<?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-7935841</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:46:56.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yokokopops.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4130918108196820298</id><published>2010-01-17T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:15:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://armpitjuice.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARMPITJUICE.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL totally not kidding - I love the name it's fucking funny! Make me chuckle every time I say it out loud rofl rofl rofl rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, see ya'll on the otherside :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - read from bottom post up okay if not you'll be like WTF-ing the whole way through rofl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4130918108196820298?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4130918108196820298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4130918108196820298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1075629820275594038</id><published>2010-01-14T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:51:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE! DON'T CALL THE POLICE!</title><content type='html'>OH HAI DERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone keeps bitching about how they can't see find the old photos cuz I locked the template, so here you go, you can view the old posts now all you naggy bitches rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, feeling a whole shitload better, just had to get over the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, moved! Too many old memories here for now - time to move/ cut hair/ change life/ buy dog/ plant garden/ kick young children/ get piercings / get tattoos/ adopt a child etc etc etc ! Am a little apprehensive about sharing the new site though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will let you guys know when more time has passed - say, a week approx or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, take care ya'll &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1075629820275594038?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1075629820275594038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1075629820275594038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-alive-dont-call-police.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE! DON&apos;T CALL THE POLICE!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7451363283958514807</id><published>2010-01-14T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:31:37.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to be honest.</title><content type='html'>It is probably blindingly obvious to everyone just how much I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I love you too much to see the situation as everyone sees it. I made a commitment to you and now I'm having a hard time breaking that commitment, even though you broke it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to be fucking honest. Part of the reason why is because I'm afraid I'll never find another person like you - who loved me for all that I was, tolerated and (dare I say it?) perhaps even loved my amazing powers of sarcasm and bullshit. But mostly, it's because I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified at how stupid I must be to be blind enough not to see this side of you. Terrified to know how inadequate I must be for you to feel the need to cheat. Terrified that I'll never find someone else who loves me the way i am - fucking foul mouth, bad temper and all. The thought of life without you scares me fucking shitless, but today i finally realized that no matter how much I love you - you might not feel the same way about me. Not anymore, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being such a coward, stop being afraid of being lonely for the months ahead, stop clinging on to the (improbable) hope that you'll realize how much i mean to you - because really, I might not have ever meant that much to you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will ask for one last day with him, after which I will try my best never to look back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone for all those months without you, I can fucking do it again. Going to nut up then shut up and hopefully never ever talk about this shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am now putting all my thoughts under lock and key. I love writing, and I will continue to do so - just not here. Being too public with this shit will earn me nothing but judgment, scorn or pity - all of which I really don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's been a immensely fun run and I thank you for reading me. Perhaps one day when I'm not half-mad from sadness anymore I will unlock this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl (LMAO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7451363283958514807?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7451363283958514807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7451363283958514807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-to-be-honest.html' title='It&apos;s time to be honest.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-955395669013393370</id><published>2010-01-11T16:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:22:51.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masochist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLZzoi3QD10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLZzoi3QD10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;How can I decide what's right&lt;br /&gt;when you're clouding up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I can't win your losing fight all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;How did we get here when I used to know you so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;There's something i see in you&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's good that you're keeping me waiting. It's torture, but the longer you take, the more time I have to think - soon I'll realize how dumb I'm being to be even still waiting in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is it that I know the cons greatly outweigh the pros, that your previous actions were irresponsible and heartbreaking and yet, i still find myself wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-955395669013393370?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/955395669013393370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/955395669013393370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/masochist.html' title='Masochist.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5282932155861520931</id><published>2010-01-10T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:47:28.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKER LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:52 WINS FOREVER ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy almost made it today. I ignored his msn msgs in the morning and blocked him off, but caved in at 8pm. It takes time I guess? Some habits are hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed Shaun's place for awhile to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs148.snc3/17542_236344297861_758412861_3137805_3264344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how his hair looks like in the morning ROFL. WITHOUT GEL. Super amazing rofl rofl rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then had to leave for a family gathering, so Haris picked me up and sent me home. I rode pillion and initially i was scared shitless, but it got better after I realized i probably wouldn't die lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding a bike is pretty exhilarating. You hear nothing but your heart beating in your ears and the wind whipping past your face, especially along the long highway roads. I kinda like it. You just sit and watch as the world speeds past, observing everything and nothing at the same time - really keeps the brain blank and for that short amount of time, i was pain free. Must do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4262735380_2e3154e75b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him my bitch lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just talked a little to keep my mind off him. But now he's gone home and everything is just silent again and when the silence comes, wallowing immediately follows. God damn I hate wallowing. I try to keep preoccupied - making stuff, doing work but God damn when there's no one around me, you're just in my head. I can't make you go away, i can't make the pain go away, I just want to be over you asap zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy gonna go make more shit now or something k bai zzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5282932155861520931?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5282932155861520931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5282932155861520931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-boat-motherfucker-lol.html' title='ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKER LOL'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4262735380_2e3154e75b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5662554332544302467</id><published>2010-01-10T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:10:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty by ASSociation rofl rofl rofl rofl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4261388603_a10ae7e46c_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4261388365_b7b3a19c7f_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4262141256_9905230000_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL A+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5662554332544302467?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5662554332544302467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5662554332544302467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/guilty-by-association-rofl-rofl-rofl.html' title='Guilty by ASSociation rofl rofl rofl rofl.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6537717219406787306</id><published>2010-01-10T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:26:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nafuckingbei.</title><content type='html'>Am super fucking cranky right now like srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourselves - or rather - each other like you've already done so in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be fucked to be nice anymore - to think I even felt really bad for you for being collateral damage and that he broke your heart too - wah seriously, still want to play victim card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking annoyed. No scratch that - up to my eyeballs in rage and am turning green now going to hulk out any second tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. You two deserve each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Yokokopops/34q5v9w.gif?t=1263111486"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Yokokopops/mlk1mr.gif?t=1263111486"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Yokokopops/w9irfc.gif?t=1263111492"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6537717219406787306?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6537717219406787306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6537717219406787306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/nafuckingbei.html' title='Nafuckingbei.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1920127507494084313</id><published>2010-01-10T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:32:02.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And time marches on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4260468289_8d22087092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena Pena! Thanks for the company yesterday - I had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4260472505_d8fac6bafc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4260475995_cf9313a4e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the long and short of things in generally rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="226" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/235605187861" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/235605187861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="226"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know you can't see shit here, but this is actually them vigorously "pedaling" with their wiimotes HAHAHAHAA just listen to the sound okay - i think they didn't realize they were screaming/yelling ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4260483211_65134216d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4261234056_6a6097d348.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying after the super intensely tiring rabbid race HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4261257188_fb941f6737.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacking porridge for supper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4261250348_d6f8242649.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiyern~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4260492625_75611507b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4261261224_b7d739a363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4261253670_f842baee91.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4261271070_e1a164ce75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel ate Shaun's Tofu - if you know what i mean lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been wearing my glasses these few days because my eyes are so swollen i have quadruple eyelids so i keep having to squint, which gives me a motherfucker of a headache. Everyone's like WTF YOU HAVE GLASSES?! like hello how long have you known me how do you not know I'm (very slightly) visually impaired lol??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy okay, going to find a place to crash later so i won't be alone today k bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1920127507494084313?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1920127507494084313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1920127507494084313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-time-marches-on.html' title='And time marches on.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4260468289_8d22087092_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7282742771959273138</id><published>2010-01-10T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:54:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never means forever.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired okay. Every fucking time I want to believe you, more evidence crops up that you're a cheating asswipe, more evidence that you're STILL fucking two-timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him today. I told him I just wanted my watch back, but really I just wanted to see how we are when we're together, to see if it was possible to move forward. And yeah okay I couldn't resist and I hugged him (Cue all my friends screaming that I am a fucking idiot. Done? Okay moving on). It felt so good, so fucking right and yet part of my brain was like FUCK THIS SHIT STOP IT STOP BEING SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked like everything was normal, our chemistry amazing as usual, just behaving like our old selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left to meet his friends (as did I) and for awhile, I was a little happier now that I had hope that things would work themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BOOMZ (lol), someone dropped a new motherfucking huge-ass bomb on me - even bigger and badder than the last 20 and now I could never, ever fucking look at you the same fucking way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell me you love me and tell her you love her at the same fucking time? If you can't tell me exactly who you want to be with at the drop of a hat, if you still need time to "think", then fuck it - you obviously don't know who or what you want. Fuck this shit - you can fucking have her; she can fucking have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no part of someone so fucking two-faced, to be able to lie to me again and again and again and again and afuckingain over and over and over and over - it just pisses me the fucking fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've honestly never loved someone as much as I love you (note present tense, because I'm not a lying whore), have never been as close to anymore, have never found anyone else who was able to hold my interest for as long as you have. I'm sorry that you destroyed us and decimated my heart in the process of doing so. I'm grateful for all the good times, and i'm not going to lie - i miss you, i will miss you, i won't stop missing you for a long time - but it's about time for me to stop being such a disillusioned lovesick retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted him off bbm, ignored most of the msgs that came flooding in, kept rejecting all the calls but they got so fucking annoying i had to freaking turn my fucking phone off. I'm angry now, which is a hundred times better than overwhelming sadness, but obviously I won't stay angry for too long and hopefully, this post will remind me why i should stop trusting him, because every single time I get my hopes up, they get shot down and I really am tired of trying to nurse my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my squasher friends, I am (honestly) probably not going to see ya'll for a long time, seeing how i no longer have a reason to even be near a squash court. It's been a fun ride, you're all awesome and possibly insane, I'm glad and grateful to have met you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's back to wii-ing insanely and keeping myself preoccupied and possibly fucking you out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we will be together again when you stop being an asshole/ when you have realized how stupid you were to lose me (because I am an amazing girlfriend lol), but right now I can't look at you without wanting to hurl, so goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not gonna lie, will need back up with this staying-away-from-him thing, so if you see me getting soft-hearted and leaning towards taking him back, please txt me/ msn me/ facebook me/ slap me across the face with a fish / call me and scream your lungs out at me. Free pass to yell at Yoko/SWMNBN LEH! Everyone's like scrambling for their phones now lor i bet lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, I really need to pee lol bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7282742771959273138?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7282742771959273138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7282742771959273138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-means-forever.html' title='Never means forever.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8031230204995972670</id><published>2010-01-09T09:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:07:52.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't trust a ho(man)  (lol forever at adequate song name)</title><content type='html'>It's worst when it's quiet. Just before you sleep or right after you wake - that's like the potential stab-self period lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked yesterday - I tried to figure out what in the fucking hell went wrong. The reason was really fucking twisted, to be completely fucking honest - but still I feel like I had a part to play in it. I know it's no excuse to cheat, but I know I pressured him quite a bit. Every time he wasn't there, I'd push a little more, ask for more time, more attention. I'd get more resentful each time he wasn't there when something major happened. The more I pushed, the more guilt and pressure he felt, the more he pulled away - how fucking twisted is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting time with him pushed him straight into someone else's arms - go me. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not a good enough reason to cheat (is there even a good enough reason??) but still - you can see why i feel crazy guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as everyone puts it - he's playing me and i'm being a really stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck me i'm still confused as ever. He's supposed to Mr.Decent, and now everything's played out this way. Even with all the evidence I've been given - I still want to make it work lol. I guess there really is no limit for stupidity, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back to being perpetually happy when we were together - that's probably why i keep grasping at straws lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cut off contact after the call - burns like crazy, but needed to be done. Going to take time away from him for 2 or 3 weeks and hopefully make a rational decision when the wounds aren't so fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my polyfriends are freaking amazing. They camped outside my house and brought me comfort, CDs and comfort food lol. I didn't even know they were there - I was actually leaving the house to pick Ziying up from the MRT and when i opened the door, chingy popped out from nowhere and was all like ~SURPRISE~!!!! lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs bras when i've got such good friends/siblings lol - they're all the support I need &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was looking at the my previous posts and i found this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4258693782_f931cc76df_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL the irony is just killing me right now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to get some schoolwork done and try not to think of anything at all. bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8031230204995972670?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8031230204995972670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8031230204995972670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-trust-homan-lol-forever-at.html' title='Don&apos;t trust a ho(man)  (lol forever at adequate song name)'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-9210952180901625844</id><published>2010-01-08T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:41:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated server, that's me lol.</title><content type='html'>Woke up today feeling shitty. Txted for backup and just like that, re-enforcements arrived in the form of Haris and Shaun, Zinc and Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. Really made me feel a whole lot better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with Shaun - Cirque de freak. It really was pretty good, although the kissing scene was like a stab to the face lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4255779639_8841e0ab64.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjonging before his flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4255782207_1dd19d2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4255784511_1f20dd50d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL look at me all happy like toad and shit. Wish everything would rewind and play out differently heh. I was looking through my phone and activated the camera and his face popped up across the screen and it was like *STAB SELF* /dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4255791077_925daae231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4255786715_486e0a2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaying out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4255794193_4b8700f3c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CONDOMS ARE EATING THEIR HEADS ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4256558848_27c0c8d3e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4256561054_d304e5beb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they got me eating. Yesterday I couldn't even eat, which is probably a good thing seeing how much fat I've yet to lose lol. My sister is awesome - she bought me hot fries + a chocolate fudge sundae (which is probably the best comfort food combo ever) but i really couldn't lol. Super sad - waste HOT FRIES LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my brother/haris/shaun hijacked my phone and all individually threatened to sodomize him lol. I know I shouldn't laugh but I did - it's sweet that they're all so protective lol. Thanks dudes, you're all awesome &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going to cut off ties with him today, for my sanity's sake. I need some time away to think rationally, whether you're worth the potential hurt or not zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, going to need it, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-9210952180901625844?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/9210952180901625844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/9210952180901625844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedicated-server-thats-me-lol.html' title='Dedicated server, that&apos;s me lol.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4255779639_8841e0ab64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4402961498913625995</id><published>2010-01-08T06:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:04:11.