you ask them in their face..&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for them to put it in words,&lt;br /&gt;let alone VOICE it out.&lt;br /&gt;so the blog is there..&lt;br /&gt;so they take their time,&lt;br /&gt;to write what they really feel&lt;br /&gt;and only those CERTAIN people get to read it..&lt;br /&gt;and understand what they're feeling&lt;br /&gt;about things that's happened, or is happening.&lt;br /&gt;if it's looked at it in a mature way,&lt;br /&gt;then its fine. its useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike some 13 yr olds who go&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HATE YOU STUPID BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;-INSERT NAME HERE- YOU WILL DIE IN HELL!&lt;br /&gt;YOU BACKSTAB ME AND I HATE YOUR ASS!&lt;br /&gt;then be SO nice to them in school.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get that whole 2face thing.&lt;br /&gt;blog = keep friends up-to-date with your life&lt;br /&gt;so they feel close to you, still.&lt;br /&gt;gees. not to tell the world everyting&lt;br /&gt;and then go "WHO ASK YOU TO READ"&lt;br /&gt;when you confront them abt shit in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. i mean, its online, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the one to say;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;(key word: SOMETIMES)&lt;br /&gt;i think im a not-so-bad judge&lt;br /&gt;of a person's character.&lt;br /&gt;even if i dont know them,&lt;br /&gt;especially if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im glad shes the plaster,&lt;br /&gt;thats ripped off and down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;and that youre not the plaster&lt;br /&gt;that has to get sucked into dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it this way,&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna do the &lt;br /&gt;i-told-you-so dance.&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;and thus,&lt;br /&gt;imma here. :) &lt;br /&gt;even if you wanna whine,&lt;br /&gt;complain,&lt;br /&gt;banter,&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;imma here for bestflen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-7351892440542418925?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7351892440542418925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=7351892440542418925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/7351892440542418925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/7351892440542418925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yeah-haha-me-bestflen-loves-me-more.html' title='oh yeah! haha. me bestflen loves me.. more than YOU'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-5101939825110863649</id><published>2008-01-20T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:13:48.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends tattoo.</title><content type='html'>bestflen's gonna ink herself on friday&lt;br /&gt;its her 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she won't backout.&lt;br /&gt;she's freaking out right now,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope she's got it under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all she has to know is that&lt;br /&gt;her tatooist is professional.&lt;br /&gt;and hes DAMN good at what he does.&lt;br /&gt;so just relax.&lt;br /&gt;think of him as a doctor..&lt;br /&gt;the doctor has to 'touch' you to see&lt;br /&gt;exactly what's wrong right?&lt;br /&gt;he has no intention of harming you&lt;br /&gt;he's doing what youre paying him to -&lt;br /&gt;give you your first tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;they're all friendly (both tattoo artists in the studio)&lt;br /&gt;best part is, when it comes down to work&lt;br /&gt;they're serious and logical.&lt;br /&gt;or would i say.. they're calm? serious?&lt;br /&gt;yeah its &lt;font size="2"&gt;professional.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i wouldnt recommend you to people&lt;br /&gt;whom i think are not good enough..&lt;br /&gt;know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;plus theyre fox's friends.&lt;br /&gt;theyre good people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;for support and stuff alrights?&lt;br /&gt;i'll even give you all the little tips&lt;br /&gt;for taking good care of it :D&lt;br /&gt;what kinda "ifs" are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;anything i can clarify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be texting you soon,&lt;br /&gt;to see if youre alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think that post about 'protecting me'&lt;br /&gt;and having the same 'interest' as fox&lt;br /&gt;(to protect me)&lt;br /&gt;i think its sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;im super fucking glad you kinda, trust fox.&lt;br /&gt;and its important to me.&lt;br /&gt;she means alot to me,&lt;br /&gt;and so do you!&lt;br /&gt;its good that you both get along, too.&lt;br /&gt;remember what we talked about outside cine?&lt;br /&gt;while we were sitting on the railing,&lt;br /&gt;drinking bubbletea and smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how you noticed..&lt;br /&gt;how fox turns away only when im fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;makes me have more faith, yannoe?&lt;br /&gt;like how i always complain to fox&lt;br /&gt;that she doesnt hold me,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe sometimes she doesnt care as much as she says?&lt;br /&gt;and i do believe her, &lt;br /&gt;when she says i mean the world to her.&lt;br /&gt;and its nice knowing from a 3rd party,&lt;br /&gt;that that's what you see too.&lt;br /&gt;she went "SEE! SEE!" hahaha when she read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope fox is on 'the same note' as you too&lt;br /&gt;i believe she is :)&lt;br /&gt;i know she wont let anything hurt me&lt;br /&gt;she wont let anyone come near me too&lt;br /&gt;i feel, safe. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;thank you to my top 2 'ladies' in my life&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful wife,&lt;br /&gt;and my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;both who are always behind me,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;and same goes,&lt;br /&gt;imma support both of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent forgotten denyse too! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-5101939825110863649?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5101939825110863649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=5101939825110863649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5101939825110863649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5101939825110863649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/bestfriends-tattoo.html' title='bestfriends tattoo.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-2543972769292092728</id><published>2008-01-11T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:26:38.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't move-</title><content type='html'>youre curled up&lt;br /&gt;holding my big bolster&lt;br /&gt;with that reindeer bedspreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre sound asleep;&lt;br /&gt;on the pillow you always lie on,&lt;br /&gt;the one i lay on last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't move baby,&lt;br /&gt;don't stir.&lt;br /&gt;i need you still,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay asleep,&lt;br /&gt;my precious wife&lt;br /&gt;i need you sleeping soundly&lt;br /&gt;i need you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant go&lt;br /&gt;youre not allowed to leave&lt;br /&gt;i want you by my side ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need that space to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;as you dream away&lt;br /&gt;we'll hold each other thru the night&lt;br /&gt;and sleep well into the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyoutoomuch;pleasedontevergo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-5222106152835881473</id><published>2008-01-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:35:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate that i love you so</title><content type='html'>that's how much i love you;&lt;br /&gt;that's how much i need you.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand you,&lt;br /&gt;must everything you do make me wana smile&lt;br /&gt;can i not like you for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wont let me&lt;br /&gt;you upset me girl&lt;br /&gt;and then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i forget that i was upset&lt;br /&gt;cant remember what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate it&lt;br /&gt;you know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;so that i cant stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;for too long that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate it &lt;br /&gt;you know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont want to fuss, and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;said i despise that i adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate how much i love you girl&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand how much i need you&lt;br /&gt;and i hate how much i love you girl&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that i love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;the only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said its not fair&lt;br /&gt;how you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;and it just aint right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days your magic wont affect me&lt;br /&gt;and your kiss wont make me weak&lt;br /&gt;but no one in this world, knows me like you know me&lt;br /&gt;so you'll probably always have a spell on me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fights are now a 2 way anger.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if it'll make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;i do hope it does,&lt;br /&gt;and leaves both clinging on,&lt;br /&gt;more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;instead of&lt;br /&gt;planning to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a middlepoint&lt;br /&gt;so as not to feed her anger, or mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid it might have made us drift apart;&lt;br /&gt;emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels like we're starting over&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does she still get the fuzzy feeling;&lt;br /&gt;when im holding her?&lt;br /&gt;does she still love me the way she always;&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally, and willing to do anything?&lt;br /&gt;does she still miss me;&lt;br /&gt;when we're apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know; and i understand&lt;br /&gt;that people's tempers are different.&lt;br /&gt;they react differently,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when theyre angry&lt;br /&gt;theyre a whole different person.&lt;br /&gt;its almost like it swallowed the person&lt;br /&gt;youre in love with;&lt;br /&gt;throwing this other person at you,&lt;br /&gt;making you feel that she doesnt care,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt love, and doesnt need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need her; thats why i dont chase her away&lt;br /&gt;when we argue; even when i was angry to tears.&lt;br /&gt;she still does though. &lt;br /&gt;and i feel that she doesnt need me;&lt;br /&gt;i told her. and she said if she doesnt;&lt;br /&gt;she wouldnt be around.&lt;br /&gt;but i realize.. i feel that&lt;br /&gt;cos she still chases me away.&lt;br /&gt;she makes faces, says mean things..&lt;br /&gt;and its like she doesnt care that,&lt;br /&gt;i might really go. &lt;br /&gt;im not threatening; &lt;br /&gt;im just afraid it'll hurt me so bad one day&lt;br /&gt;i'll really go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go anywhere;&lt;br /&gt;without her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-5222106152835881473?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-1883643824585393890</id><published>2007-12-11T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:00:14.