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>It's fucking slim shady! LOL no but srsly - fuck this shit. It's 6.30am, no one's online, I have no other outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little birdie told me, no wait, fuck that, a whole gigantic flock of fucking birdies told me things I wish I never knew, because now I don't even know what kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck have I been dating for the past 3 years? The picture that said birdies are painting is so fucking different from the loving boyfriend you've been for years, and now my brain is all fucking scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you so fucking badly, I really do - that it was an accident, it was her fault etc etc, but now I know better. I thought we were salvageable - how fucking stupid and naive am I? After what you did, most people would take a chopper to your peen, but instead I comforted you after you broke down and apologized. I think I was still in shock. Kinda still am, actually lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this shit? I waited and waited and waited for months, only to find out you're part Tiger Woods. I can't breathe, I can't fucking reconcile these 2 different sides of you that everyone is showing me I can't I can't I just fucking can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first saw you at the airport, all I could feel was overwhelming relief that you were back. You held me and kissed my forehead while i cried my eyeliner off and I thought how fucking silly i was for ever doubting you in the first place. I told everyone - EVERY FUCKING ONE - that you'd be faithful, you're boa homan, you're a decent person, you'd never hurt me that way. Just how fucking blind/stupid am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get angry and punch you in the face, but now all I feel is just downright fucking sad. I can't get the image of the two of you out of my head, I can't stop crying, I look like fucking WOLL SMOTH god fucking damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii255/Da_moopintot/lol/WollSmoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Except with longer hair lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to sleep but can't. Want to stop thinking but can't. Am a fucking weak mess. Worst parts are when I look at facebook at ppl are all like CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS, YOUR WAIT IS OVER and I really really want to just fucking hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments still disabled. Don't want to know what you're thinking, don't need you to tell me I'm a fucking idiot for even thinking about taking him back, because I know that - I really do know how fucking, fucking stupid it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can hate you for cheating and yet still want to be with you so fucking badly I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy but i'll be okay la. I'm not stupid enough to be suicidal or anything, i'm just fucking fucking sad for now. I will get over it in time, i will try not take him back, but I can't promise anything because I am stupid and have now cried myself blind lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the next 2 weeks off from work to spend time with you, and now all that time is just looking vastly empty and I don't know what to do. If you're reading this, please ask me out haris/daniel/shaun/ziying/lydia/polyfriends. Don't let me be alone i don't want to think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about our mutual friends though zzz. I've met some great people through you/squash (like Ameer, Sean Ang, Luke, Nick, Juan, Lumen, Lena)  I don't want to stop being friends with them just because you're an asshole, but now when I see them or their facebk profiles it makes me think of you and that makes me want to vomit my ass off so I don't really know what the fuck to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that is all that's on my mind right now, i will try to keep preoccupied with mahjong or something. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4402961498913625995?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4402961498913625995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4402961498913625995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol-guess-whos-back.html' title='lol guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii255/Da_moopintot/lol/th_WollSmoth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5676651612082059992</id><published>2010-01-07T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:53:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw.</title><content type='html'>I want to go to sleep and wake up and find that it was all a dream, a prank - please God anything but reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out that our love obviously counted for nothing - I can't even begin to describe the feeling, because really, there is no accurate description for soul rape, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to move along now by exercising my sarcasm/humor muscle, hopefully the pain will pass quickly, or I will get hit by a bus tomorrow and get serious amnesia and that will erase all memories of the past almost-3 years we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a haitus for now - if i don't come back, either my get-hit-by-bus wish came true, or i have already flung myself off a high-rise or I have simply moved to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna disable comments now, thanks for reading me, gonna remove myself from cyberspace for awhile til I get my life back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, use condoms, and remember, "Yes, We can!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5676651612082059992?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5676651612082059992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5676651612082059992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/raw.html' title='Raw.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-69907958439579149</id><published>2010-01-07T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:26:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol anonymous retard is retarded.</title><content type='html'>"You're so ugly", said the anonymous tagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now want to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now wear a tudong and facemask out of the house forever etc etc etc etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL srsly? Boring, unoriginal insult and quite frankly, I can't be fucked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say then say lor, miso sad/hurt/want to die LEH!!! Your words so hurtful my soul is shattered / will never recover / self esteem inside your asshole already LEH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever - I'm getting cheese fries lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-69907958439579149?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/69907958439579149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/69907958439579149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol-anonymous-retard-is-retarded.html' title='lol anonymous retard is retarded.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3360071075960779910</id><published>2010-01-06T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:56:09.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were perfectly happy before.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Confused and annoyed and just caught in a viscous cycle of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't call/sms, i'll get upset, hurt and pissed and will then complain, and you'll get annoyed that I keep complaining and wonder why i'm not an understanding girlfriend, then i'll get annoyed that you're annoyed because you caused it in the first fucking place and rewind and replay and rewind and replay and rewind and refuckingplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you hadn't left me behind. I wish you had put in more effort. I wish I was more patient, more tolerant, less insecure and less paranoid that you'd cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hunt you down via eyebrowgirl just to get you to reply. I have sunk lower than low, way past desperate and am now plunging straight towards insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really fucking wish I didn't care, then maybe my heart will stop feeling like it's going to shatter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3360071075960779910?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3360071075960779910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3360071075960779910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-were-perfectly-happy-before.html' title='We were perfectly happy before.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2966712141822626987</id><published>2010-01-06T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:33:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Where are you where are you where the fucking fuck are you zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking worried now, what if someone kidnapped him and sold him as a prostitute HOW HOW HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry = good sign yes ? means I still feel something yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy i don't know la where the hell are you can you please fucking reply me i'm srsly dying zzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2966712141822626987?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2966712141822626987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2966712141822626987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/zzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6395787974539257896</id><published>2010-01-05T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:03:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuckingfused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4248045646_16844ec6a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4248054088_226ddf3f9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatballs yestday with zinc and poks. No pic of poks cuz they were all unglam and she'd poke my eye out if i posted them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/4248058604_b3c11cd097.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, received this in the mail. It's a msg in a bottle that the boyfriend mailed over from Finland, Santa Claus Village (I shit you not). Thanks for the xmas wishes .. 12 days late. Saw this in the mail, ran up the stairs, chionged to open it, and read the really really sparse msg, felt ......... nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a horrible girlfriend. I should be grateful (lol) that he even sent me something at all (i guess)? But still here I am, as pissed as before and as disgruntled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just be completely fucking honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking terrified to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified that you're no longer in love with me;&lt;br /&gt;terrified that I might no longer feel for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of how I'm going to react to you. That I'll realize you're not the one for me, that I'll be a real cunty bitch to you especially now that I'm still raw from all the bullshit you've been pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel relief or happiness at fucking all. Either my brain is bleeding from the inside or our relationship is really fucking broken - I'd put my money on the latter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya just fucking confused right now. If you blindfold me, spin me around in circles and kick me down the stairs i'd still be less disoriented than I am now. Okay maybe not. I'd be nauseous, pissed AND confused and will then proceed to projectile vomit all over you and pee down your throat lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress - Everyone is telling me to just hold the fuck on til he comes back and try to solve it then, but why I would want to continue a one-sided relationship is way beyond me. Or that might just be the resentment talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok obviously need therapy STAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. The more I think about it the more I want to vomit urgh k bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6395787974539257896?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6395787974539257896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6395787974539257896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/confuckingfused.html' title='Confuckingfused.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4248045646_16844ec6a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7257420100099860645</id><published>2010-01-05T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:40:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW IS BABBY FORMED????</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_RaPOOVX1Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_RaPOOVX1Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFK LOL FORFUCKINGEVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7257420100099860645?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7257420100099860645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7257420100099860645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-is-babby-formed.html' title='HOW IS BABBY FORMED????'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1705919268030273164</id><published>2010-01-04T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T03:35:44.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm daddy cooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lol</title><content type='html'>I wish i could stop overreacting but that would mean you'd have to give a shit first, and that probably isn't going to happen anytime soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth the wait or not worth the wait ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1705919268030273164?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1705919268030273164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1705919268030273164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-daddy-cooooooooollllllllllllllllllll.html' title='I&apos;m daddy cooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lol'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6827335905877369632</id><published>2010-01-03T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:10:04.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most days, I just hate you.</title><content type='html'>I can't even look you in the face without my brain puking all over itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand you or your actions. You're obviously resentful of what your life has become - well TOO FUCKING BAD, SUCK IT UP. Stop whining, stop being a martyr, stop being a sorry excuse for a man. Stop trying to drag everyone down with you while you attempt to make your own life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nut up or shut up, asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6827335905877369632?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6827335905877369632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6827335905877369632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-days-i-just-hate-you.html' title='Most days, I just hate you.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4147375105431060787</id><published>2010-01-01T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:20:14.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm okay lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4233396956_96a85e859c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponggol Nasi Lemak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4232632117_c753ccf56c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4233398720_ea93693968.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chingy enjoying her plate of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4232633995_3f01221270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4233400300_f85fb0e5e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleong insisted hers resembled a face ._. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2758/4232630083_ab21b32d88.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Joseph&lt;/strike&gt; lol SPARKLING apple juice lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4233383404_1ddf4cc76b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our plans got cancelled cuz meiyern was in major pain following the extraction of many teeth, so i made mini blueberry muffins to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4233384870_121e4c0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is Nutella in the background ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4232613439_7f28051f74.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziying came over to mahjong with me! Brought her cute poodle, Rexx,  along. I was like fucking terrified he'd pee in my room so i was watching him the whole time LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4232614797_312324a074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4233390550_c6a6b8d204.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distracting Kee from stacking his mahjong rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4233389060_ef25b9fea9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why he's smiling - he said Rexx was standing on his balls ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4232619247_db25e19317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4233393632_b694f7b8b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly my sister trying to corrupt the dog rofl rofl. Also, Rexx kept sniffing her ass AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA ok i stop before she stabs me in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/4233393812_9cd23ce7e6_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is fucking funny HAHAHAHAHA don't worry XiuYan i rescued you HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, might have plans tonight to make up for yesterday YAY ttyl BYEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4147375105431060787?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4147375105431060787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4147375105431060787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-okay-lah.html' title='I&apos;m okay lah.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4233396956_96a85e859c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1742684101860696704</id><published>2010-01-01T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:29:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to throw in the fucking towel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yesterday I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited for your call. Part of me knew you wouldn't and yet for some stupid reason I still hoped that you would (probably because my brain is obviously small and damaged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that when I ask for a call you tell me it's a waste of money. What am I, chopped liver? I've been waiting for you for months on end and you won't even drop me a line at the end of the year. You keep saying you don't have time to txt because you're moving around and shit, but what the fucking fuck seriously?? One tiny txt takes like 20 seconds - You don't even have 20 seconds to spare me???? Am I that unimportant or do you honestly not give a flying fuck? You just take it for granted that just because last year I waited for you so this year my waiting is a given too yes? Sometimes I just wonder why in the fucking hell I am waiting. You tell me you're putting in soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much effort etc etc but honestly, i don't see it; have never seen it; don't actually expect to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't call so i tried to call you instead, but your phone was turned off. Which means you forgot about my asking you to call. Thank you. I feel so appreciated, you wonderful man you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda fed up, kinda at my limit, kinda pissed off, kinda hurt, kinda feel like shit, kinda at the end of patience, kinda want to punch you in the face, kinda don't want want to see you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back in 6 days, and right now i can't be fucked about it - honestly i'm not even sure if I'm still in love with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great start to the new year. Happy 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1742684101860696704?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1742684101860696704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1742684101860696704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-throw-in-fucking-towel.html' title='I want to throw in the fucking towel.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1370972557182339006</id><published>2009-12-31T00:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:42:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry funny + The Joseph also sparkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-simp.swf" height="165" width="240" style="width:240px;height:165px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-simp.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=39823972&amp;path=2009/12/30&amp;mycolor=85ed9b&amp;mycolor2=adfc92&amp;mycolor3=ffffff&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=2&amp;grad=true&amp;ow=240&amp;oh=165"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has a really awesome feel-good vibe, must listen k k k !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday the print-shop-aunty closed up half an hour early even though i specifically told her i needed to print shit and i'd be back. Couldn't shoot without the printed materials so i had to postpone and push back my shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCUMSUCKINGBALLLICKINGSLUTFACEDSKANKEDOUTHOBAGROADWHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck super pissed wanted to like hang a pig's head outside the fucking shop k @#*(!&amp;#(@*#&amp;!@*# !!!!!! And today i was like UM HELLO WHY YOU CLOSE EARLY and she was all like *sheepish* and *act shy/cute* like "oh miso sorry i was tired ystday ):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Okay. That makes it completely fine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FUCK YOURSELF TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, juicy juicy berries just for you to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/4228827206_4f5a286eb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry red! (Click &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/4228827206_4f5a286eb7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see it in it's full glory lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4228071883_946c14466f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry juicy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4228886704_8eb116f6eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry hairy ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4228863554_007b156092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERRY BOUNCY LOL okay i shall stop punning before someone stabs me in the face LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(Click &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4228863554_007b156092_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see it in it's full, naked glory lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shoot - Ponggol Nasi Lemak, fake glitter, singing candles and (non)edible fake-sugarspun hello kitties made a makeshift belated birthday celebration for our favourite shiny toilet cleaner: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;font style="background-image: url(http://i557.photobucket.com/albums/ss15/edibility/robinsparkles.gif);color:white; padding:5px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 50px;"&gt;~JOSEPH SPARKLES~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now take a moment to appreciate this amazing gif :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Yokokopops/SPARKLE2.gif?t=1262192671"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a short video in which we make him believe plastic is edible ROFL ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="227" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=e1887f4c0a&amp;photo_id=4228903692"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=e1887f4c0a&amp;photo_id=4228903692" height="227" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLROFLROFLROFL x 238429384!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED! You'll be glad to know i left my spraymount + tub of glitter at home, else today would have been a lor more .. shiny ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, NEXT THURDAYS THIS FATTY WILL BE BACK :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4224139299_d1f21ff412.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently riding the moodswing roller coaster - going from relief to angsty anger to anxiousness to happiness over and over again in a random circuit. Fuck this shit I'm so fucking restless TIME PLEASE PASS FASTER ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, brain is falling asleep, night ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1370972557182339006?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1370972557182339006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1370972557182339006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/berry-funny-joseph-also-sparkles.html' title='Berry funny + The Joseph also sparkles'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/4228827206_4f5a286eb7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7612295295419083293</id><published>2009-12-28T16:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:34:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY HELLO TO MY LONG-ASS POST</title><content type='html'>Okay sorry for taking so long, but I am queen of procrastination and I was planning world domination etc etc lol sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the xmas period was made of insanity and general gluttony, picspam to help you visualize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th Dec 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4218424020_c5855fe5cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Ghim Moh for ~magical~ Chicken rice of our youth rofl. We used to spam this at the food court outside Ghim Moh Sec lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4221059087_a1f3bd6a7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4217657947_7424957c79.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Glam moment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4217661717_b961026ae1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to The Hangout @ Princep Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4217664357_516997c018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boardgames + Wii + xbox all at $7 for 2 hrs/person +  freeflow drinks!! Cheap as shit and it just opened a few days ago so everything was spanking new and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4218432462_287b666be4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the cute decals on walls &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/4218430186_d474d0a744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4217669375_aaa47e8387.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a private room! Am loving the mario decals on the walls (so fetch! LOL mean girl joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4218439056_fe4fa1b917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4217670677_621a0321c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing our games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/4217673709_7afc43a982.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthepong moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/4217675987_ed943bbea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4217677945_aaf62cc464.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4219275070_18aedc07d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4218509305_2935d8b0a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao camwhoring lol ( also also also, my hair looks so voluminous and luxe here right right right ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4218514397_12de2d38e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/4218517893_78274077f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4219286626_27a8f78004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4218516011_d3a9348f46.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4219289762_b066c3e7ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the? I don't even know what caption to put for this ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4218524583_bfcce753fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4218528329_f2b3f27085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4219296958_efc53c80cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4219298656_031d434bf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeflow drinks + free bowl of popcorn + free appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4219302560_a45699b58b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4219300550_807bb1cd96.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyingly lovey-dovey tsk _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4218537297_503b791978.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun confirming what we already knew ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4218545121_a395627996.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/4219313808_51a25288ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They insisted on a grp shot *dies from shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4219315430_5a3f38544b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun going siao in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/4219317166_87b38426a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived a lot later lor tsk. Getting snacks prior to Sherlock holmes (WHICH WAS AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING I WOULD TOTALLY WATCH IT AGAIN + today he called me and told me he go squished by a BUS and i felt terribly bad. Get well soon LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4219321438_a6ccac16db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/4218556175_b34f501932.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4219325038_8c1dd14f81.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL WAS APPARENTLY FREEZING ROFL ROFL WHY YOUR NEPAL SO PROMINENT AFK LOLING FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4218565161_05797dda8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2776/4218563265_62dc335274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best example of a love/hate relationship rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/4218566797_71451e489c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL A+ expression yes? She had just bitten a salty popcorn morsel la lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4219335232_aa02c7883d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our kono pizzas (which is awesome/basically pizza in a cone) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4218571603_29b9990911.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4218573579_816ec96f94.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-dovey tourist-y picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25th Dec 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4218575093_740940b119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4219343614_7e2a89d57e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering *dies*. Kept boredom at bay by corrupting my young cousins and teaching them drinking games ROFL. Also, my cousin had a baby so I am ~OFFICIALLY~ an Aunty. Okay i know somewhere out there david/joleong/jolong/qinyi will be laughing their asses off. Now all i need to do is get a dog -.- (inside joke lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/4218578403_8547b84bb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4219347202_a0a5434f29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong after the gathering. LOL went home at like 2.30 fucking a.m in the morning la best. I DIDN'T WIN A SINGLE GAME !!! What the fucking fuck right lolololol. I kept building big &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tais&lt;/span&gt; and they kept winning with small ones to stop me GOD DAMN YOU PEOPLE ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/4218581485_5e5449a57c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4218583219_beb34d086e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i don't even? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4218587053_64c73b910a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL serenading each other across the table rofl rofl rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4218588691_df126b7be1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4218590587_5319e0dd32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4219359972_4e929fa7fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4218594503_997f5e9a92.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL ROFL ROFL HANDBANGING IN THE SANTA HAT ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL LOL FOREVER SO RETARDED OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="226" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/215713652861" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/215713652861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="226"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNA BFX HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and Daniel's mom is like super awesome. She made us like a huge wok of stir fried noodles OMNOMNOM so amazing. In the car on the way back we were translating songs from english to hokkien HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA IT WAS TERRIBLE AND AMAZING AT THE SAME TIME HAHAHA you should totally try it! Translate Owl city - fireflies HAHAHAH omg laugh til backside tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;26th Dec 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped david with his shoot for most of the day, lost 3kg in pespiration, beheaded a mannequin :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/215626382861" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/215626382861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went out to meet my psychos again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4219363648_85c7298528.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii-ing AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4218600815_d550b8c26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4219366720_253c32afa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4218602203_a617cb4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY at work rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4219371644_b12c23b33e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;27th Dec 09&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked the entire day BOOOOOOO ):&lt;br /&gt;Came home and made amazing pasta (YAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4220788800_a002c483e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4220785576_3b8e246147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawns + butter + Salsa (stolen from carl's junior ROFL) + Cheese = amazingness in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2758/4220027371_74f072b0dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defrost prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4220794364_7b4decc73b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smell the salsa for fun rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4220038395_4a352f9706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4220042449_f7d3a01c09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4220814572_7d42fd46fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook til soft, drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4220054501_1dab02dc41.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook prawns in butter, add salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4220058679_ca49de9c73.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add pasta and crumbled cheese. Stir like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4220826318_1893bc5d16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use giant spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2604/4220829838_346890ff36.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and enjoy the amazing cheesey goodness &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm in school nuaing after i shot some stuff for my FYP that included a lot of food. Wah lao do you that a tiny container of fresh raspberries costs like $8?!!?! Tsk but I made good use of it in the end it became wall paint (if you know what i mean) lol. Also, raspberries are super soft to the touch! They kinda feel like gummies damn fun to play with rofl rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4221896516_951998209a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal serial killer kit rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4221895764_89edc37a88.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Raspberries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/4221135263_baab399ff0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4221895682_7399f73cd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL forever @ david's siao face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=1b821845f3&amp;photo_id=4221896460"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=1b821845f3&amp;photo_id=4221896460" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, hope you enjoyed this really crazy pic/video spam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last video for the road :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI0FdMCyonE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aI0FdMCyonE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes on one of david's shoot - eyecandy FTW! Okay that is really all bye ! Merry xmas ya'll &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7612295295419083293?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7612295295419083293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7612295295419083293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-hello-to-my-long-ass-post.html' title='SAY HELLO TO MY LONG-ASS POST'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4218424020_c5855fe5cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6188784554567273917</id><published>2009-12-27T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:57:18.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry darlings i really want to blog but flickr isn't cooperating with me here at work so i'll have to upload them when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, am feeling especially cranky because it's our anniversary and i feel horribly horribly horribly restless. Like he's coming back in 9 days YAY but why so long why so long why so freaking long omg i can't sit still i can't sleep properly i just stare at the phone all day waiting for a txt. ok i sound obsessive compulsive but still argh why is time moving sooo slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiy ok ttyl bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE (11.56pm):&lt;br /&gt;Uploading photos now! Will blog real soon :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6188784554567273917?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6188784554567273917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6188784554567273917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-darlings-i-really-want-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1173516037414613734</id><published>2009-12-26T03:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:29:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-day-long roller coaster ride.</title><content type='html'>It's 3.28am now lol. Blog tmr when my brain is working k love ya'll merry xmas &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1173516037414613734?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1173516037414613734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1173516037414613734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-day-long-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='2-day-long roller coaster ride.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-247234632601991873</id><published>2009-12-24T10:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:24:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will probably delete this later.</title><content type='html'>&lt; rant &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made 4 perfectly shaped, beautifully fried sunny side ups. The edges are bubbly and gorgeous, the yolk is still deliciously runny and they are shaped almost perfectly round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, i still feel pissed as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, the holidays season brings the blues and and knowing that he's out there having fun on fucking xmas with her just makes me want to fucking stab a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that it's been almost 18 hours since i last got a txt from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hey, it's xmas eve! send me a txt! tell me you love me or just let me know where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't send me txts because they're like 60ents each and yet you're backpacking round' Europe and blowing a couple of thousand bucks a month what the fucking fuck i don't even ? Sometimes your priorities just blow my fucking mind. Who the fucking fuck wants to go see "important squash matches" on the very fucking day that he's back after not seeing his fucking girlfriend who has been (relatively) patiently waiting for 20 fucking weeks?? Can't I even have just one fucking day after fucking waiting for a fucking hundred and forty fucking days?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya fucking, fucking, FUCKING cranky la. 4.5months worth of resentment is not fun to hold back okay okay OKAY!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; /rant &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-247234632601991873?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/247234632601991873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/247234632601991873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-probably-delete-this-later.html' title='I will probably delete this later.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6037698814394320420</id><published>2009-12-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:02:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything more tedious than waiting?</title><content type='html'>18 weeks down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely any contact between us for the next 2 weeks as you'll be traveling, but i will (try to) keep my faith intact. I will keep my jealousy close but the memories of you closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait I can't wait I can't fucking wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6037698814394320420?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6037698814394320420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6037698814394320420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-there-anything-more-tedious-than.html' title='Is there anything more tedious than waiting?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-373503495337313976</id><published>2009-12-21T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:37:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you so sxc?</title><content type='html'>Flea market crowd was pretty good, sold about 70% of my rings, am making more tmr for the next flea YAY! There are quite a few chio ones - I'm quite tempted to keep them for myself lol shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely any photos from the flea though - was too busy selling shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some behind the scenes for the shoot I helped David out with - it's for an upcoming mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4203444298_6f4d87823c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting at the riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4203445656_fee890efd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorge Miss Selfridge Heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/4203447126_89eb4c4c49.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitloads of accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/4203450998_a3bde919ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4203449388_ce45e7ece4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepping the model for the next shot. She's very nice and accommodating! NTU student if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4203457830_bd0e09e2f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4203455150_d042643d41.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4202702891_8f9ae17d4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK LILIN! IT'S A REAL KOREAN!! ROFL. I thought she was really pretty and unique looking though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4202708305_9d748bc538.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coastal Scents palette. IT'S DAMN TINY - A lot smaller than I imagined when I saw the spree pages ( Grace will know what I'm talking about lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4203469882_65af3e8efa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chio Diana Mini, with another Korean Model/Air Stewardess in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4203476906_84b84719c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4202722765_7c7e9d5533.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4203484122_645bc081a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4202730617_216ee8a151.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all I managed to sneak in between holding reflectors rofl. Not my cameras though - I got to try a 50mm f1.8 (HAHAHA HOMAN JEALOUS NOT HUH HUH HUH)  on a Nikon D70 and an 20-85mm (i think) f2.8 on a Canon EOS 30D with the entire menu in Korean lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at work now, brain is rotting and I really am quite tired zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ttys bai !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-373503495337313976?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/373503495337313976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/373503495337313976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-you-so-sxc.html' title='why you so sxc?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4203444298_6f4d87823c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2515528272994129441</id><published>2009-12-19T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:30:51.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLDR: I have a tiny brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Feeling generally pissed. Maybe I'm expecting too much or maybe my hormones are fucking with my brain or something, but what the fucking fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you supposed to be aosidfjaosdf?? Especially now that oijdfoaidjfasdfo and yet it's still the same, still the same, still the FUCKING same - if not worse than ever before. I don't know what the fucking fuck you take me for, seriously. I have come to the conclusion that my brain is fucking small because, hey, i'm still standing here waiting like a spastic child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god there is not a single dependafuckingble soul left on the fucking planet. Too often I place hopes on something or someone and it/he/she will always end up disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to tell you because in the end you will always explain away; always make me feel guilty for doubting; always make me feel like shit for feeling like shit after you make me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could throw in the metaphorical towel, but it's currently metaphorically looped around my neck and attached to the metaphorical ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA TL;DR - Fuck me for being such a stupid, sentimental, stupid, softhearted, stupid spastic child.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm feeling better now. He has been trying to bribe my greedy heart with grovelling, Topshop and good grub for the past 20 minutes and it's working GODAMNIT. It's so unfair that he knows all my weaknesses (tsk you manipulative fatty you tsk.). Oh and I also get one wish - I love how vague that sounds. It means I can ask for anything I want and he has to comply WOOHOO! Shiok feeling better already. Okay back to prepping for tmr ttys (: !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2515528272994129441?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2515528272994129441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2515528272994129441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/vaginal-bleeding-affects-brain-deeply.html' title='TLDR: I have a tiny brain.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6540189000386605605</id><published>2009-12-19T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:19:32.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO YOU WHORE!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Cramping like immigrants in a tiny van argh omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4197054872_3e168ef3b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I prepped for my flea market stall - printed out signs and namecards on foamboard, and cut everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4196292945_e10d33fb30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4197047286_3fcbb203e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namecards were a bitch to cut. They're fucking tiny like 1/2 a cm tall only so annoying. I know the video made it look easy but that's because I scored them prior to slicing. So basically I had to cut them twice! And there were like 13 per plank x 6 planks so like 78 freaking strips omg want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in other news, making the last of my rings today, hopefully tmr they will sell well! So drop by if you can ya'll &lt;3 ! Starts @ 2.30 at St James Powerstation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay AFK watching zombieland (which is made of awesomeness) now byeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6540189000386605605?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6540189000386605605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6540189000386605605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo-you-whore.html' title='BOO YOU WHORE!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4197054872_3e168ef3b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6267103259449952225</id><published>2009-12-18T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:10:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainfart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8274051&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8274051&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8274051"&gt;Zomgoodness&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2828295"&gt;Yoko Yeap&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making foam namecards! Got bored so I thought i'd make a bo liao vid lol. Okay that is all ttys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6267103259449952225?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6267103259449952225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6267103259449952225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/shop-zomgoodnesslivejournalcom.html' title='Brainfart.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2732065389470903837</id><published>2009-12-18T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:49:44.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the memories</title><content type='html'>I went to run today, can you fucking believe it? 5 people have told me I'm too fat within 5 days - self esteem is in the crapper. In more encouraging news, the cold storage auntie told me I was very "miao tiao". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE I DON'T EVEN?! She was thinner than me some more lor trying to be funny izzit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom canceled my shift last minute, so i finally met zinc after 5 freaking months. We caught Avatar 3D (It was really good), and I got hit by wave after wave of nausea omfg. Was dizzy and nauseous the whole movie (and it's 3 fucking hours long!). Despite the almost-gagfest I still enjoyed the movie - which is really saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lent my sister my cam, so no photos with zinc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a flea market @ st james this sunday! Come down okay will update with photos of new stocks soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4192399759_340e5d0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4193184264_3120a60dc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox-ing at my house. I was sooooooo bored omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/4193258596_c015a275ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/4193257292_4762de20c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supre Wheelie Print Dress, F21 Vest, Various gold necklaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been wearing my hair in a side braid recently. Gives me a motherfucker of a headache, but so much chio-er than a boring ponytail. Aiy the price of vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4193269568_a62a6baf24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this nonsense antler headband @ diaso HAHAHA I love buying shit like this - so amusing and it makes for great nonsense photos rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4192498097_55a34009f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy helping out with another shoot tmr, maybe this time I'll bring my camera so i'll finally have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do have more pictures - but they're in a format my shitty Photosop CS3 can't read. Upgrading (aka stealing from david) tmr, hopefully can post them up soon! They're outtakes and behind the scenes for an upcoming mag WOOOHOOO! Okay that is all, more tmr or something &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2732065389470903837?