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time</title><content type='html'>well, its about time i updated this shit.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i have a million things to say&lt;br /&gt;(getting deja vu again)&lt;br /&gt;but i dont have time to put it here.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get something off my chest today.&lt;br /&gt;k i just read shit on Deja Vu on wikipedia -&lt;br /&gt;slightly weird. and pointless to put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first issue i'd like to address -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;FACE-fucking-BOOK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lame, yes.&lt;br /&gt;its something to do when you have, nothing to do, yes.&lt;br /&gt;its almost like friendster, but more complicated, yes.&lt;br /&gt;it shows how bored people can get, yes.&lt;br /&gt;it pisses me off when they spam my wife, yes.&lt;br /&gt;it pisses her off when i get spam, yes.&lt;br /&gt;it pisses everybody off when they get spammed, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gees. i almost wanna cancel the account,&lt;br /&gt;but as i said - its something to do,&lt;br /&gt;when you have NOTHING to do. &lt;br /&gt;but &lt;font size="2"&gt;she&lt;/font&gt; has facebook,&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i'm keeping facebook.&lt;br /&gt;well and i can randomly &lt;font size="2"&gt;POKE&lt;/font&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;font size="2"&gt;posh, ernie&lt;/font&gt; etc&lt;br /&gt;its like, a rude way of keeping in contact.&lt;br /&gt;you SUPER POKE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like &lt;font size="2"&gt;ppl msging her&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i dont like &lt;font size="2"&gt;ppl spamming her,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass send or not.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like &lt;font size="2"&gt;ppl hugging her,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random or not.&lt;br /&gt;mass send or not.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like &lt;font size="2"&gt;ppl buying her,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a fucking pet.&lt;br /&gt;these ppl, have too much time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;and these ppl - are particularly being&lt;br /&gt;pointed out as ex-es, hi-bye sch friends,&lt;br /&gt;random strangers, ex-happenings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;as long as theyre not someone i know/trust&lt;br /&gt;yucks, i detest it. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;(deja vu again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know whats up with deja vu's&lt;br /&gt;im getting it quite often. &lt;br /&gt;im in a rather grumpy mood now. &lt;br /&gt;apparently i called &lt;font size="2"&gt;her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 920am. she said shes gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;it's 1030am. and no sound from her.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize, it irritates me to wait&lt;br /&gt;for msgs. its almost like, uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;like "i'll call you when i reach school"&lt;br /&gt;and they take 2 hours to call you.&lt;br /&gt;get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;or like "bye, i'll call you later"&lt;br /&gt;and they dont? &lt;br /&gt;i just realized i dont like waiting,&lt;br /&gt;cos i kinda look forward to every msg&lt;br /&gt;that when i dont really get one&lt;br /&gt;i get irritated, and give up waiting?&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. or maybe im just grumpy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite funny, &lt;font size="2"&gt;she&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioned having a "complain-about-your-mother"&lt;br /&gt;website - where ppl log in, to...&lt;br /&gt;yes, complain about their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. i wonder if one already exists.&lt;br /&gt;bet most of the mother-related complains&lt;br /&gt;are rather similar &lt;br /&gt;"she doesnt stop telling me to clean my room!"&lt;br /&gt;"she panics when im in the kitchen, &lt;br /&gt;and screams at me, saying she smells gas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"GAS LEAK!"&lt;/font&gt; *private joke* HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"ZHAO HUO AH!"&lt;/font&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"LANG FEI DIAN!"&lt;/font&gt; HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;we call it 'catch-phrases' from yours truly. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-gets up from the floor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes been over since.. 2 week ago?&lt;br /&gt;on and off, been staying over for 3-5 days?&lt;br /&gt;like 3 days, 5 days, 3 days etc.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;leaves me &lt;font size="2"&gt;slightly&lt;/font&gt;.. *cough* dependant though.&lt;br /&gt;like, when she goes home, i feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;havent slept alone in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;last night i slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;i love it when shes around. :)&lt;br /&gt;its almost like we were living together,&lt;br /&gt;really spending ALOT of time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;i love it, every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how she feels bout it,&lt;br /&gt;somehow sweet endings havent been coming from her side.&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. the last msg she sent that's 'keep worthy'&lt;br /&gt;was like, 12th november? a month ago. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok, she wrote me a note too. and she said she doesnt send msgs&lt;br /&gt;cos we're always together! which is true.&lt;br /&gt;haha, which i went against - cos i sent her msgs &lt;br /&gt;when she was upstairs and i was downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, it was when we were next door.&lt;br /&gt;i was printing shit in bro's room&lt;br /&gt;she was next door in my room. ha.&lt;br /&gt;today im spending it away from her, shes got work.&lt;br /&gt;think i better get my ass up, and start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy alot of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but no money to :( &lt;br /&gt;shortage shortage. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;plus if anything, i wanna try save up for a trip&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid i really might not be able&lt;br /&gt;to get her anything nice for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;my mom doesnt look like shes gonna loan me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;really, theres no other way to get.. enough money.&lt;br /&gt;need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna update wishlist i guess,&lt;br /&gt;then when i save up enough.. imma go buy it ALL! &lt;br /&gt;wee. okay. its photography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;taking product shots. chao-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-1883643824585393890?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1883643824585393890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=1883643824585393890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1883643824585393890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1883643824585393890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-time.html' title='about time'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-6766675856496644920</id><published>2007-10-12T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:08:57.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one.</title><content type='html'>well, im alone in class.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think labs gonna be open til 430.&lt;br /&gt;which is abt the same time that i'll finish posting.&lt;br /&gt;im slightly paranoid - i dont wana sleep/nap alone in class.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i just want you close,&lt;br /&gt;where you can stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;that it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;you and me together..&lt;br /&gt;through the days and nights,&lt;br /&gt;i dont worry cause&lt;br /&gt;everythings gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;people keep talking,&lt;br /&gt;they can say what they like.&lt;br /&gt;but all i know is everything's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the rain is pouring down,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is hurting,&lt;br /&gt;you will always be around..&lt;br /&gt;this i know for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people search the world,&lt;br /&gt;to find something like what we have.&lt;br /&gt;i know people will try to divide&lt;br /&gt;something so real&lt;br /&gt;so, till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one, no one &lt;br /&gt;can get in the way of what im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;can get in the way of what i feel for you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i need you,&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it screams out your name&lt;br /&gt;when youre not in sight,&lt;br /&gt;and it still screams out for you&lt;br /&gt;late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me and hold me &lt;br /&gt;love me and keep me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to think&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine if you leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay around, take a leap&lt;br /&gt;i was selfish a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;and i lost more than i gained.&lt;br /&gt;now take this leap with me,&lt;br /&gt;and i wont let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll understand &lt;br /&gt;what i'll explain to you, &lt;font size="2"&gt;later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna sound so &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; lame.&lt;br /&gt;but if you dont believe me,&lt;br /&gt;i've fucking done my best.&lt;br /&gt;its so stupid, &lt;strike&gt;and i'm about to cry in class&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;as i said, if you dont believe me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont, i really, &lt;font size="2"&gt;really&lt;/font&gt; dont.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i freaked about that picture.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help it. youre mine. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;she DOES NOT get to touch what I AM FIGHTING FOR.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LOVE, WHAT I HAVE. &lt;br /&gt;she doesnt, she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;its mine, i'll protect it, until i cant &lt;strike&gt;anymore&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes mine, im proud and im VERY HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT ruin my happiness, and DO NOT &lt;font size="2"&gt;ATTEMPT&lt;/font&gt; to touch her.&lt;br /&gt;unless she wants. &lt;br /&gt;then i'll sit in my room, and sulk. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it might cause more fights than solutions,&lt;br /&gt;but i think that we should learn..&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;font size="2"&gt;US&lt;/font&gt; in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;we should communicate.&lt;br /&gt;something affects you, &lt;font size="2"&gt;SAY IT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shortest distance to a solution,&lt;br /&gt;is communication. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfishness makes you lose more than you gain.&lt;br /&gt;you may feel like you gain short term&lt;br /&gt;but long term, youre gonna &lt;strike&gt;regret&lt;/strike&gt; hate it.&lt;br /&gt;as i said. i was selfish.&lt;br /&gt;and look where it's getting me.&lt;br /&gt;breathing is a chore, you know?&lt;br /&gt;as and when i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasnt thinking of myself FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself, every single cell.&lt;br /&gt;but you made me love ME, for ME.