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2732065389470903837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2732065389470903837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-for-memories.html' title='thanks for the memories'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4192399759_340e5d0259_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8743426431071068509</id><published>2009-12-15T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:34:15.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>The boyfriend has been having his exams and so we haven't talked much. I know I told you it doesn't matter, but Christmas is in 10 days and we won't be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we had out first real date 3 years ago on christmas? I snuck out of a family gathering to meet you at Vivo and my aunt walked past and spotted us mid-date lol. We freaked the fuck out rofl. I don't know where you'll be, and I know we won't be in contact because the places you'll be going to aren't covered by the network, but I will miss you terribly so. 21 days more and yet it still feels like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to less depressing matters - On Friday, I took a bus to the MRT. As i walked down the aisle, this crazy motherfucking old indian man STUCK HIS LEG OUT and tried to trip me! But i was trying to keep my ez link card so i was walking a little slow, else I'd have fallen the fuck down. As it was, he kicked me in the fucking shin and I lost my temper and starting yelling something like WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT FOR, FUCKTARD???? and he just looked a little stunned. What the fucking fuck okay!? You try to fucking trip someone and you expect them to be okay with it you fucking mother fucker? Don't make me pay people to rape your arsehole godamnit. Argh omg FUCKING FUCKING pissed. I walked away from the asshole and got a seat while swearing up a storm on the phone with daniel. After awhile i think his brain recovered a little and he tried to stare me down but obviously he failed terribly because i was fucking FURIOUS and my eyes are bigger than plates, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When (and while) i was alighting he continued to stare and when i got off the bus he CONTINUED to stare some fucking more omg so i walked right up to his fucking face and flipped him off. GO AND FUCKING DIE, MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya generally pissed that day la srsly lol. Caught Ninja Assassin with Shaun, Daniel and my mud friend and it was pretty good, but don't take my word for it because I was mainly watching because of Rain's smoking hot bod lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we camped at my place and spammed Paranormal activity which creeped us all the fuck out lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a shoot with David on Monday @ Hortpark (which is a FUCKING awesome place btw) and now my toes are chao tar and I have a tanline that follows the shape of my strappy sandals D: lol we are both aching and half dead right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Okay that is all, will update with pictures later bbs &lt;3 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picturesssssssss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4207053831_58109b93a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4207816506_a4c323712e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4207834846_3f9c79679d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4207084077_53d8084d70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4207853998_00dc821509.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4207091055_e307cc8282.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4207096557_2d3d9b4af7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4207858986_c4d8ca62c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4207102347_6910cf5466.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4207118331_63ef27e34c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4207105369_11898063cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4207128915_29463b912a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4207135741_a1b8249c8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/4207143771_dcd0a54337.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4207912874_3129dd9cd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4207148723_605c9f65dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerding out over swords lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4207173023_ddba8aaa2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4207158557_af2658a061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting with bokehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4207939184_e51cf4d056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2485/4207949192_60b715c253.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexually harassing bananas in pajamas ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4207198491_aeb6f0febe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4207963792_996ae06b97.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haris watches with enthusiasm ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/4207205827_b3bfd09bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you so rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4207982168_0eac73aa3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4207985062_52693caa9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4207227023_1060a35900.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4207992112_24426070d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4207995996_570d92fe3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL COCKSTERS UNITED and LOL @ daniel's creepy stalker face ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4207237603_7a05c56f9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4208003052_711c2b6ae9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/4207247683_53950645c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4208016420_a2ef93de80.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victims of constipation ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4207260887_477b67c256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4208019086_a43b6741cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL ROFL ROFL HARIS IS CROTCH SNIFFING HIM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, back to waiting for msgs from the bf okay bai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8743426431071068509?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8743426431071068509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8743426431071068509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4207053831_58109b93a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7870844256567239113</id><published>2009-12-12T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:45:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore - Brick by boring brick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She lives in a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere too far for us to find&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten the taste and smell&lt;br /&gt;Of the world that she's left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is super awesome. Also, it is now 5.43am and I am still awake. This probably has something to do with how fucking hot my room is. I'm practically melting here tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFK becoming a puddle on the floor bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7870844256567239113?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7870844256567239113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7870844256567239113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/paramore-brick-by-boring-brick.html' title='Paramore - Brick by boring brick'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8573863903870652916</id><published>2009-12-12T00:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:18:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is sex is sex is JUST sex.</title><content type='html'>What's the big fucking deal (no pun intended)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you have a fucking opinion about everyfuckingthing? Lesbians, economics, food, relationships etc etc all not up to your standards everything is fucked up right right right? I wish you would just shut the fucking fuck up. Why can't we just have a normal meal without snide remarks and annoying stereotypes and your high and mighty always-right attitude? Bloody fucking ballsac zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking annoyed. Also, i don't know what the fuck my boyfriend is doing. I forgot to bring my phone and sent him an internet sms informing him about it. And he should have received it by now and when i got home a bbm asking me why i wasn't replying wtf zz. he's not online or anything also what the fucking fuck how am i supposed to tell him then replied his bbm and now he isn't replying and he's not online am i supposed to send telepathic waves to france or something fuck la tsk. REFUCKINGPLY ME BOA HOMAN zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh super fucking annoyed la fuck zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz want to punch something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, less fucking annoying news, i bought my (very annoying) boyfriend shoes for xmas. They are pretty cute, i hope they will become his wardrobe staples and he'll throw out those ratty puma shoes heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4176614616_3b89812dac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4176614144_b06ace1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4175853915_ce9d7b1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/4176615400_9c65a9f395.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canvas Plimsoles in Hunter green and Navy blue. Chio and expensive and shipping will cost me both armpits and both legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4176606274_a038ccbdca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4176606712_498172efd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4175846039_107020343b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4176607134_8393a4f9ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I love these shoes to fucking death. How fucking chio are they omg? Reviews say they are comfy and don't pinch even after walking for hours (49 reviews lor don't anyhow discredit lol). But they are USD $48 excluding shipping and i spent all my moneys on my boyfriend already so bo pian i shall pine at my monitor for weeks to come lol. That shade of blue is so gorge la omg but probably won't match 95% of my wardrobe so sad sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am making chio presents for my dependables next week! I practiced today and the practice piece turned out chio which is obviously good news. Super happy, gotta buy materials on Monday. But it's only for the guys leh how ah how ah what to make for meiyern lol help me i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As you can see, my mood has obviously improved over the part where i talk about chio shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am tired, just a few pictures to annoy the fuck out of the boyfriend because he is annoying me by not replying me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4175861307_acfa27b4de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4175864717_f2c057d610.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best looking model i've helped prep. Like srsly. Fucking fucking fucking handsome lol droool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BOYFRIEND I HOPE YOU ARE FUCKING JEALOUS NOW SERVE YOU RIGHT LOL NOW REPLY MY FUCKING MSGS LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8573863903870652916?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8573863903870652916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8573863903870652916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-is-sex-is-sex-is-just-sex.html' title='Sex is sex is sex is JUST sex.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4176614616_3b89812dac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4721175944960004265</id><published>2009-12-10T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:49:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be sure to wear your happy slip!</title><content type='html'>I have a stalker. She is very awesome. I asked if could borrow a penknife and a long ruler and she brought it to school for me. She then waited 6 hours for my lesson to end to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's either a lesbian, a stalker, a lesbian stalker, very stingy or a reallllly really nice person lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch xtine, you are very nice and awesome and pruney aunties like to frown at you LOLOLOLOL we should hang out some time la it's always fun ( like the time you became spiderwoman HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) as long as you don't preach to me , i promise not to teach you to do good things lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and i was up all night working on a submission, only to find it was postponed by SIX FUCKING HOURS. Guess who was more than a little early for school today? ROAR fucking tired, brain is melting, going to sleep til saturfuckingday or something baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4721175944960004265?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4721175944960004265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4721175944960004265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-sure-to-wear-your-happy-slip.html' title='Be sure to wear your happy slip!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6738696855440874632</id><published>2009-12-09T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:00:37.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what the fuck i am doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4169236835_23a9f33810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4169231759_7fd8e40ffd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in a blank tank and my comfy hooded cardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also been cooking to avoid doing work because work is confusing and I don't feel grounded at all argh. 90% of the time i'm panicking my ass off - super scared my heart explodes before my boyfriend returns zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, need to pay $28 when I collect my new ezlink card - very sad and broke and my brother has a girlfriend now so i can't pimp him out - how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, small selling post because I am sad and broke lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/4169946698_fa6a5d00ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4169212453_359f65bc55.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/4169990392_f12f09fcbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4169222929_3fd0350d14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support support:&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://zomgoodness.livejournal.com/25979.html#cutid1"&gt;zomgoodness.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, back to wallowing bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6738696855440874632?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6738696855440874632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6738696855440874632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-what-fuck-i-am-doing.html' title='I don&apos;t know what the fuck i am doing.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4169236835_23a9f33810_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6677222269875101998</id><published>2009-12-07T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:59:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life really sucks.</title><content type='html'>I lost my ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is brilliant because I just stuffed $60 inside it -$50 of which was for the bus pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One counter girl said the bus pass could be transferred to my new card,  the other two said it was not possible. I don't know what the fuck to think and I really really really hope it can be transferred cuz if not i'm totally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this nonsense zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and omg i met my primary school friend - i think we were pretty close. She's really pretty and hot now lor makes me feel like going to exercise again but this feeling won't last (as usual) when i see a donut or something lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy damn depressed bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6677222269875101998?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6677222269875101998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6677222269875101998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-life-really-sucks.html' title='Sometimes life really sucks.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6617597576452724977</id><published>2009-12-06T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:32:25.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand you.</title><content type='html'>Am i the one at fault? If i'm not, then why am I always the one who seems to provoke people? It can't be that EVERYONE is fucking stupid right? Is it my fault that I hate stupidity? Should I be more tolerant? When do I tell people to shove it where the sun don't shine and when do I take their crap and eat it too? Why should I take your crap in the first place? If it's stupid and retarded why should I do it? Why should I afford respect to people who don't deserve it? Who judges the level of respect that a person commands in the first place? Why should it be based solely on a heirachy of descending age? Is it my fault that my attitude is a lot more fucked up than you can handle when i'm angry? Should it be my fault by default just because I have an attitude problem? Why is it always my fault ? Which brings us back to the question - i can't always be in the right, right? I must be wrong at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I pray for the day I can get the fuck away from all of you. Away from your control issues, away from living in fear of your outbursts, living life according to your unreasonable expectations, tolerating said outbursts then pretending I'm not affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 words - Sibei fucking sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what I would do without you. Sometimes I find you're the only truly good thing I have left.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6617597576452724977?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6617597576452724977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6617597576452724977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-understand-you.html' title='I don&apos;t understand you.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8321733956356765612</id><published>2009-12-06T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:19:37.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjAwOTc3NDE2MjEmcHQ9MTI2MDA5ODEyNDg5OSZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMzUxMCZnPTImbz1lNDUzMGNjNmIxZDk*YTA5YTQ5NjUyOTBlZTFjYmQ5MSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I know i periodically (aka daily) tell you to shave her brows, but today I truly felt a twinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You told me it was fucking cold and that it would probably snow. I've never seen or touched snow (and snow city is not fucking counted that's like touching the ice cubes in the freezer) and to have to swallow the fact that you'd be experiencing snowfall with her ........... makes me feel like stabbing something - preferably something lanky and thin with a monobrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it not normal to be jealous? You've seen France, Italy, Rome, Germany etc etc and more to come this December, all in the company of said source of annoyance. First travel (including several wonders of the world) and now snowfall and God knows how many awesome, breath-taking experiences to come. I am pea fucking green right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you come back, I can guarantee you I will still be neck deep in resentment and jealousy and to be fucking honest I will probably never get over it. You will apologize, i'll tell you it's okay and try my best to squelch the shitty feelings into a tiny corner of my brain but it's still there and will probably always be there -  just like a tick you can't pluck off a dog ; just like a genital wart that won't go away; just like the last time you left me for months on end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I guess it's better than indifference, right? The past few days have been fucking scary - I couldn't bring myself to care if we were in contact or not. Obviously a fucking bad sign, yes? But overwhelming jealousy means I still feel something right? I'm pretty fucking sure I still love you, but sometimes I doubt how you feel about me. It's kinda hard to feel your love for me when we're 10,000miles apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There are only 32 days left. Relatively, a fucking short amount of time. I hope we get through it - you're the only one i've ever considered saying yes to. It's a big feat, I hope you get that, I hope you don't cheat, I hope I won't cheat and I hope to hell we make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-58466311038203058?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/58466311038203058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/58466311038203058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-indifference-will-be-death-of-us.html' title='this indifference will be the death of us.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7193024220176106805</id><published>2009-12-04T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:16:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A BEJEWELED BLITZ GODDESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4157555220_16ce74e238_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THAT, YVONNE/AMEER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7193024220176106805?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7193024220176106805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7193024220176106805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-bejeweled-blitz-goddess.html' title='I AM A BEJEWELED BLITZ GODDESS'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3892390622829374098</id><published>2009-12-04T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:52:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2597/4156987278_58b454e916.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours and hours in school requires a giant foodstash lol. Mine and David's rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/4156987392_0d9ba4fc2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/4156987522_a7e3e8f20f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homan bought me KinderJoys via Chingy ((((((((: ! Thanks chingy :D !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4156987628_b03fecf7e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my little friend! Rofl not sure if i should sell her or not, she is chio ttm ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, just a mini update before I disappear into the vast black hole that is FYP okay byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3892390622829374098?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3892390622829374098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3892390622829374098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/hours-and-hours-in-school-requires.html' title=''/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2597/4156987278_58b454e916_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-603827380412739450</id><published>2009-12-02T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:04:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829142861_758412861_2886699_1680877_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New moon on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829217861_758412861_2886700_3719465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829302861_758412861_2886701_1097295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockster 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829347861_758412861_2886702_4290845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couply-couple who won't stop beong couple-y tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829437861_758412861_2886703_266208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truffle cake &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182829542861_758412861_2886704_3335322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182829612861_758412861_2886706_8248255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182829682861_758412861_2886707_7178245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829762861_758412861_2886708_3291825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182829847861_758412861_2886709_7904999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182829982861_758412861_2886711_3680356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With shiokkkk food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182829922861_758412861_2886710_8088971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182830027861_758412861_2886712_6130059_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDGAY LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182830157861_758412861_2886713_5533234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeye's with David just now :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182830247861_758412861_2886714_5393448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182830322861_758412861_2886715_3472289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_182830387861_758412861_2886716_2366306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_182830532861_758412861_2886718_2200067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SHIOK MASHED POTATOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Also, I'm feeling indifferent. That is fucking bad, fucking fucking fucking bad. It's fucking scary and also fucking cruel after 3 months please let it stop please let it stop ): &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-603827380412739450?