&lt;br /&gt;flaws and all. &lt;br /&gt;and i love you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears are screaming,&lt;br /&gt;hurt is streaming,&lt;br /&gt;i sit by the window&lt;br /&gt;and think of..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-6766675856496644920?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-8208107303886616204</id><published>2007-10-05T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:04:51.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic</title><content type='html'>im half frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why my blog doesnt have BOLD or ITALICS.&lt;br /&gt;only thing i can do to accent something/word&lt;br /&gt;is to make it &lt;font size="2"&gt;bigger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. school's alright.&lt;br /&gt;learnt about the functions of red blood cells and haemogloibin, the molecular structure of haemoglobin, and the purpose of both RBCs and Hb.&lt;br /&gt;class is over now. gonna start doing my RJ.&lt;br /&gt;feel like fighting with my FYP advisor.&lt;br /&gt;shes being mean to me - she aint guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;and she aint making it easy for me to get into the lab.&lt;br /&gt;so i email &lt;font size="2"&gt;dr teo&lt;/font&gt; and ask if i can get in.&lt;br /&gt;of course he'll be in the lab, so im dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;and she (FYP advisor) emails me (cos i CC-ed her) and says&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you email Dr teo?" &lt;br /&gt;why else? cos you wont let me in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;and you cant stop being M-E-A-N.&lt;br /&gt;like baby's lecturer. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;lets not mention names; or races.&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how im gonna finish my CE points&lt;br /&gt;when i gotta get my ass to lab &lt;font size="2"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and that the talks that give points are........&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;you got it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; ALL AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can go for one then rush to the other..&lt;br /&gt;both are from 430-530. what the. o.O&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nevermind, maybe i'll catch up,&lt;br /&gt;then i can get my points,&lt;br /&gt;then the diploma.&lt;br /&gt;then FREEEEEEEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;baby&lt;/font&gt; came down and joined me for lunch&lt;br /&gt;i like :D:D&lt;br /&gt;look baby! a spider! -&gt; ::::D&lt;br /&gt;laughs hysterically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey baby?&lt;br /&gt;youve got magic inside your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;its leaking out all over my skin.&lt;br /&gt;everytime that i get close to you,&lt;br /&gt;your making me weak with the way you&lt;br /&gt;look through those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i see is your face,&lt;br /&gt;all i need is your touch.&lt;br /&gt;wake me up with your lips..&lt;br /&gt;come at me from up above ;)&lt;br /&gt;i need you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the way that you move&lt;br /&gt;your dancing easily through my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;its hitting me harder with all your smiles,&lt;br /&gt;you are crazy gentle in the way you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i need you to see me&lt;br /&gt;the way that i see you.&lt;br /&gt;lovely, wide awake in the middle &lt;br /&gt;of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is ah chong number 2.&lt;br /&gt;i live in ah chong's big fat heart.&lt;br /&gt;i love ah chong,&lt;br /&gt;i love my wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-8208107303886616204?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8208107303886616204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=8208107303886616204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/8208107303886616204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/8208107303886616204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic.html' title='magic'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-4258774504204604987</id><published>2007-10-04T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:17:05.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;i was blown away&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;it all seemed to make sense.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've taken away everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i try to see the good in life,&lt;br /&gt;but good things in life are hard to find&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll blow it away, blow it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;can we make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;well i'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken all i could take,&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;we're wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;being strong, holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;can't let it bring us down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;my life with you means everything&lt;br /&gt;so i won't give up that easily&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blow it away, blow it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;can we make this something good?&lt;br /&gt;cause it's all misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to do it right this time around.&lt;br /&gt;it's not over&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;but you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;it's not over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be in school today.&lt;br /&gt;and tuesday, and friday, and thursday.&lt;br /&gt;well and the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try get some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;and just as im saying that,&lt;br /&gt;my facilitator replies, and says he'll be in the lab &lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;you should see my face now.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. gotta rush off.&lt;br /&gt;no time to unload my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent decided if im going on sunday either.&lt;br /&gt;do i need time alone with AH CHONG?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;cos next week the ah chongs will be both busy&lt;br /&gt;with their own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. we'll see. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-4258774504204604987?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4258774504204604987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=4258774504204604987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4258774504204604987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4258774504204604987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-over.html' title='it&apos;s not over.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-2593248801650206355</id><published>2007-09-28T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:11:29.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fades-</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;youre not alone, together we stand.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be by your side, you know i'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;when it gets cold, and it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;theres no place to go,&lt;br /&gt;you know i wont give in,&lt;br /&gt;no i wont give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far away, i wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;before its too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;before the doors close,&lt;br /&gt;and it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;with you by my side i'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep holding on,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;just stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;nothing you could do,&lt;br /&gt;theres no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;so keep holding on,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me when i say i believe&lt;br /&gt;nothings gonna change, nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;the way things are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;whatever's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;will work out perfectly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smile's fading.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want it to.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;font size="2"&gt; THIS&lt;/font&gt; close &lt;br /&gt;to my long-term happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll fight for it,&lt;br /&gt;till i cannot fight no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard before -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you cant win a battle you never fought.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im fighting, and i hope i never stop.&lt;br /&gt;but my smile's fading,&lt;br /&gt;and along with it,&lt;br /&gt;a part of me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding my heart back together &lt;strike&gt;myself&lt;/strike&gt; for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-2593248801650206355?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2593248801650206355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=2593248801650206355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2593248801650206355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2593248801650206355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/09/fades.html' title='fades-'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-2722577028666341049</id><published>2007-09-03T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:10:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ughh. gross-ness.</title><content type='html'>had a bad case of &lt;font size="2"&gt;feng mok&lt;/font&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;or whatever you wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;science term it's &lt;font size="2"&gt;Urticaria&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;zz. its horrible, whatever you call it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;baby&lt;/font&gt; stayed for like, 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;in a row..?&lt;br /&gt;and shes TOTALLY sweet.&lt;br /&gt;helped me to stop panicking when it spread,&lt;br /&gt;followed me to the doctor twice to get jabbed..&lt;br /&gt;cos i couldnt stand the itching.&lt;br /&gt;she even told me,&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt ailen,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad it looked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was there, making me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to help me put calamine lotion&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to play Rummikub with me&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to watch tv with me&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to watch Jackass 2 with me&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to stop me from scratching&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to change bedsheets for me&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to go down and collect mac's &lt;br /&gt;she was there, to even help me walk my dog&lt;br /&gt;she was also there, to smoke with me&lt;br /&gt;she was there, to hold me and kiss me when i&lt;br /&gt;wanted to look at the.. spots.&lt;br /&gt;she was even there, to sit in the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;and accompany me as i bathe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it stops itching soon.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes away before the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;im fucking anal now,&lt;br /&gt;washing my hands all the time,&lt;br /&gt;ive bathed at least 3 times today.&lt;br /&gt;at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to run out of clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;laundry doesnt come back that fast.