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/603827380412739450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/603827380412739450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-on-saturday-cockster-cockster.html' title=''/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2253070322315141837</id><published>2009-12-01T00:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:15:21.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMELLY FREAKING BAI BAI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/4146997013_c576c5898e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4147755038_c40c41e914.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Super gross. Was in the car, when i felt something tickling my thigh and i went to scratch and was like WTF WHY GOT LIKE RICE (it was mushy *gag*) ON MY THIGH then i held it to the light and it was brown and had 6 legs and it was STILL TWITCHING. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this kind of shit always happen to me?? LOL don't answer that - probably all my black/brown/pedobear jokes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to drown myself in dettol and flay my fucking skin off tsk bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current comments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4147030837_d88163f81d_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK BRINGING MY BEDAZZLER TO SCHOOL TOMORROW JOSEPH YOU DIE LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2253070322315141837?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2253070322315141837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2253070322315141837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/12/smelly-freaking-bai-bai.html' title='SMELLY FREAKING BAI BAI!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/4146997013_c576c5898e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7434827213109113445</id><published>2009-11-30T08:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:19:15.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booga booga!</title><content type='html'>lol tiny picspam because i am super fucking nua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179563997861_758412861_2861158_6207505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I collect random props like this for pictures fucking funny we were taking turns wearing it around town rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564002861_758412861_2861159_1891777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564017861_758412861_2861160_6306081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i met the Green ranger at the MRT ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564027861_758412861_2861161_7034533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564042861_758412861_2861162_4785362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564047861_758412861_2861163_5212423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564082861_758412861_2861165_4224749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564092861_758412861_2861166_398325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564097861_758412861_2861167_568051_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy photo skills lor I was like talking halfway lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564127861_758412861_2861168_3610790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564187861_758412861_2861170_259832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564252861_758412861_2861172_4593810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slutty face lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564277861_758412861_2861173_2599481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a hooded cardigan. Warm and shiok like shit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564297861_758412861_2861174_2071963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfing down our food and chionging to Game Haven rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564327861_758412861_2861175_5410397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564342861_758412861_2861176_3193505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL being retarded on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564357861_758412861_2861177_3155573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564392861_758412861_2861178_6048063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raving Rabbids-ing lol. We rockband-ed, I owned and Daniel killed our eardrums ROFL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564407861_758412861_2861179_6680758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564432861_758412861_2861180_6325322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @shaun he's like D:&lt; !!!!!!!!!!!! ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564457861_758412861_2861181_6558971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kancheong spider lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564472861_758412861_2861182_5835231_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564497861_758412861_2861183_7180238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564517861_758412861_2861184_2400089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to transform into black ranger ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564527861_758412861_2861185_6281037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564552861_758412861_2861186_6780619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564572861_758412861_2861187_3830224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564587861_758412861_2861188_8277004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken in a biscuit FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564592861_758412861_2861189_7839214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supping at botakjones@somerset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564637861_758412861_2861191_4223787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564612861_758412861_2861190_3434733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double meat patty leh! Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564667861_758412861_2861192_617033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs008.snc3/11551_179564702861_758412861_2861193_8103362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING AWESOME FRIES LOL. Meat and cheese and chilli spam lol shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564737861_758412861_2861194_4563279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_179564767861_758412861_2861195_4158362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli dawg &lt;-- this is how it's spelt on the menu like for real rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 2 weeks, I get to hang out with my dependables. We spend most of the day being fucking retarded, wii-ing til the wee hours, trying to knock haris over and talking about vomit chains(rofl). The best part of it all - they help me forget that my boyfriend is far far away in the clutches of a hairybrow-ed cavewoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll long time - fat jokes, black jokes, hairy jokes, braces jokes and NS jokes aside bbs &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we caught New moon on Saturday. It was super draggy lol. The intense parts were intense, and when Jacob took his shirt off there was a collective "WAHHHHHHH" from ALL the females in the audience (myself included lol). Oh and a whole lot of intense and heavy breathing on Bella's part. Rpatt still looks like a constipated toad though - i really don't get why people think he's cute *gag*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we crashed my place and played munchkins til like 4 fucking am lol and on Sunday i woke up at 9am and my brain was generally comatose the whole day gg fucking balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to meet joreong and dabeed in school later at 10am, it's now 9.07 and I can't summon enough energy other than in my fingers rofl rofl help they're going to stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and boyfriend, i hope you're having a good time in Rome &lt;3 bbm me when you see this okay? Love you long time &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT IS ALL BAI I NEED TO PEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7434827213109113445?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7434827213109113445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7434827213109113445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/booga-booga.html' title='booga booga!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4049053261248377550</id><published>2009-11-29T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:58:14.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the soil is the cat rofl.</title><content type='html'>I want to blog but i need to pee so badly it feels like my eyeballs are kinda floating and my head hurts and my flickr is still down so all the photos are on facebook and are grainy and gross ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update this post later okay my brain feels like it's going to explode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4049053261248377550?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4049053261248377550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4049053261248377550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/soil-is-cat-rofl.html' title='the soil is the cat rofl.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2246572097933807736</id><published>2009-11-27T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:36:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder, who's loving you? + LAYOUT FAIL TSK</title><content type='html'>Happy 34th month bb, only 39 more days til I get to be in your (fat) embrace YAY! Can't wait for the video argh SEND ME NOW NOW NOW or your piku will explode!! ROFL okay la fine i wait til tmr then heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday saw me nuaing around with poks, in (belated) celebration of her birthday :D! I hope you enjoyed the shokudo meal &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my godzilla of a headache says hi. Have been having a lot of dizzy spells and headaches recently tsk makes me feel like stabbing something - preferably alive and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeye plans got cancelled today due to unforeseen (family-related) circumstance - miso sorry (and sad ): ! no awesome mashed potatoes D: )! Make it up to you guys tmr ok ok stop bitching already please lol &lt;3 (AND REPLY MY MSGS YOU BITCHES OR BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO YOUR ANUSES! if CMI please tell me if not i'll chop your left nut(s) off tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and xmas is coming and all, so check out this awesome awesome screen saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4136494666_616ba5c097_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am totally in love with it! It's a stop motion fire made out of candy corn so awesome and christmas-y and I love the homey sound of the (fake) crackling fire! Awesome possum please go download it &lt;a href="http://www.eatpes.com/fireplace_download.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tiny picspam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4136425446_e2eeff448e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4136421276_9a3840fd77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense salad thing lol. Waste of money. It was like 99% vegetable omg fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4135672895_d6c3b5b6e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softshell crab pasta. My absolute fucking favouriteeeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4135681545_f38205048a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/4135677261_4f890ef29a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyd's Omu Rice set. Shiokkkkkkk egg omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4136446666_fb069b7f83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super ridiculous sunglassses HAHAHA i bought like 3 different random ones lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2748/4136455038_0e6092fd57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/4136459106_665afcc9b0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for fierce face, the rest damn unglam lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/4136451424_d3dc3952f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday poks, me love you long time &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 A rich, handsome dude with 9 packs will come and sweep you off your feet soon lolol &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and a bird shat on me at cineleisure. That makes it like what - the 8th fucking time already lor cheebong tsk. Karma loves to hate me. Okay that is all, have to concuss like now to wake up to talk to my fatty at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2246572097933807736?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2246572097933807736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2246572097933807736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-wonder-whos-loving-you.html' title='And i wonder, who&apos;s loving you? + LAYOUT FAIL TSK'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4136425446_e2eeff448e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-658843083249674135</id><published>2009-11-25T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:45:18.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RINGADINGADING ROFL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/roughtzsCDI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/roughtzsCDI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch in HD k hahahah this song is fucking addictive and annoying just cause it's so addictive lol. But the video is worth watching just for the LOLS alone. It's filled with them moving in slow motion and overdramatising everying lol damn spastic. But the dude with the black hair is super pretty like PHWOAR kind lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst parts are when the randomly walk in slow motion up a random slope rofl rofl and the last part where their ~ANGEL WINGS~ unfurl and they stare into the camera ROFL AHAHAHAHAHAH cannot stop laughing lol help lololol please watch hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, ttys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-658843083249674135?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/658843083249674135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/658843083249674135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/ringadingading-rofl.html' title='RINGADINGADING ROFL.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1684170112623566976</id><published>2009-11-25T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:16:21.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super chio omg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4132641782_489f9461c7_o.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4132641782_1d820d1cc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must click for the enlarged version k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these headphones! Chio to the fucking max omg. They're from &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanears.com/products.html"&gt;urbanears&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh chioness. When they come out i might just get the lime green ones for homan. He'd love them lol. Hmm I'm leaning towards the navy/ light blue / white ones hmmm. I hope they aren't like fucking expensive or anything =/ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, doing my work today. Like I'm actually sitting down and doing work right now. Super amazing must go buy 4D. Okay that is all bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1684170112623566976?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1684170112623566976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1684170112623566976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-chio-omg.html' title='super chio omg.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4132641782_1d820d1cc3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-574442373279574319</id><published>2009-11-25T06:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:06:09.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg fucking tired.</title><content type='html'>Can't upload photos cuz my flickr is dead. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs028.snc3/11551_176043332861_758412861_2837149_1183860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Monday saw me and david testing special effects make up for his shoot. Best shit. I put this up on facebook and made everyone believe it was an infected mozzie bite. Best shit. The general reaction was OMFG OMFG lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot was yesterday, the models were fucking fucking hot. Also, I had to make a stab wound in the middle of *ahem* the dude's (big, rock-hard, super solid) chest, meaning i had to rub stuff into his chest and hold his 8 pec for support heheheheheheheheheheheheh ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.upfrontmodels.com/IMAGES/Male_intl/IN%20TOWN_Male/FERNANDOZ/mainpics/fernandoz1_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SHIOK ARE HIS ABS?! RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT? (This if from his comp card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylists + Haji lane clothes + fake blood + really really hot people = win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't talk too much about it, it's not my shoot after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet his mother after the shoot, ate awesome awesome food as usual, took 66 minutes to get home, passed out when i did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking tired for some reason zz. And blogging without pictures is fucking annoying tsk i shall upgrade to pro again soon okay ttyl fucking nua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-574442373279574319?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/574442373279574319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/574442373279574319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-fucking-tired.html' title='omg fucking tired.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8172485780011041904</id><published>2009-11-23T08:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:52:16.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication FTW, Chool Over!</title><content type='html'>Homan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you veh fat leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;omg this time rome can use tripodzzxzzxzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CAN TAKE MANY NICE WATER PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko; i want your love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Rome has lakes or bodies of water meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko; i want your love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;LOL OH I SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So you bring your tripod into the toilet and on the tap right HAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;then you put it in front of the toilet bowl and flush right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;TAKE MANY NICE WATER PICTURES YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CANNOT AH F YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FUARK YOUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko; i want your love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;FUARK &lt;- spelling fail ROFL I WIN LALALALA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8172485780011041904?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8172485780011041904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8172485780011041904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/communication-ftw-chool-over.html' title='Communication FTW, Chool Over!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4803208106113527907</id><published>2009-11-23T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:09:15.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your ugly; i want your disease.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="253"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7605304&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7605304&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="253"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked Lady Gaga before but i'm enthralled with this video! It's freaky in the rihanna-disturbia-video kinda way and the song has been stuck in my head for DAYS. My favourite part is the 3:10, where the camera pans around her torso. SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her tattoo on her waist is PHWOARRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, going to sleep a little earlier today - waking up at 6 (yet again) to talk to the fat boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am counting down to december! Only 8 days more! And I'm going to breeze through December til you come back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you are a giant booby ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all bai ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4803208106113527907?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4803208106113527907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4803208106113527907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-your-ugly-i-want-your-disease.html' title='I want your ugly; i want your disease.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-314413027725447460</id><published>2009-11-21T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:46:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatively annoyed.</title><content type='html'>my blisters are really hurting - i can barely stretch my toes out without pulling on the wounds tsk fuck. You know what else is annoying? My boyfriend going out with lbxx. In fact, that annoys me a lot more than the blisters. He makes it sound like he doesn't have a choice, which is probably true, but it's still annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cleaned up my desktop. Looks .. clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my flickr account expires today. Which is also annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4121403338_0587318b6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHY YOU ARE FAT, FATTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4120630769_869a4304e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes so small and slitty, they can be covered by horizontal fingers lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4120640265_8be2418037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More evidence of tiny eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/4121405920_a7451f3f60.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying face lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4120636469_89a14c4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt I made him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4121435386_0753382b1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SCREENSHOT OF YOUR GROSSNESS. I have like 201938 of him digging for gold it's the grossest thing ever (at least this one is like covered lol). THE REST ARE FOR BLACKMAIL lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2657/4121407876_7fd65f4f5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we communicate lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4121448460_b01c933283.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4121615540_47c7edf1e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not sure where i got this from i think it's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay feeling a little better now after posting your unglam pics lol. Still love you, but you're a fat douche lol okay byeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT OH WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4120632639_ec58e94de8_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THIS SHIT? Someone searched for anal shrinking and found my blog ROFL ROFL ROFL What the hell ??! I don't even!? HAHAHAH FUCKING FUNNY BEST SHIT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/4121413892_26a0b338d3_o.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I pwn my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that really is all lol bai~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-314413027725447460?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/314413027725447460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/314413027725447460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/relatively-annoyed.html' title='Relatively annoyed.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4121403338_0587318b6e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8447224253620471851</id><published>2009-11-21T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:07:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godlike.</title><content type='html'>Today's the 21st which means it's been 3 whole fucking months since you left. And we're still together, which is quite a feat seeing that I'm the (minimally) jealous type (LOL) and you're .. the fat type lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 days more yay! Which is a relatively small amount la if you think about it. But talk to me again on xmas or at the end of the year and I'll probably be like swearing my ass off and being generally fucking cranky. It really irks me that he'll be spending xmas and counting down the new year with her. Thinking about it literally makes me want to vomit heh. But I'll try to think about the fact that he'll be back within 12 days from xmas and 7 days from the end of the year instead. I said I'd try, but most probably will be swearing at him via sms or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and we can't bbm during the 2 weeks that he'll be traveling because the countries he'll be visiting aren't covered by blackberryservice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucking hell tsk. Okay thinking about it is making me cranky again. Please remind me to be nice to my boyfriend during the holidays just because it's the holidays lol thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up my friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obtained 4 bleeding blisters via new sandals&lt;br /&gt;- Went to school twice&lt;br /&gt;- Forgot to take my ring stocks from Izak&lt;br /&gt;- Almost fell to my death trying to avoid a hugeass puddle of rainwater&lt;br /&gt;- Went to food fair ( this being the highlight of the day lol) and got jostled around by many aunties. Chingy behaved like one (ROFL) and managed to score us 3 seats! Amazing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay small small small picspam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4120846456_848aac6c88.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expo hall 4; food and aunties galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4120851828_f62c004516.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4120858272_0267ee84db.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakwaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/4120863058_a267589b69.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4120092925_23c2d42360.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry soup thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4120098451_4c3c0367f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4120878786_54ab7b97d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIANT ROTATING STICK GENTLY BARBECUING SOFT SLABS OF CHICKEN. Sorry for caps very excited lol. Also, the dude stuck his hand in the photo tsk.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/4120885228_dc3e9e9cd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried cheena snacks that are undoubtedly super unhealthy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/4120115777_6bf3abfc4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/4120119815_c132985471.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katong Spoon laksa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4120127819_e5b0acacf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4120124001_4481b2fa66.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futta La Viva gelato - we had chocolate (so-so) and Crispy Hazelnut (DAMN AMAZING).&lt;br /&gt;You can find their gelato stand &lt;a href="http://frutta-la-viva.com.sg/locate.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4120132277_de6cb67566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4120909710_3343713bc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck crepesssss &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all ttys! Sorry if I'm unfunny today brain very tired woke up at 6 to talk to the boyfriend who is fat and has taken to calling me fishball for some reason. Mad. Okay baiiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8447224253620471851?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8447224253620471851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8447224253620471851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/godlike.html' title='Godlike.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4120846456_848aac6c88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1153244239930296085</id><published>2009-11-20T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:28:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the romance.</title><content type='html'>Brain is tired, so here's a mini picspam from the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4117101061_7afd13e785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4117105459_33209b8c4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Superdog with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4117880990_bb9d4aa703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4117885794_2a6d4a7d9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatballs with poks @ikeaalexander after that WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4117890476_f9ce5d213c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best siao face HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4117894284_acc534d440.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololol accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4117898448_ab56b826da.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4117096671_f8b0e38fa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I cut my own hair just now HAHAHAHA look like fishball i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, having bad headache zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- THANKS WEIXINNNNNNN YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1153244239930296085?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1153244239930296085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1153244239930296085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-romance.html' title='I want the romance.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4117101061_7afd13e785_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1391821201908979853</id><published>2009-11-19T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:19:43.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought i was what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1391821201908979853?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1391821201908979853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1391821201908979853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-me-for-me.html' title='love me for me?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1541208636702834429</id><published>2009-11-18T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:08:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what he's after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" style="width: 219px; height: 35px;" height="35" width="219"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=35305671&amp;amp;path=2009/11/17&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=219&amp;amp;oh=35"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do i try to change him?&lt;br /&gt;so hard not to blame him&lt;br /&gt;and if i could hold on, through all the tears and the laughter,&lt;br /&gt;would it be beautiful? or just a beautiful disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1541208636702834429?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1541208636702834429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1541208636702834429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-what-hes-after.html' title='I don&apos;t know what he&apos;s after.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5047676215325316034</id><published>2009-11-17T19:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:37:23.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening?</title><content type='html'>Kinda losing my way for FYP. I wanted to go in a certain direction, but it's now considered too broad, so now I have to come up with more proposals zzz. My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm cramping insanely so please do not cross me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in the mac lab today, Joleong and I met a living, breathing foghorn. She would not. shut. the. fuck. up. And she just yakked on and and on and and on. LOUDLY. We could hear her THROUGH our earphones - even with itunes jacked up to maximum volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate another person. Karma's coming for me, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i just traveled to Bukit Gombak to collect something I've wanted for a long time. Was really happy. Please note use of past tense, because I was fined $2 for staying in the MRT for more than 2 hours. WHAT THE FUCK? I HAVE AN MRT PASS, YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKERS! AND FUCK YOU IT TAKES 66 MINUTES TO GET TO BOONLAY FROM TAMPINES OKAY WHAT IF I MAKE A ROUND TRIP THEN HOW THEN HOW YOU TELL ME?! Fucking cheat money only, I hope more of your trains stall and you get fined another $50,000 again, fucking mother fuckers tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya super cranky seriously, please blame vaginal bleeding and not my charming, non-violent personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am selling my precious accessories. Feel a little sad parting with them, because they were once precious to me, but I feel it's best we make a clean break. Please don't call me anymore. I may pine for you from time to time, but some things just weren't meant to be. Goodbye my lovely layered gold chains T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling clothes too. See how broke i am? Selling all my precious life essentials ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4110104044_87220751d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4109344329_6ec13dc401.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4111312568_df22ac5f8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also selling these gorgeous wedges (pics credit to estrentia.livejournal.com - check out her stuff, abit pricy but chio ttm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4110038246_c42ae17b60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4110080540_30582b1a6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4110060066_997b33f253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2562/4109311845_be27175a8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harem pants, dorothy perkin's double u-neck dress, topshop blazer and my semi-slutty-officegirl work skirt lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SUPPORT SUPPORT SUPPORT OKAY -&gt; &lt;a href="http://zomgoodness.livejournal.com/25979.html"&gt;zomgoodness.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is my hair like fucking long now? It's annoying though - tickles my neck and i drop so fucking much i don't know why i'm not bald. Oh wait - too fucking much hair. If you invert me I can probably be a part time mop tsk. Feel like cutting it just to annoy homan rofl. What do you think? Shoulder length maybe? It'll probably grow out by the time he gets back though. Now it's all unruly and messy and i kinda feel like a cavewoman. Next thing you know, my eyebrows are going to go through a growth surge and I will look like LBXX D: !!!! OMG i totally just convinced myself to cut my hair lol i win (and am going siao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to buy groceries and cook dinner with my siblings. Might just kill each other. Tell homan I love him and he is smells like a mushroom (and that he should thoroughly kick himself in the nuts for leaving me behind) if i die okay baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5047676215325316034?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5047676215325316034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5047676215325316034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4110104044_87220751d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7134431809188998393</id><published>2009-11-17T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:06:59.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baker baker.</title><content type='html'>my brother and his gf baked a ~heart~ shaped cake lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it wasn't bad at all. Must have been the diabetes-inducing layer of icing smothering the top lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4109814920_a9276917e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4109820222_29c55ee7f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4109039443_9c6d59dd08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, am back in school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently fucking cranky now, so ttyl bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7134431809188998393?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7134431809188998393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7134431809188998393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/baker-baker.html' title='baker baker.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4109814920_a9276917e5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2797024698957118325</id><published>2009-11-15T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:48:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn sian.</title><content type='html'>Anniversary alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next anniversary alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to the new year alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, finafuckingly - You in january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee an almost fatal buildup of resentment coming your way. Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, PMS is hitting me really really hard in the form of borderline psychotic mood swings. Again - fair warning beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. And yes, climbing a frosty mountain does sound ridiculous when you aren't accompanied by your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2797024698957118325?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2797024698957118325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2797024698957118325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn-sian.html' title='damn sian.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-893039578736651107</id><published>2009-11-15T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:56:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT PISS ME OFF, BITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was checking my phone for msgs when I saw that I'd missed a call from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hi did you call this number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Er .. Yoko? You called me just n.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AT THIS POINT SHE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INTERRUPTS&lt;/span&gt; ME WITH THE FOLLOWING GEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think you got the wrong number."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*KUPS PHONE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; PISSED IF I FARTED MY ASS WOULD HAVE BECOME A FUCKING MAKESHIFT FLAMETHROWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and still have to the nerve to be all rude and cunty when I have the courtesy to call back?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT MESS WITH ME, CUNTBAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being all angsty and the general cunty bitch that I am when I'm pissed, I called her phone with a land line, waited for her to answer, then cut the line. Five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i called one more time, this time leaving her hanging on the line for a few&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 'HELLO?!?!'&lt;/span&gt;s before i cut the line again and waited for her to return the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which she did in 20 seconds (because I have the awesome manipulative psychic ability to make her call back - just saying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Hello, who is this??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"SORRY I THINK YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*KUPS PHONE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/24b6zk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PWN SO FREAKING HARD ROFLROFLROFL.&lt;br /&gt;You may now follow this example --&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/Yokokopops/th_bowing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL ROFL okay that is all, needed to let off some bitchy steam in a form other than flatulence - i feel SO much better now ROFL KTHXBAI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-893039578736651107?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/893039578736651107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/893039578736651107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-not-piss-me-off-bitch.html' title='DO NOT PISS ME OFF, BITCH.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/24b6zk4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5699463123787672509</id><published>2009-11-15T11:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:46:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth begins at lies (LOL WTF?)</title><content type='html'>Wii @daveorawk's place yesterday afternoon, followed by another wii session @game haven at clark quay with shaun daniel meiyern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game haven is fucking fabulous! The rooms are almost bursting with comfy seats, and the rates are pretty cheap for safra members! Remotes/guitars come at no extra costs and you can choose 3 games at a time. Totally bringing homan there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pretty good porridge somewhere in china town at like 1 friggin a.m (having a car is like the best shit ever! homan please take note lol!). The frog porridge was yummy, but the frogs were like anorexic or something there was barely any meat lor tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i crashed his place in between the wii sessions and packed up as much as i could. I really can't decide if i like being reminded of you or if i hate it with a vengence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/4103565973_558aeaa69b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4103571447_ba66de84a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash photos for the banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/4104313660_3a35d2fce3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wording will be in the vast amount of space la - don't judge my disproportionate photos leh lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4104342766_cee5b1420e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They disfigured the ball box lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4104336940_372dc79141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's lone birthday guppy lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4104408370_8658f8bc4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folder of our ~relationship stuff~ i found. Remember these tickets (: ?&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, that is a drawing of a boob and an arrow pointing to the nipple which i labeled as homan, because he was being more than a boob and thus graduated to being a nipple ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL I WIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4104421032_4f01ce688d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/4103663363_b5743f6c38.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4103672399_5bc1ea7dc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole this for me - it was the sweetest thing ever. Not that I'm advocating theft or anything, but it was spontaneous and all the more amazing cuz you're so conservative lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/4104429542_2dc676d78a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to randomly steal his underwear when he's playing squash ROFL it's the funniest shit ever he'll be all panicky but now he's wisened up and started bringing extra pairs after i did it multiple times HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4104660036_cf427b44ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/4103687775_20928d12f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@gamehaven. LOOK DAVID IT"S A FUCKING HUGE INDUSTRIAL SIZED FAN IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND FUCKING HUGE LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4103692003_6dccf7c8b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL what are you looking at daniel lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2785/4103696465_debb6ceec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4103701155_d1ab5b3771.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4103709767_f3c262598e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crispy dumplings that look a lot better than they tasted lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/4104481306_cfecb12aab.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/4104486078_a5a318b4d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/4103705355_44e865373b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4103727075_4cb4c96bf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4104497338_21cd6f4913.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, i leeched about 100 shows from my sister so i am like 90% distracted lol. Also my arms are aching to fucking death from all that wii-ing so if i type more my arms just might fall off so baiiiiiiiiiiiii~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I found your love letter and i wish i hadn't read it. Now i miss you more than ever i really want to vomit. it's been 13 weeks already. Only about 6 more to go! You'd better make it worth my while when you get back. No, scratch that - you're going to become my personal slave! Your duties will include bringing me for shopping sprees, buying me everything i like lol, feeding me good food, kissing my ass and worshiping me in general MUAHAHAHA YAY I CAN'T WAIT :D LOL okay baiiiii)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5699463123787672509?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5699463123787672509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5699463123787672509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-begins-at-lies-lol-wtf.html' title='Truth begins at lies (LOL WTF?)'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/4103565973_558aeaa69b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6805303259656767166</id><published>2009-11-13T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:02:00.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i should just jump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i really am trying my fucking hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But i keep giving and giving and giving and giving and FUCKING giving and right now i'm quite sure there's nothing left for me to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;please be fair (and i'm not talking pigmentation here), because you won't like it when i reach my limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In other news, today was made of massive shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Childish adults (that's you guys), rude daughters (that's me), unreasonable expectations(you again), accusations, tempers (that's us), me slaving away in the kitchen but said childish adults (that's you) refused to eat because they were being childish and refused to talk like adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well done. Now i can rest easy, knowing my daily/weekly dose of family drama has been fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh and i really needed you today. yeah yeah yeah i know you're busy as usual, you have no time for me, you're mugging you're stressed you're busy you always have a reason etc etc etc but some stupid, stupid part of me hoped you loved me enough to compromise. I was really hoping for a little comfort - even a virtual shoulder would have been nice. How fucking unfair is it that i am desperate to hear or even just see you, but you don't give a flying shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Really not in the mood to play pretend-everything-is-okay with you right now. You want the perfect, understanding girl? Well she's not fucking here right now. Gone out for dinner (that she slaved over but her parents rejected). left the office. Call back tomorrow, or maybe in a few working days. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6805303259656767166?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6805303259656767166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6805303259656767166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-i-should-just-jump.html' title='maybe i should just jump.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2152429080656958416</id><published>2009-11-11T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:38:28.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meatyballs</title><content type='html'>Meatballs with my dependables on monday. Meatballs were awesome. But there was one fatfuck worker at ikea who was being a total asshat tsk. The machine ate my card and i simply asked him (NICELY) what was happening cuz it usually takes like 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i am like fucking hungry now afk brb will finish the story later lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so anyway, I asked him and he totally replied me in a tone of general cheebainess! Like "IT'S. JUST. READING. YOUR. CARD." that kind of tone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was ALREADY fucking cranky prior to this little juicy gem that came out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Seriously. You're fat as FUCK and you're working at ikea. As an information clerk. Your life is sad and shitty because everyday you go to work looking like a giant lemon and you get paid peanuts for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that saying again? 'What life gives you lemons, make lemonade?', was it? Well in your case, you ARE the fucking lemon. So lemonade would probably refer to your pee and/or your random other (probably sour) bodily excretions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATUALATIONS. YOU WIN AT LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now have a break. And a kit kat. But your life will still be sad, sour (excuse the pun) affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do detest rude staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it MY problem that you're having a bad day? If i'm nice to you, what's with the attitude of general cheebai-ness? Do i LOOK like the kind of person that gives a flying shit about how shitty your day has been? FUCK OFF tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was all like um yeah, it usually doesn't take this long what? what's with the attitude?? You're damn fucked up tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i turned my back on him and walked away. I win. Okay fine it was a little mean and childish but still! He was all zesty (excuse the pun) and diva-ish to my face! fucking cuntrag tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4089345975_25fb2db891.