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be 100% fine by apartment,&lt;br /&gt;and by my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it wouldnt come back :)&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 jabs in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;first one was Promethazene..&lt;br /&gt;strong sedative effects.&lt;br /&gt;knocked out after she finished changing bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;next day, it got worse&lt;br /&gt;so went for a mild steroid jab&lt;br /&gt;on the BACKSIDE :(&lt;br /&gt;pats left buttcheek-&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her -&lt;br /&gt;damn, i hit jackpot! 2 jabs in 2 days!!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i'd rather pass on the jabs&lt;br /&gt;and pass on the Urticaria altogether.&lt;br /&gt;so anw, left arm was spastic cos of the 1st jab&lt;br /&gt;now the i sit tilted to the right&lt;br /&gt;cos of the left butt-cheek. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after LOTS of sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and a few pills, it faded&lt;br /&gt;but spread to the extremities,&lt;br /&gt;the face (OMG), hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;decided to go out and grab bubble tea..&lt;br /&gt;then bought macs fries, &lt;br /&gt;sat outside Parkway and smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped mom carry grocery bags after.&lt;br /&gt;went home, i ate oats, she had pizza&lt;br /&gt;(that we also had for lunch earlier)&lt;br /&gt;shes home now, think shes kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;shes been here for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;think she missed home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it feels quieter..&lt;br /&gt;and no arms to run into before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;its a little lonelier.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope she doesnt get bored or sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;or of seeing me so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;how much i appreciate you being here&lt;br /&gt;these few days. (:&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry you were delayed in doing your work&lt;br /&gt;and that youre rushing it now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana be selfish,&lt;br /&gt;and i just wana say im super happy &lt;br /&gt;that i had you with me when i wasnt &lt;br /&gt;feeling tip-top.&lt;br /&gt;and panicking by myself in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;or alone in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;at least you were there,&lt;br /&gt;and you told me i wasnt.. alien.&lt;br /&gt;even if i were, you did a good job&lt;br /&gt;at making me feel better ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i was a pain these few days,&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry if i made it hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;i just wana say, a real big fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everything youve done for me.&lt;br /&gt;i cant thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;i love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-2722577028666341049?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2722577028666341049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=2722577028666341049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2722577028666341049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2722577028666341049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/09/ughh-gross-ness.html' title='ughh. gross-ness.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-6059251873978993686</id><published>2007-08-31T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T04:44:54.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she sleeeeeeeps</title><content type='html'>its almost sept! about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days to the apartment&lt;br /&gt;8 days to &lt;font size="2"&gt;stephs&lt;/font&gt; birthday&lt;br /&gt;12 days to &lt;font size="2"&gt;MY&lt;/font&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;16 days till &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel entirely bitter now..&lt;br /&gt;relatively happy. actually, im happy.&lt;br /&gt;its bad that im not tired,&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get my bodyclock going again.&lt;br /&gt;its like 445 am? zz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;font size="2"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/font&gt; is sleeping now&lt;br /&gt;sound asleep in my bed, rolled up in my blanket. &lt;br /&gt;ive taken a picture of her..&lt;br /&gt;i call &lt;i&gt;"tattoo-ed, sleeping, snoring &lt;br /&gt;and hugging a bright pink pillow"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been having nightmares. not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;theyre quite random too. &lt;br /&gt;some i cant remember, only this sinking feeling in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and feeling tired - like i didnt have a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when she sleeps next to me,&lt;br /&gt;i get these weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its about her..&lt;br /&gt;getting shot or something.&lt;br /&gt;or like, me trying not to drown?&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;BESTFLEN!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i've almost done learning yellow.&lt;br /&gt;just gotta get the plucking of the guitar STEADY&lt;br /&gt;and CONSTANT as i read off the lyrics off a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;we should choose a song to sing together.&lt;br /&gt;and i should go practice playing &lt;i&gt;"because of you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggles.&lt;br /&gt;when are you coming over!&lt;br /&gt;sugar misses her treats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shall we meet on sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and DONT LET PEOPLE TELL YOU THAT YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DONT OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;cause youre my bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;okay, but seriously..&lt;br /&gt;just take it again. it'll be sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;if you fail it, then well, yeah you can stop being bothered&lt;br /&gt;if you DONT, which i think might just happen,&lt;br /&gt;they can shut up and shove their words up their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;HEH.&lt;/strike&gt; ha!&lt;br /&gt;good night bestie, sleeeep well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;baby, my love is all i have to give&lt;br /&gt;without you i don't think i could live&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could give the world to you,&lt;br /&gt;but love is all i have to give.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-6059251873978993686?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6059251873978993686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=6059251873978993686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6059251873978993686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6059251873978993686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-sleeeeeeeps.html' title='she sleeeeeeeps'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-5593479482602408959</id><published>2007-08-27T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:06:00.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you still love me tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>tonight youre mine, completely.&lt;br /&gt;you give your love so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this a lasting treasure?&lt;br /&gt;or just a moment's pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;can i believe the magic of your sighs?&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;you say that im the only one.&lt;br /&gt;but will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;when the night meets the morning sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;is love i can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;so tell me now, and i wont ask again.&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;so tell me now, and i wont ask again.&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a really old song. think &lt;font size="2"&gt;amy winehouse&lt;/font&gt; sang a new version.&lt;br /&gt;i think its kinda sad.. yet half sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i know she'll always love me. she said so. nods.&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine everyone reading this would have rolled their eyes by now.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna have to get through a day,&lt;br /&gt;without her. &lt;br /&gt;without her telling me she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;with that smile of hers.. and the way she looks at me when she says it.&lt;br /&gt;the way she really means it.&lt;br /&gt;the way that makes me feel totally loved.&lt;br /&gt;and happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im learning a new song now.&lt;br /&gt;guitar parts kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;font size="2"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt; by coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;but im learning the &lt;font size="2"&gt;tanya chua&lt;/font&gt; version&lt;br /&gt;its not THAT bad. shes not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;its just the female version of &lt;font size="2"&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in C#. nods. well soon soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;shes gone off to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go lie in bed soon, and wait for her call ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;look at the stars, look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do. &lt;br /&gt;and you know, i'd bleed myself dry.&lt;br /&gt;and i love you, you know i love you so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-5593479482602408959?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5593479482602408959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=5593479482602408959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5593479482602408959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5593479482602408959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html' title='will you still love me tomorrow?'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-4211730741684924996</id><published>2007-08-20T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:38:07.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>everyones going all mushy now.&lt;br /&gt;so lets, give some flavor to the world-&lt;br /&gt;besides only &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother. is. freaking. me. out.&lt;br /&gt;shes recording all the shit i do on somesort of a table -&lt;br /&gt;or like some template or something.&lt;br /&gt;gees.&lt;br /&gt;i have ALOT to say to it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how she'll react to it,&lt;br /&gt;or how i'll react to it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant really be bothered.. it pissed me off to find out&lt;br /&gt;and it might piss me off even more if she doesnt have a good explanation why shes recording MY FUCKING LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;i know, shes my MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;but still, right? zz.&lt;br /&gt;privacy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so ive got a new piercing. thats 17.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself a long time ago that i want 26!!&lt;br /&gt;but im already running out of places.&lt;br /&gt;the new one's the &lt;u&gt;conch&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i like it. i like both of them. got two now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; pierced it with me..&lt;br /&gt;same side, same place. "couple piercing"? laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do admit, it hurt like fuck. but aye, the endorphin rush is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;damn it felt good. haha. &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; dint like it too much.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to show &lt;i&gt;wenny, denyse&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;geral&lt;/i&gt; the new piercing..&lt;br /&gt;but they cancelled the outing on sunday. hope i see them soon (:&lt;br /&gt;prolly meeting &lt;i&gt;denyse&lt;/i&gt; after sch in town for a while.&lt;br /&gt;have a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schs cold. and my classmate is complaining about his com -&lt;br /&gt;he was playing &lt;i&gt;CS&lt;/i&gt; with his laptop touchpad and his com hung.&lt;br /&gt;so hes just talking to his laptop and asking it to co-operate.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go smoke with my other classmates later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting &lt;strike&gt;bo-liao&lt;/strike&gt; boring/useless/unproductive&lt;br /&gt;i used to complain about ppl ranting on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;ranting abt how a aunty shoved her in the train,&lt;br /&gt;and how smart she was to go "SIAM LAH" back at the aunty&lt;br /&gt;or like how lame her brother is for taking her pencil&lt;br /&gt;... zz -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might update later.&lt;br /&gt;when i find more things to complain abt.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and do ppl actually read blogs?&lt;br /&gt;or read mine? i think i read my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;you think its crazy? whats wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i forget what i write - what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;so i refer!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go copy that list my mother has.&lt;br /&gt;HA. im not gonna be a good girl abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel violated. like she aint respecting what i do.&lt;br /&gt;yea its her house. what's she wan me to do?&lt;br /&gt;LIVE ON MY OWN!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, fuck, i would.&lt;br /&gt;6 more months - im out of poly.&lt;br /&gt;then if i go to australia..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;for at least 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can be as lesbian as i want.&lt;br /&gt;up yours, mommy.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be a bitch and make me feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;then im sorry, i aint opening up to you.&lt;br /&gt;you can go DIG OUT MY BLOG,&lt;br /&gt;(since youre already reading everyone else's)&lt;br /&gt;and then you can READ ALL THIS CRAP&lt;br /&gt;and realize that your daughter is NOT HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;that youre so pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know what i can say when im angry?&lt;br /&gt;nono, im not even angry. im SLIGHTLY irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre crazy, youre fucking lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;even i dont write down EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna say 'its my house' and that im 'in it'&lt;br /&gt;then you wanna write down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW MANY TIMES WE HAVE AWESOME SEX?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still in the house - its in a room IN the house&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel? if i counted the number of condoms you have&lt;br /&gt;or that i watch you, when you come in, when you go out.&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to daddy, when you go out with your friends,&lt;br /&gt;what time you come home, whether you even come home at all.&lt;br /&gt;all you do, is see the bad things - she stays, she leaves in the morning&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblah all that bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about.... that im HOME? that i TALK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;you take for granted dont you? i mean shit to you.&lt;br /&gt;youre just bored. or jealous that SOMEONE CARES ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;more than ANYONE ELSE CARES ABOUT YOU-&lt;br /&gt;well at least more than i can care for RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i did open up to you - almost trusted you&lt;br /&gt;but now, its all in my face. its UP MINE now.&lt;br /&gt;youve made me close up. wanna know what the fuck is close up?&lt;br /&gt;wait wait, i'll BLOW UP first. then close up.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna run behind daddy? sucks for you.&lt;br /&gt;im going to talk to him first. hes not gonna give-a-shit.&lt;br /&gt;then you can run to that suay useless sister of yours.&lt;br /&gt;that i REALLY dont care about.&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna know what happened between you three.&lt;br /&gt;WHO THREE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;daddy, you, and YOUR SISTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandal, pleaaaaaaase. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you want me to open up to you?&lt;br /&gt;how about you, madam-moiselle? huh?&lt;br /&gt;just cos youre the mother means you dont have to share?&lt;br /&gt;bull-fucking-shit. im human too. i have my limits for respect for people.&lt;br /&gt;INCLUDING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;just cos your my mom, doesnt mean i cant lose respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;you just totally pushed the limits.&lt;br /&gt;you DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were like, a 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;now youre not an ally anymore. youre some, spy for the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;god i feel cheated. you weird bitch.&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO I TELL YOU - too bored in the study room, IS IT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you just regret you popped out a pierced lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am. and i know you are who you are.&lt;br /&gt;i have calmed my temper like, hundred-fold since you first KNEW me&lt;br /&gt;when we were still living in &lt;u&gt;baycourt&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nice now. this is me being nice.&lt;br /&gt;and theres a part of me that goes&lt;br /&gt;"aww, dont really say all these things, you'll regret when you fall-out with your mother"&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I CARE - IM STARTING TO QUESTION IF YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me where i am, i say 'out'. then you get all emo on me and how i shouldnt push my bloody limits.&lt;br /&gt;when i ask you who youre going out with? WHAT DO YOU TELL ME!?&lt;br /&gt;"dont worry so much. and its my friend, lah"&lt;br /&gt;GOT "LAH" SOMEMORE. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WELL IM SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;does all this hurt?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WELCOME TO MY WORLD (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you REALLY expect me to trust you?&lt;br /&gt;im either going to TELL YOU ALL YOU CANNOT HANDLE&lt;br /&gt;and PUSH YOUR LIMITS&lt;br /&gt;or im just gonna shut off from you.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, &lt;u&gt;I'LL FUCKING SCARE YOU -&lt;br /&gt;WITH ALL THE INTRICATE DETAILS YOU CAN BARELY..&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-4211730741684924996?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4211730741684924996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=4211730741684924996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4211730741684924996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4211730741684924996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-3530862081463991429</id><published>2007-08-17T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:50:22.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red head</title><content type='html'>sch's so cold today.&lt;br /&gt;was late for class as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; on wed&lt;br /&gt;i like it.. nono i love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH and &lt;b&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt; bought me jeans yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;white skinny jeans from topshop.&lt;br /&gt;SWEEEEET. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the weekend. its FINALLY the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strike&gt;the wrong time of the month&lt;/strike&gt; something spoilt my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;laughs. dont think it'll stop &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt; though. giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing in sch tday. just slacked, smoked, walked arnd the labs, analyzed the labs, then walked back to class.&lt;br /&gt;played multiplayer psp &lt;b&gt;GTA vice city stories&lt;/b&gt;. FUN. :D&lt;br /&gt;got bored after a while thou. then started racing each other.&lt;br /&gt;so the class ordered pizza.. 50% sponsored by the teacher :O&lt;br /&gt;shes nice. i talked to her. she has a PhD in Ecology. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the pizza, smoke somemore.&lt;br /&gt;after pizza, smoke somemore.&lt;br /&gt;after school? im gonna smoke somemore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt; said shes going to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;schs real far.. hope shes not too tired. smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i like it when she picks me. makes me as happy as when i pick her from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sad this afternoon before lunch&lt;br /&gt;she disappeared again :( she always disappears in sch.&lt;br /&gt;sulks. but i understand, cos its SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;but it still makes me sad she just vanishes for like, 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i tell her i'll call her in like 2 hours (when it happens)&lt;br /&gt;then she doesnt have to keep checking her phone.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH small deal. dont know why im talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class started 45mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;babys&lt;/b&gt; at home. miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see her after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yes you bastards, die of diebetes! HA!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and shes so sweet.. she never liked blogs. she never had one&lt;br /&gt;but she has one now! hops-&lt;br /&gt;so cool. haha. at least now if/when shes bored and blogs&lt;br /&gt;i can go read it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank bubble tea and ate one slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;and now i need to pee bcos sch is sub-zero temp.&lt;br /&gt;you need like gloves if you wana retain the use of your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;typing warms them up..&lt;br /&gt;so does................ -trails off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i gotta run off to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;gonna warm my hands with....&lt;br /&gt;the hand dryer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-3530862081463991429?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-944802438518888137</id><published>2007-08-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:00:30.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>i just tried to post a fucking long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not meant to say&lt;br /&gt;what i said then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-944802438518888137?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/944802438518888137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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i copied and pasted it.&lt;br /&gt;yuck, cant stand irregularities.&lt;br /&gt;ugh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-3553701913301593140?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3553701913301593140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=3553701913301593140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/3553701913301593140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/3553701913301593140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/err.html' title='err'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-2046383895702676595</id><published>2007-07-31T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:27:27.