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was FUCKING long omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4089351663_d3155a29f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4090118174_cd9c63f561.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken-y goodness &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2582/4089361759_7b838bb053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4090128596_1960076585.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New dish - Christmas platter. Roast baby potatoes(good), turkey ham(passable) and roast turkey(super dry). It was so-so. I wouldn't order it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4089373453_8ddbfe32d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking asshole was 40 minutes late! Cheebai _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/4090140942_00ce28e180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4090146962_eba8d2c0fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol 2nd expression wins at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4089396639_e28e44d632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4090153198_584ac0576c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to shred the chicken to eat it ): but still good tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4090164748_a25d86a0d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/4089409621_889456d655.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandalizing the soft toys lol. Now you know why you should -faceplant- into those 'cute soft toys'. you never know where they've been (or what they've been held against D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4089415381_6a3b82d5ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok sofa bed! And he's eyeing shaun's butt, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4089423887_ca3d5226f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoomed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/4089429993_fd7032e7ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole picture LOLOLOLOL. Haris was looking all ready to smack him in the face HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4089436601_11d046fe9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/4089443991_17fa7e96b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated by twinkly lights / being really gay lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4090212908_00aae79ece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4089463355_40d3cc2998.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haris looking like a penis + their best thriller imitations lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4090233448_6941714385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2659/4090240074_fda68e81b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/4089482931_f68c349952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4089489137_f481a79ef5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL LOOK AT HIS RANGE OF EXPRESSION LOL A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4089495063_369e99e273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4090264172_e395d6166a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/4090219470_6a8d34dc19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just dropped by NUS to take photos for the squash invitational banner. I probably lost 2kg of water in the form of sweat and quite possibly caused grievous harm to lumen's nose/back lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into NUS was kinda familiar in a non-comforting way.I was assaulted on all sides by the (too) familiar sights/buildings/smell of sweat/sound of squashing lol. All that was missing was your mushroom scent and extremely loud laugh. It made me miss you a little more than i already do and now i want to vomit tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i also went to eat with his mom yesterday. Traveled all the fucking way to boon lay again lol i deserve a prize for endurance i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met his relatives D: ! That was kind of a surprise lol. Their canto is amazing. Me no understandy lol. So i just generally guessed at what the were saying. Also dropped by his new place. It's chio to the max and the bed is fucking gosu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pool, oh the pooooooooooool (insert lots of swooning here). In the afternoon light, it was just so-so, but when night fell, it transformed into a magical wonderland of chio, mysterious lighting and silent seduction. I'm totally crashing like ASAP lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is generally all. I have to photoshop shit for damien, who now owes me a shopping spree at a shop of my choice HAHAHAH okay that really is all baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2152429080656958416?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2152429080656958416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2152429080656958416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/meatyballs.html' title='meatyballs'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4089345975_25fb2db891_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4347628460416869606</id><published>2009-11-08T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:44:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying times.</title><content type='html'>There's a wall in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't move ahead and I can't go back, so basically I'm fucked right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really fucking wish I could stop feeling so fucking resentful. I wish I was more pushy; less considerate of your feelings; I wish I could just stop giving a flying shit but I can't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm so weak it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, yesterday I saw an old man pee in the bushes in front of me. And the bush looked really prickly. I'm talking about the the actual PLANT bush not the old man's bush you sick bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i shall end this post with that delightful mental image for you to conjure. Merry xmas, goodnight ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4347628460416869606?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4347628460416869606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4347628460416869606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-times.html' title='Trying times.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-799698700063365297</id><published>2009-11-08T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:46:18.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/4082660943_57b8caaaa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4082701251_ec497141ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been playing this? My colleagues are going crazy over them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/4082710645_e0376a1cbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleong made the sticker herself D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4083474822_3225b7db25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/4083480054_68e1f6f0c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Superdog has soft serve ice cream :D. It's not bad but I'm not really an ice cream person, so don't trust my ice cream judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/4082728527_fcc6595fe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/4083495898_762475b020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am starving. Also, my boyfriend uploaded pictures, will put that up later tonight or possibly tomorrow. I kinda wanna stall a little cuz I know i'll see her face in many photos, which in turn will piss me off further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-799698700063365297?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/799698700063365297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/799698700063365297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucking-hungry.html' title='fucking hungry.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/4082660943_57b8caaaa5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6222102695199120660</id><published>2009-11-08T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:46:47.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE BORN WITH MOUTH OPENINGS.</title><content type='html'>Today started out well. Good weather in the form of sunshine and a soft breeze, breakfast with my brother and an ice cold coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. Fucking. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two minahs behind me WOULD NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all like&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Oh mi gort dance later siollllllll! Aiy XXXX you kan do it one you so goot etc etc etc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG LIKE SHUT THE FLYING FUCK UP CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WOULD NOT STOP TALKING. IN THEIR STUPID SLANG AND THEIR AMAZING KNACK FOR SPEAKING IN WORDS WITH NO MORE THAN 3 FUCKING SYLLABLES. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR DANCE (and by 'dance' i mean she fucking gyrated in her seat to show her friend her moves/seizures), DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW BIG YOUR VAGINA IS, DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HAVE SLEPT WITH AND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE STOP FUCKING CLAPPING LIKE A FUCKING SEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i hate stupid people. So fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved my earphones as deep as they could go and turned the volume up to the fucking MAXIMUM, and yet i found no reprieve from the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fucking hell all that gyrating meant they kept knocking into my seat OMG FUCKING DULAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please die. Please, I beg you of both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get knocked up by random men then get disowned by your entire families because they are ashamed of your general sluttiness. You will both then become homeless and desolate and live on the streets and find yourselves unable to get jobs because the both of you don't know any words with more than 2 syllables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah A will give birth to a deformed psycho baby (because the random man who knocked her up was really her brother) then die from excessive blood loss. Minah B will eat the baby to survive. She will then choke on the skull (because she tried to eat it), and a passerby will panick and go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"OMG CALL THE AMBULANCE!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; and upon hearing the divine 3 syllable word, she dies from  from overexposure to Good english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/whzlnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6222102695199120660?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6222102695199120660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6222102695199120660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-people-should-not-be-born-with.html' title='SOME PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE BORN WITH MOUTH OPENINGS.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/whzlnd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3015750065892324706</id><published>2009-11-07T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:54:22.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasure.</title><content type='html'>I love watching The Longest Yard. I've watched it about 70 times but it never gets old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I've been spamming fluids the whole day (cuz I can't chew). This has led to excessive bladder action lol help I'm at work and I have to run to the toilet and pee in under 30 seconds lol i deserve a prize lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flickr still isn't accepting the photos tsk annoying. okay that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3015750065892324706?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3015750065892324706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3015750065892324706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty pleasure.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-4227929719318491715</id><published>2009-11-07T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:51:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes up has got to fall.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the absence. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cranky as fuck lately, mostly due to my gum swelling up and practically covering the whole of my fucking molar. I can't close my mouth nor can I open it too wide, so it's almost always in a semi-open state resulting in me looking spastic. I should drool a little for effect lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swollen gums = fucking hard to eat and can you imagine how cranky that makes me? David and Jobung and I went to Superdog for dinner. SUPER. DOG. LEH. Land of amazing hot dogs and super crunchy fries of amazingness LEH!!!!!!!!!! AND i couldn't even eat my burger properly damn spastic. Yes i ate a burger at superdog. Yes i realize the irony. But it was only cuz i couldn't fit a the thing in my mouth ( that's what she said LOL SORRY). Aiy i had to compress the burger to eat it. Like I had to FLATTEN it into a pancake. And that barely worked either so I had to go all cavewoman and shred it with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought sustenance in the form of thick, sludgy porridge and meatball soup to last me throughout my 12hour shift at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Digressing - I love thick, sludgy porridge. It's excellenttttttt &lt;3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all. I have some pictures from yesterday, but flickr is being cranky so I can't get them up. Will update this post later or something lol ttyl bai~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-4227929719318491715?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4227929719318491715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/4227929719318491715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-goes-up-has-got-to-fall.html' title='What goes up has got to fall.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5502223651033528294</id><published>2009-11-02T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:37:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This will never end.</title><content type='html'>We'll play this game;&lt;br /&gt;do this dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll toe the line;&lt;br /&gt;test the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I..&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my silence because there is obviously nothing left for me to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5502223651033528294?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5502223651033528294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5502223651033528294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-will-never-end.html' title='This will never end.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2802314355687223879</id><published>2009-11-01T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:31:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's a violent world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/4062021818_261628d9b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap curry. Good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/4062043376_19757e43ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/4062032948_efb6877741.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4061322649_8a789658e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4061314601_098163469f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4061339871_0401ca9dea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4062077904_ea44524a1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our gaming room lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/4062092804_f5cc2b1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4061353125_5627ded11d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Wii-ing lol. Haris is hands down the WORST at shooting games lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4061367067_180c68566e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't even figure out the remote lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4062124396_3851b2b377.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwning everyone in Wii Bowling lol. Damn spastic lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/4062136172_ccb403b474.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4062147550_22e0c2baed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/4062153722_8a900c4dd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/4062161122_0500aa6e3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized by giant elmo heads lol. I totally want one. Can someone win that shit for me rofl the elmo head is like the size of a baby boulder rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4061423281_527f615ff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to Bedok Simpang for supper. Teh bing wasn't bad at all, the boyfriend would have loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4061435073_7a0f58846f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/4062173590_1c9a71b69c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab &lt;3 + smelly brown friend keeps making faces in ALL the photos. Super annoying I'm going to punch him soon lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to write, so that is all. Perhaps when I'm feeling up to it, I'll edit the post. Not right now though. Right now i'm thoroughly confused. I need answers and reassurance but tonight I will have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if sharing is caring - we're fucking done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2802314355687223879?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2802314355687223879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2802314355687223879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-aiudfhasodfasdiofj.html' title='Baby it&apos;s a violent world.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/4062021818_261628d9b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-9067710945830004687</id><published>2009-11-01T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:55:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it was worth it, but right now at this very moment, I can't figure out why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-9067710945830004687?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/9067710945830004687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/9067710945830004687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2321087721246172745</id><published>2009-11-01T04:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:31:30.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour me surprised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4059648925_d662a6da77.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4059657723_6670d2864c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4059653187_858dfd69a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4060403492_99204719ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/4059655583_4f33df7302.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4059671613_7edb2e3c11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4060417302_33ca10fa2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/4059676427_71237d2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4059664401_1b33ed4b03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4060364452_80cb601b06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/4060375992_7a34573f30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like making quirky stuff. It makes me feel like I've accomplished something. Something unique that other people hadn't thought / didn't think to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how people delight in buying something I made by hand. It's such a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for buying my rings babes, hope you liked them as much as i loved making them &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2321087721246172745?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2321087721246172745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2321087721246172745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/11/colour-me-surprised.html' title='Colour me surprised.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4059648925_d662a6da77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-311607685805519955</id><published>2009-10-31T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:43:06.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>2 days ago i managed the impossible. I lifted my thumb nail off it's nail bed. With an oniion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously didn't do it on purpose la! I was cleaning and prepping the onion for mincing, and peeled off the outermost layer using my thumbnail. It slid in between the nail and thumb(meat? lol) and now it hurts to touch anyhting tsk nabei. It's totally bruised la tsk fucked up. Fucking evil onion! Please note it is my prerogative to blame said evil onion instead of my own stupidity for not noticing how deep the onion was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya and yesterday I tried to make a glowing rose. I cut open 3 glow sticks, poured the glow solution into a container and stuck a white rose in it. I used the same knife (washed and cleaned) to make sausages to eat lol and now i'm fucking laosai-ing all over the fucking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3 fucking a.m to bomb the toilet! Fuckkkk why do i always wake up early on weekends lol super fucked up. Now i just feel super dizzy and nauseous tsk fuckapoodledoo zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I fucking miss him. Feeling a little resentful that he left me behind. My brain knows it's not his fault (OR IS IT?) but my heart is all like FUCK YOU ASSHOLE rofl rofl rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with poks later! I'll keep you updated on whether it stays in my stomach or if I nuke the toilet again rofl rofl rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all bai. Pics later perhaps &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-311607685805519955?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/311607685805519955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/311607685805519955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1886644367540686479</id><published>2009-10-28T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:26:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4052429305_9644fda693.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many love letters have been written with this gorgeous bb of mine lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4052445013_5810a301db.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New night table. And by new i mean my mom couldn't find space to shove it so she chucked it in my room -.- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/4053196226_b3e4cf3aa8.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/4052439941_6e6413e456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like 1/4 of my collection lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day. Things aren't working out, i want to shoot myself zzzzzzz. I really wish you were here. You're the only person who can make me feel better without annoying me further. I wonder what italy's like. I imagine it is full of pasta and meatballs and yummy pizza and awesome food lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i thought it'd be hard not being able to talk to you at all for this week. But it hardly makes a difference. That's probably bad, right? Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i put a cute little flash countdown timer from &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/countdown"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; into my side bar - my wording is awesome HAHAHAHA and so aptly fitting too right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=005320&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=01&amp;date_day=06&amp;date_year=1&amp;un=MY PIG COMES ROLLING HOME&amp;size=giant&amp;mo=01&amp;da=06&amp;yr=2010" width="500" height="160"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=005320&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=01&amp;date_day=06&amp;date_year=1&amp;un=MY PIG COMES ROLLING HOME&amp;size=giant&amp;mo=01&amp;da=06&amp;yr=2010" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1886644367540686479?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1886644367540686479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1886644367540686479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-not-my-type.html' title='All in.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4052429305_9644fda693_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-475589652433081433</id><published>2009-10-28T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:25:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people just shouldn't fuck(ing procreate.)