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genomics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"In vertebrate cells, the methylation of cytosine seems&lt;br /&gt; to provide an important mechanism for distinguishing&lt;br /&gt;genes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;that are active from those that are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The methylated form of cysteine,&lt;br /&gt;5-methylcytosine (5-methyl C),&lt;br /&gt;has the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;same relation to cytosine that thymine&lt;br /&gt;has to uracil and the modification likewise&lt;br /&gt;has no effect on base-pairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, a simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mechanism permits the&lt;br /&gt;existing pattern of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p:onmouseclick hyperlinktype="url" location="5090" href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/bv.fcgi?rid=mboc4.glossary.4754"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/bv.fcgi?rid=mboc4.glossary.4754#5090" target="_parent" onclick="window.event.cancelBubble=true;"&gt;DNA methylation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p:onmouseclick&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; to be inherited&lt;br /&gt;directly by the daughter DNA strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;An enzyme called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maintenance methyltransferase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acts preferentially on those CG sequences that&lt;br /&gt;are base-paired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;with a CG sequence that is&lt;br /&gt;already methylated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the pattern of DNA methylation&lt;br /&gt;on the parental DNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;strand serves as a&lt;br /&gt;template for the methylation of the daughter DNA strand,&lt;br /&gt;causing this pattern to be inherited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;directly&lt;br /&gt;following DNA replication."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i used to think it was ultimately cool&lt;br /&gt;that i got a chance to study all this.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, to be honest, if information was spoon-fed&lt;br /&gt;to you, its bloodly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise? like PBL systems? its fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those paragraphs are EASY. wait til you see the diagrams.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry just looking at them. it takes so much brain work&lt;br /&gt;that i fall asleep staring at them! zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my classmates arent helping. i tink they actually..&lt;br /&gt;understand this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel kinda out of place.&lt;br /&gt;theres a fat bitch in my group, she looks like those&lt;br /&gt;church freaks. the kind that doesnt know what a handphone is.&lt;br /&gt;well i compiled the powerpoint slides for my team,&lt;br /&gt;cos i dint really do ANYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;and she dint do anything either.. so what does she do?&lt;br /&gt;she REARRANGES WHATEVER I ARRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;talk about trying to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i was more angry or irritated.&lt;br /&gt;or sad even. gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously?! i mean i arrange it to give the presentation&lt;br /&gt;some sort of a 'flow'.. and SHE comes and un-does it&lt;br /&gt;and my teammates were like "Huh? wasnt cell determination&lt;br /&gt;before cell differentiation?" zz. x2. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right eye is kinda spasming on me now&lt;br /&gt;its being stupid cos my eyes are dry and tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i rub it and it tears. so i look like im crying,&lt;br /&gt;in one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna wait to go smoke soon. then make my way to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;baby, sorry i was kinda a bitch this morning,&lt;br /&gt;im real tired, and i was slightly grumpy. you being&lt;br /&gt;grumpy too dint help both of us either.&lt;br /&gt;but i tried to calm myself, and make sure i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;being unreasonable. hugs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gonna go now. before christine calls me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-2046383895702676595?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2046383895702676595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=2046383895702676595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2046383895702676595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/2046383895702676595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/genomics.html' title='genomics.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-9099950058396222400</id><published>2007-07-27T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:59:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>this world is sometimes so cold&lt;br /&gt;but you dont have to go&lt;br /&gt;youre feeling sad, youre feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;and no one seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;your mothers gone,&lt;br /&gt;your father hits you,&lt;br /&gt;this pain you cannot bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;we all have the same things to go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;hold on, it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your days you say, are way too long&lt;br /&gt;and your nights you cant sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;and youre not sure what youre looking for&lt;br /&gt;but you dont want to no more.&lt;br /&gt;youre not sure what youre waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;but you dont want to no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont stop looking, youre one step closer&lt;br /&gt;dont stop searching, its not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days may get rough&lt;br /&gt;times may get tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all eventually pull through.&lt;br /&gt;bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;bad day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;its okay, we'll look forward to the days&lt;br /&gt;where we're all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it'll get better,&lt;br /&gt;and i promise you it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-9099950058396222400?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-8468936634923924606</id><published>2007-07-25T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:42:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>dont we all wish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; we could just close our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;fade into the background.&lt;br /&gt;and disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; our ciggarette will last longer,&lt;br /&gt;just to sit there a little while longer and talk?&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; when tears well up in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could just bow your head..&lt;br /&gt;and just weep in pain?&lt;br /&gt;and wait for the rain to wash it away?&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; you wish&lt;br /&gt;that the person youre fighting with,&lt;br /&gt;would just stop talking about it,&lt;br /&gt;and just TOUCH you. even for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you just wish for it to rain,&lt;br /&gt;to feel the cold, sharp raindrops taste your skin,&lt;br /&gt;and you can embrace the downpour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you wish your heart would&lt;br /&gt;stop aching, stop the tears from welling.&lt;br /&gt;or find something that could stop it.&lt;br /&gt;or how &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; you wish you'd forget,&lt;br /&gt;everything. to stop eating yourself alive..&lt;br /&gt;when youre alone- when no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; you wish you stop crying&lt;br /&gt;when you sit by your window, ciggarette in hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you wallow yourself in regret,&lt;br /&gt;you live in bitterness, hating yourself for something&lt;br /&gt;youve done, or youve NOT done.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you wish you wouldnt wake.&lt;br /&gt;or even &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you wish for a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;ANY surprise. on a bad day. thanking the world&lt;br /&gt;when it finally comes to you- if it even does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, you wish you could stop feeling,&lt;br /&gt;even to stop feeling happy, for fear of it being taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; how you wish.&lt;br /&gt;that all the effort you take,&lt;br /&gt;to run away from reality,&lt;br /&gt;that it wouldnt catch up?&lt;br /&gt;give you time to breathe through it?&lt;br /&gt;catch your breath from running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life sucks, theres no such thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-8468936634923924606?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8468936634923924606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=8468936634923924606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/8468936634923924606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/8468936634923924606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-1963055080616272034</id><published>2007-07-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:37:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoou.</title><content type='html'>okay boring-&lt;br /&gt;in class. bet the tcher can hear me typing.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind i dont really care,&lt;br /&gt;its 330, class is kinda over.&lt;br /&gt;going to go smoke with &lt;u&gt;poh heng&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;emma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both have UT thou. so i might meet them after.&lt;br /&gt;then going down to meet Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tons of school work to do;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised, i have TWO final yr projects.&lt;br /&gt;just bcos we dont have attachments,&lt;br /&gt;we gotta do TWO FYP's. OMG. dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the current one is giving me workload til my neck&lt;br /&gt;not even thinking about the professional profiling i gta do&lt;br /&gt;then i gotta finish this one by august/september&lt;br /&gt;than get ready for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, you gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;ive been illustrating all the experimental nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are tired, so is my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost enjoying the stress,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feels so long ago since ive felt, relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;even this wednesday, the no-school day&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get to sch for mock poster presentation&lt;br /&gt;then i gotta get my ass over to teach tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cries.&lt;br /&gt;and last night, had such a bad headache,&lt;br /&gt;popped a panadol then knocked out&lt;br /&gt;til morning. :(&lt;br /&gt;Baby called me 62 times and i dint answer&lt;br /&gt;OMG i swear i felt damn bad :(((&lt;br /&gt;so so sorry. sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started 'fighting' about..&lt;br /&gt;how i say things i dont mean.&lt;br /&gt;do i? do i really?&lt;br /&gt;like what? saying sorry just cos theres&lt;br /&gt;no other word that fits? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say i aint pissed,&lt;br /&gt;i just aint. its not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;if im angry you'll know im angry.&lt;br /&gt;even then i dont have the heart&lt;br /&gt;to be angry at &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving class now.&lt;br /&gt;its too cold, and i gotta get to the lab&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore final yr project stuffs. sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i find peace when im confused,&lt;br /&gt;i find hope when im down,&lt;br /&gt;not in me. but in YOU.&lt;br /&gt;its all i know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-1963055080616272034?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1963055080616272034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=1963055080616272034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1963055080616272034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/1963055080616272034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoou.html' title='yoou.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-6954855081680211443</id><published>2007-07-14T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T04:50:27.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl next door</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; small town homecoming queen,&lt;br /&gt;shes the star in the scene&lt;br /&gt;theres no way to deny she's lovely&lt;br /&gt;perfect skin, perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that inside shes ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just jealous&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;secretly i wonder&lt;br /&gt;if my girlfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes the prom queen,&lt;br /&gt;im in a marching band,&lt;br /&gt;she is the cheerleader,&lt;br /&gt;im sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;she gets the top bunk,&lt;br /&gt;im sleeping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;shes miss singapore&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just the girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior class president&lt;br /&gt;she must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;she was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;a backseat debutaunt&lt;br /&gt;everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;never too harsh, or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;im a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves her&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna hit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im feeling&lt;br /&gt;sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;i spend all my time wishing&lt;br /&gt;that i was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a little bit&lt;br /&gt;she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;shes miss singapore&lt;br /&gt;but im just the girl next door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;the stupid kid next door.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i dreamt yesterday made me feel&lt;br /&gt;that i was the girl next door,&lt;br /&gt;compared to her.&lt;br /&gt;dreamt of someone, i was insecure about&lt;br /&gt;whatever-&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. and i just felt that&lt;br /&gt;no one can be as pretty as her&lt;br /&gt;as good as her, or that shes always,&lt;br /&gt;a little better than me.&lt;br /&gt;and it's true,&lt;br /&gt;i did try to tell myself, that inside&lt;br /&gt;shes hideous.&lt;br /&gt;but nope. it's plain obvious&lt;br /&gt;she aint that bad. she aint bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. my sch senior somemore.&lt;br /&gt;even more to compare, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know im just being insecure,&lt;br /&gt;as in.. dreaming about all this&lt;br /&gt;that prolly isn't true, and that's in the past.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. just wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are horribly real,&lt;br /&gt;and i hate dreaming these dreams..&lt;br /&gt;without waking up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word out to &lt;b&gt;denyse&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;stay happy please? it's been a LONG road&lt;br /&gt;youre finally at the end of that&lt;br /&gt;long lonely road youve been walking&lt;br /&gt;for months, and months.&lt;br /&gt;smile please, i want &lt;i&gt;the joy&lt;/i&gt; back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word out to &lt;b&gt;jenny&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;youre leaving on the 25th,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE meet us.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sad if you and &lt;i&gt;fox&lt;/i&gt; dont get&lt;br /&gt;a chance to meet.&lt;br /&gt;okay? :):) call me soon..&lt;br /&gt;and take care of those teeth..&lt;br /&gt;well cant really ask you to take care&lt;br /&gt;of the one you plucked out,&lt;br /&gt;but you know what i mean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word out to &lt;b&gt;bestflen&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;bestflen-day soon okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;or at least lets just meet yah?&lt;br /&gt;maybe like lunch every sunday or sth.&lt;br /&gt;hugs. and try get jenny out for me.&lt;br /&gt;laughs. i think her phones always off.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys tons. (:&lt;br /&gt;see you all soon aights. hugsss-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-6954855081680211443?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6954855081680211443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=6954855081680211443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6954855081680211443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6954855081680211443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/girl-next-door.html' title='girl next door'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-5687067539107913594</id><published>2007-06-12T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:04:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;she may be the face i cant forget&lt;br /&gt;the trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;may be my treasure or the price i have to pay&lt;br /&gt;she might be the song that summer sings&lt;br /&gt;may be the chill that autumn brings&lt;br /&gt;may be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;within the measure of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may be the beauty or the beast&lt;br /&gt;may be the famine or the feast&lt;br /&gt;may turn each day into&lt;br /&gt;a heaven or a hell&lt;br /&gt;she may be the mirror of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;the smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;she may not be what she may seem&lt;br /&gt;inside her shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she who always so happy in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;no one's allowed to see them when they cry&lt;br /&gt;she may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;may come to be from shadows in the past&lt;br /&gt;but i'll remember til the day i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may be the reason i survive&lt;br /&gt;the way and wherefore i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;the one i'll care for&lt;br /&gt;thru the rough and many years&lt;br /&gt;i'll take her laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;and make them all souveniers&lt;br /&gt;where she goes i've got to be&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of my live is &lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song says all :)&lt;br /&gt;shes mine, shes all ive wanted.&lt;br /&gt;and im happy.&lt;br /&gt;im finally, happy.&lt;br /&gt;i've looked high and low for it,&lt;br /&gt;i've tried working for it,&lt;br /&gt;praying for it,&lt;br /&gt;and it's finally mine..&lt;br /&gt;happiness is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smile everytime i hear this song.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna keep smiling. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might not know how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;she might never know how special she is.&lt;br /&gt;i might never know how much she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;i might never know how special i am to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;we have each other now, and its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;denyse&lt;/i&gt; says that everyones sad now&lt;br /&gt;everyones all like, breaking up and shit.&lt;br /&gt;but no, we'll be good for a long time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commitment problems? naw.&lt;br /&gt;not for me, not for she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes damn sweet. i felt like wearing orange tday.&lt;br /&gt;just cos its a monday.&lt;br /&gt;and she wore orange with me..&lt;br /&gt;well i kinda asked her to, and shes sweet enough&lt;br /&gt;to wear orange with me too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gemma&lt;/i&gt; was like,&lt;br /&gt;"WAH BOTH WEARING SAME COLOR! SICK!" -.-"&lt;br /&gt;sick, meaning.. idk what it means. but yeah its not like&lt;br /&gt;GROSS. i hope. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think we'll be bored if we go on thurs, just both of us?&lt;br /&gt;think &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; doesnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shes&lt;/i&gt; gonna ask her darling to go&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know who else can/will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wenny&lt;/i&gt; SURELY cant go.&lt;br /&gt;her parents will skin her if she asks i think.&lt;br /&gt;even then, i dont think she even WANTS to go -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we'll see when thurs comes. as for now,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is ice-skating with &lt;i&gt;denyse&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then don't know what we're doing after.&lt;br /&gt;then wednesday is rollerblading with &lt;i&gt;wenny, denyse&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thurs is zouk. &lt;i&gt;emma&lt;/i&gt; is going too. bet we'll see&lt;br /&gt;quite a few people there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; just called me. gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful, you're my favourite girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-5687067539107913594?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5687067539107913594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=5687067539107913594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5687067539107913594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5687067539107913594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/she.html' title='she.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-6956387878689409773</id><published>2007-05-18T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T03:15:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive</title><content type='html'>todays words for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes, i feel of uncertainty stinging clear.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant help but ask myself how much&lt;br /&gt;i'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.&lt;br /&gt;it's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.&lt;br /&gt;but lately im beginning to find that i shld be the one behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever tomorrow brings, i'll be there with open arms and open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;whatever tomorrow brings i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if i decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive&lt;br /&gt;will i choose water over wine and holy my own and drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever tomorrow brings, i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;andyousaidnever,butwasneverreallyNEVER?&lt;br /&gt;idontknowhowmuchtoaccept,andhowmuchtoforget.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-6956387878689409773?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6956387878689409773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=6956387878689409773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6956387878689409773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/6956387878689409773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/drive.html' title='drive'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-5148688923476705297</id><published>2007-05-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:01:55.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the way you love me</title><content type='html'>heard this on the way home&lt;br /&gt;(again. yesyes i know)&lt;br /&gt;and i just liked it.&lt;br /&gt;made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;cos i thought of her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i like the feel of your name on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;and i like the sound of ur sweet gentle kiss.&lt;br /&gt;the way you run ur fingers thru my hair..&lt;br /&gt;and how ur scent lingers, even when&lt;br /&gt;youre not there.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way ur eyes dance wen you laugh..&lt;br /&gt;and how you convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;with everyone watching like we're insane.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the way you love me.&lt;br /&gt;i could list a million things&lt;br /&gt;i love to like about you.&lt;br /&gt;woo baby i love the way you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love the way you love me.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i dont wanna let it go.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try every little bit&lt;br /&gt;here and there..&lt;br /&gt;to have you trust me.&lt;br /&gt;but i know,&lt;br /&gt;and you know,&lt;br /&gt;that im gonna run outta ways.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna run out of tears&lt;br /&gt;to cry when i cant think of anytin more.&lt;br /&gt;whats gonna happen then?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want us to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this...&lt;br /&gt;habit of reminding myself..&lt;br /&gt;to get in between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you touch a stove,&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts, it burns.&lt;br /&gt;you RMB it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;you wont touch it again.&lt;br /&gt;if you FORGET it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;you'll touch it again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna touch it again.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta make sure i rmb.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. krystal's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i hope it all turns out good.&lt;br /&gt;if it backfires,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna suck, SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;but trust me,&lt;br /&gt;i aint gonna take paracetamol&lt;br /&gt;or acetaminphen.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt kill.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im kinda busy&lt;br /&gt;talking on msn&lt;br /&gt;so many bloody windows&lt;br /&gt;and im perspiring..&lt;br /&gt;cos my aircon aint on -.-"&lt;br /&gt;and i need to smoke. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ihopemyexecptiondoesntgotowaste.&lt;br /&gt;i hopemylovedoesntgotowaste.&lt;br /&gt;ifitdoes,i'lltakeitlikeaman.&lt;br /&gt;cosideserveit.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-5148688923476705297?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5148688923476705297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=5148688923476705297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5148688923476705297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/5148688923476705297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-way-you-love-me.html' title='i love the way you love me'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-4324994452054899313</id><published>2007-05-10T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:35:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Again</title><content type='html'>okay. so lets not be drama-mama's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i came across these lyrics - what're the fucking chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna scare anyone away.. but imma say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could sing it, damn straight i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i never feel you in my arms again,&lt;br /&gt;if i never feel ur tender kiss again,&lt;br /&gt;if i never hear 'i love you' now and then,&lt;br /&gt;will i never make love to you once again?&lt;br /&gt;please understand, if love ends,&lt;br /&gt;then i promise you, i promise you that,&lt;br /&gt;that i shall never breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the way things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the love that you gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant get you outta my head;&lt;br /&gt;how in the world would i begin,&lt;br /&gt;to let you walk out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;and throw my heart away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop caring about&lt;br /&gt;the person who fits my hand?&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop doing without&lt;br /&gt;the center of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant get you outta my mind.&lt;br /&gt;god knows how hard ive tried.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stop doing without&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. time for next post.&lt;br /&gt;don feel like continuing this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-4324994452054899313?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4324994452054899313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=4324994452054899313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4324994452054899313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/4324994452054899313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/breathe-again.html' title='Breathe Again'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15657442.post-7903355436627983475</id><published>2007-05-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:24:07.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary.</title><content type='html'>blame it on friendster,&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the internet,&lt;br /&gt;blame it on ME even&lt;br /&gt;or blame it on the fucking weatherman while youre at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see pictures and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve saved them while i fucking could.&lt;br /&gt;im NOT going back to &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; friendster again.&lt;br /&gt;why do i bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of seeing something there that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;i see something that makes me wanna walk away.&lt;br /&gt;leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;i can do without the ache.&lt;br /&gt;i can do without me thinking about ur exs.&lt;br /&gt;i can do without the fact i KNOW that becos of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;im going to &lt;strike&gt;cry&lt;/strike&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im selfish. i get it. you are mine.  you have to be ALL mine.&lt;br /&gt;i dont share. i dont WISH to share. ever.&lt;br /&gt;first it's friendster's problem.. of how what, 23 out of 60 pictures&lt;br /&gt;weren't supposed to be there?&lt;br /&gt;i fucking shouldve saved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then now i see one that makes me raise an eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;well its not explicit.&lt;br /&gt;but sure as shit doesn't make me wanna go back to that page.&lt;br /&gt;i just told myself; there's nothing in there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dont visit. lah.&lt;br /&gt;easy peasy. i'll go write my bestfriend a &lt;strike&gt;testimonial&lt;/strike&gt;/comment..&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. zz. don't know why i bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bestfren&lt;/b&gt; says not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;"the past is the past. if you keep dwelling on the past,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be too busy to enjoy the present, and too&lt;br /&gt;caught up to create a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past is what makes the person who they are NOW.&lt;br /&gt;the past is what can come back,&lt;br /&gt;AND BITE YOU IN THE FUCKING ASS.&lt;br /&gt;or UP it if it's your girlfriend's past. O.O&lt;br /&gt;the past has changed the person&lt;br /&gt;to what they are now.&lt;br /&gt;good, or bad.&lt;br /&gt;and normally, it's the person who changed them,&lt;br /&gt;that has the biggest impact on their life.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if she doesn't love &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;it's who &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; does that matters.&lt;br /&gt;okay. going out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've got a past too.&lt;br /&gt;at least it doesnt sit around&lt;br /&gt;in my iphotos, or in my handphone&lt;br /&gt;or in my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not blind.&lt;br /&gt;but i can pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;you can call me psycho, sure&lt;br /&gt;know what it feels like to be so tired?&lt;br /&gt;of that ache in ur 'center'?&lt;br /&gt;when you see something.. you dont want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i haven seen anything do anything&lt;br /&gt;gravely wrong in my face.&lt;br /&gt;i might lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono okay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;and im still tough enough to turn&lt;br /&gt;and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;hurts, yeah no shit.&lt;br /&gt;but im still tough enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whose eyes am i behind? i dont recognise&lt;br /&gt;anything that i see.&lt;br /&gt;whose skin is this design?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this to be the way that you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;in this world that im tired of&lt;br /&gt;is taking me right up these walls&lt;br /&gt;that i climb up to get to ur story&lt;br /&gt;is anything but ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the world is on it's knees&lt;br /&gt;with me its fine&lt;br /&gt;and when i come to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;i get nothing but left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody seems to be getting what they need&lt;br /&gt;wheres mine?&lt;br /&gt;cos youre what i need so very&lt;br /&gt;but im anything but ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you save me from this world of mine?&lt;br /&gt;before i get myself arrested with this expectation&lt;br /&gt;you are the one, look what youve done&lt;br /&gt;what have you done? this is not some kinda joke&lt;br /&gt;youre just a kid. you werent ready for what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im tryin to save the world for you&lt;br /&gt;youve been saving me too.&lt;br /&gt;we could jus stay here and save each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im anything but ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15657442-7903355436627983475?l=ittastesfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7903355436627983475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15657442&amp;postID=7903355436627983475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/7903355436627983475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15657442/posts/default/7903355436627983475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ittastesfunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/ordinary.html' title='Ordinary.'/><author><name>` KrystaL*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/krystalwang/Photo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