</title><content type='html'>Some people say I am mean. Others says I am the female version of Lord Voldemort. Some even say I am the devil incarnate. But I disagree. I am but the flesh and blood of you and her. Come to think of it, maybe the devil moniker holds true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really shouldn't fuck. Okay fine, fuck like a monkey if you want to, just don't get the girl pregnant. Cause' pregnancy = baby, okay boys and girls? And we don't want a baby, now do we? Baby = fucking expensive, so if you don't want to spend all your fucking money on a baby, don't fuck and don't fucking get the girl knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if the girl is knocked up, abort the fucking baby. Because really, there's no point keeping the fucking baby, raising the fucking baby, then acting all sour and bitter and fucked up that you now have pay for a kid. A-fucking-bort it. It's better for everyone, the baby especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just reiterate for dramatic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Do not procreate.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stick penis in vagina.&lt;br /&gt;Do not shoot out millions of your mini-mes into said vagina, or her womb will explode.&lt;br /&gt;Do not pass go.&lt;br /&gt;Do not collect $500.&lt;br /&gt;Do not pork underaged vaginas or go straight to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am a parent, I will be nothing like you. I will be happy about my (planned) pregnancy. I will be ready for a child. I won't pop it out of my vagina then take all my regret out on it. I will never berate them or make them feel unwanted or shitty for existing. They might (and will probably) annoy the fucking shit out of me, but I will provide for them, care for them and let them know they are loved, however annoyingly fucktarded they may turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she/he turns into an ahlian/beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to use a condom ya'll! Okay that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-475589652433081433?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/475589652433081433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/475589652433081433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-people-just-shouldnt-fucking.html' title='Some people just shouldn&apos;t fuck(ing procreate.)'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2832646635418790856</id><published>2009-10-26T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:42:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71.</title><content type='html'>Last night, you sang me a song with no lyrics. Okay, some lyrics. By some I mean a few words here and there, because you have the weirdest habit of listening to songs for the melody's sake (I swear he doesn't even know the full lyrics to anything except perhaps the birthday song) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all your weird quirks - from the super gross habit of sniffing parts of your body that no sane person should put their noses near, to your amazing ability of singing out of tune EVERY TIME, to your eclectic hardcoregamer/nerdcake/squashathelete personality combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You irritate me, chide me and upset the shit out of me sometimes, but you accept me for who I am (incredibly cunty bitch when i'm cranky and all) and you make me so unbelievably happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive me batshit insane, and yet here I am, still madly in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the sane in my crazy, the fat in my thin, the very heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 34th month, wherever (in Italy) you are ❤&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2832646635418790856?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2832646635418790856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2832646635418790856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/71.html' title='71.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3785788780234235069</id><published>2009-10-26T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:32:10.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth be told, i lie.</title><content type='html'>My boy left for Italy a few hours ago. As usual, it'll take awhile (for the fact that I won't be able to talk to him for a week) to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two hours, it'll be our 34th month together. Does that even count? Like, if we're apart and separated by 10,000km, should that be taken to account? The fatty says it should count for twice as much time just cause' it takes a lot more effort to maintain a relationship lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am making dinner for my family now. I bought a whole chicken and those weird herbal packet thingies lol. I prepped the chicken and it was fucking disgusting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to decapitate it and amputate its feet! And and it was just like the fucking fattiest shit ever. Like fat was EVERYWHERE! Kinda like me lol. No but seriously, I kept de-fatting it and the fat just never seemed to end urgh totally grossed out. It's steaming now in a foil packet, with chinese herbs and spices lol. You know that emperor chicken thing? i think that's what i'm cooking but it's all in chinese so *shrug* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that is all. My hands still smell chicken-y ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afk puking forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3785788780234235069?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3785788780234235069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3785788780234235069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-be-told-i-lie.html' title='truth be told, i lie.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1160216171499974767</id><published>2009-10-25T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:37:16.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only slow song I appreciate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4041005681_532884d2b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4041766580_86e4f1f2b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4041011129_3b1f99099e.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4041762316_1901883e4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/4041044653_85ae5ef147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handmade rings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4041055981_6300a9baf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween series :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4041819556_d2411c889f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4041835280_b9f40ebfac.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4041060949_2121c89268.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4041067317_e5e41f984a.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/4041796904_84d0b41bce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/4041824390_f01f5f4e65.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini mahjong series :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4041830020_348c3a7d80.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2495/4041841632_6369f31213.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food rings lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/4041100685_3cae3f10ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite necklaces of the moment. I don't have any silver jewelry at all lol. Graduated to gold and never looked back, but have been contemplating a few pieces hehehe ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4041106677_171e91ed8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4041785314_e819ba2477.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favourite necklace + kikki-k pen. It says Yours&amp;Mine, which is kind of gay but it was either this or LUCKY lol so i chose the lesser of two evils ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, just thought it was getting boring without pictures and all my wordspams lol okay bai &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Dear fatty, I love you super fucking long time. I bitch like crazy, but just know that you're the only one for me okay? Hugs forever &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1160216171499974767?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1160216171499974767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1160216171499974767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/var-pagenoteratio-1-var-pagenoteratio-1.html' title='You&apos;re the only slow song I appreciate.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4041005681_532884d2b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2026915654642377601</id><published>2009-10-25T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:09:56.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO SHE DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear baby-daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL FUCK ME I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING THIS IS THE BEST KIND OF SHIT TO HEAR IN THE MORNING. I think my lungs are seriously going to fucking explode lololoolool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask, because I won't tell you to save your delicate ears from shrivelling and dying after your lungs implode from excessive laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA AFK LAUGHING FORFUCKINGEVER I SWEAR TO GOD OMGWTFBBQ HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2026915654642377601?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2026915654642377601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2026915654642377601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='OH NO SHE DIDN&apos;T!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8587171962001210096</id><published>2009-10-25T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:26:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you shitting me??</title><content type='html'>I just got caught in the rain. And by rain I mean God-is-crying, water-cycle-malfunctioning, giant-fucking-water-balloon-exploded-in-space, FUCKING HEAVY RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am literally DRIPPING water. I look like I went to shower with my clothes on. GO ME! As i walked into Safra, every single dry person (at the cafe I walked past) was staring at me. Um hello? Have you not seen people drenched in the rain before? Stop staring la! Fucking annoying tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay afk, squeezing water from my clothes now yay me -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8587171962001210096?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8587171962001210096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8587171962001210096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-shitting-me.html' title='Are you shitting me??'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3384090478099685847</id><published>2009-10-25T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:14:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat ):</title><content type='html'>you made me a video, it made me weepy and now i miss you more than ever, you pangsai ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday you'll be travelling around Italy for a WEEK. And Italy isn't covered by dataroam. Which means no bbm, no talking, no anything. When you get back to Singapore i will kill you with my bare hands ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARE HANDS, BITCH! Be afraid, be very afraid lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy sorry la he was spamming my phone this morning at 6.19am to wake me up to skype. I was like 3/4 asleep and wondering why the fuck my alarm kept ringing even though i snoozed like 30 times lol fuckadoodlepoo lol. Yawnnn super sleepy now, have to go to work soon. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had my hair tied up in a pony tail and I tricked him into thinking i'd cut my hair short and he freaked out and was all like NOOOOO HONEY NOOOOOOO WHY YOU CUT YOUR HAIR NOOOOO etc etc. Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/4041398478_529a348381.jpg" alt="Picture 31 by you." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="452" width="460" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv4040648679" style="width: 462px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/4040648679_802eb45b38.jpg" alt="Picture 30 by you." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="448" width="460" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol love you, fatbooby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, brain very tired now bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3384090478099685847?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3384090478099685847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3384090478099685847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/fat.html' title='fat ):'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/4041398478_529a348381_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1228240505194100028</id><published>2009-10-25T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:15:19.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73 days more.</title><content type='html'>Why does it burn without a fire&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel like you're toeing a wire&lt;br /&gt;Without reason or sense or rational thought&lt;br /&gt;it feel likes you're dying and maybe you ought&lt;br /&gt;to forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was bored, you were .. distracted and it's been much too long a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say to you, so ..  goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Most days, I pretend I am something I am not, just to ease your guilt. Then i wonder why the hell i bother making an effort when there is no reciprocation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1228240505194100028?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1228240505194100028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1228240505194100028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/73-days-more.html' title='73 days more.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5756282921447396056</id><published>2009-10-24T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:19:21.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, reminiscing.</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-date-ever.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 days til you come back and we can have amazing dates together again. I miss you, and i hope you like the presents baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him a topman shirt and these two pens from kikki-k, the new stationary shop in ion from Australia. Cutest pens ever :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/pi_17223.jpeg" src="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/pi_17223.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/16985_design_financial_year.jpg" src="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/16985_design_financial_year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/pi_17268.jpeg" src="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/images/pi_17268.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green was my fave though, but I gave it to him cuz he likes green too heh. Aiy miso bored at work right now, waiting for my fatty to wake up. Okay that is all bai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5756282921447396056?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5756282921447396056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5756282921447396056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-reminiscing.html' title='sitting, reminiscing.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3538407076541896186</id><published>2009-10-24T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:53:09.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your heart when i'm not around?</title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking exhausted. Today I took leave and went to school and ~tried~ to explain my situation to most impossibly inflexible assface on earth. My hands are tied. I have no choice. All I ask is for a little flexibility and a little understanding for 4 short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And asking you to reply my emails was asking too much? No fucking wonder you were demoted. You lost my fucking ~major~ form, blamed me for it, accused me of not handing it in AT ALL then dropkicked me into the WRONG major and NOW you're going to royally fuck me over because you're computer illiterate. Congratulations, you win at being a total jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both my care person and course managers are being super understanding about it. Thank you so much, it's a lot more than i expected, and I really really appreciate you guys helping me. Promise I'll try my bloody hardest, cross my heart and swear on my favourite UO sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to help my sister out at work today, just barely got home half an hour ago. So fucking tired and mentally exhausted, i just want to curl up into a ball and sleep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I passed a few presents to homan's friend's sister cause' she's visiting italy with them next week. He just got them. And i am probably fucking insane to say this but I'm jealous that my presents are near him sooner than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad. Jealous of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inanimate objects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain obviously dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather your presence over your presents any day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all bai ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Today i woke up feeling horrible. I read through some of our old msn conversation logs and it made me miss you even more. The past few days have been really rough and I really really needed you. You're supposed to be my pillar of fat - all dependable and unmovable and awesome for leaning when I can't find my footing and my knees are wobbly and weak. But you've up and gone and uprooted to France and I feel so unsteady and unsure and it feels horrible. God i miss you so fucking much. I don't want you to come back and find that I've learnt independence. I want to need you; to depend on you like you used to depend on me. But you've learnt, and maybe... maybe I should too.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3538407076541896186?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3538407076541896186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3538407076541896186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-your-heart-when-im-not-around.html' title='Where is your heart when i&apos;m not around?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5953213340090551404</id><published>2009-10-21T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:49:37.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the fuck is the nail polish remover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4030635914_8d9e098d09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this piece of shit? Colour wheels are a major pain in the rectum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/4030640752_d0c77d450a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/4029892301_d87580795b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/4030652722_fa95c63879.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multicoloured chalk lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/4030658724_e0c0328fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assorted notebooks from Topshop, paperchase, korea etc lol. I buy but don't write in them cuz my handwriting sucks so they just take up space. Super spastic lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4029908191_ede6823de9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met daniel a few days ago. He got attacked by sandflies during a NS camp thingy. Creeeeeeeeepy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4029916197_5163385892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4029920763_950acddef7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i am stressing the fuck out because fuckers will be fuckers who act blur. Wake up la, it's in my sent box you can totally see that I emailed it to you lor! Tsk fucking hate you zzz. Please DIAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to all my classmates who have been really helping me and enduring the donaldduckvoice to inform the teachers about my situation, you all are very very very awesome okay karma will reward you with a year's supply of mac&amp;cheese and dinty moore's chicken stews ok ok &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5953213340090551404?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5953213340090551404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5953213340090551404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-fuck-is-nail-polish-remover.html' title='where the fuck is the nail polish remover?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4030635914_8d9e098d09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3448044727764924607</id><published>2009-10-21T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:34:51.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck am i doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3448044727764924607?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3448044727764924607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3448044727764924607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-fuck-am-i-doing.html' title='what the fuck am i doing?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3929523316065265248</id><published>2009-10-19T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:57:47.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2762/4025786487_d29c4b3e65_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I ask is one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;to feel your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;your skin on my skin&lt;br /&gt;your fats on my thin (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be near you,&lt;br /&gt;to hear you,&lt;br /&gt;to touch you and taste you.&lt;br /&gt;to tell you I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3929523316065265248?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3929523316065265248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3929523316065265248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_19.html' title='❤'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8729925006830484330</id><published>2009-10-18T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:17:57.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom drives me fucking insane.</title><content type='html'>The past 22 hours have been .. nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spamming a lecturer, trying to get to him to explain the situation. But he won't pick up and when he called back this morning i was bathing and and i've been spamming ever since and he still won't pick up zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called Keith instead. He makes me feel like the situation is controllable and not overwhelmingly horrible to the point of extreme projectile vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today you're traveling with her to another place to celebrate her birthday, just the two of you. You shopped, ate, went to a bar, stayed in the same room and I really can't say that i am completely all right with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I want to rip her throat open and tinkle down her neck but hey i must act all sane and understanding that you want to be all gentlemanly and shit so okay lor, go travel with the girl with bushy eyebrows of bushiness to a random area by yourselves on her birthday i don't mind i don't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I typed all the shit that I wanted to say to you here, between these brackets. But i deleted every sentence because I know that it will hurt like a bitch. I could never hurt you that way, so you will never know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, today's the 60th day without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 77 days more til you come back.(I literally laughed to myself when i typed 'only'). Am obviously going insane okay bai that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8729925006830484330?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8729925006830484330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8729925006830484330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/boredom-drives-me-fucking-insane.html' title='boredom drives me fucking insane.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-3092655274013602786</id><published>2009-10-18T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:36:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for your return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown mindless of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am not writing into an abyss, for that is what will become of my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-3092655274013602786?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3092655274013602786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/3092655274013602786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-tired-i-am-of-this-unbearable.html' title=''/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-6209440694314951228</id><published>2009-10-18T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:02:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSFW/M18/OFFENSIVE TO SOME HOR HOR HOR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 521px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/n54nwg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 701px; height: 490px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2uope85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 698px; height: 488px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2istrnk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the hottest gay man i've ever seen srsly. I'd tap that HAHAHAHAHA okay that is all bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-6209440694314951228?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6209440694314951228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/6209440694314951228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/nsfwm18offensive-to-some-hor-hor-hor.html' title='NSFW/M18/OFFENSIVE TO SOME HOR HOR HOR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/n54nwg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-1624873564484940547</id><published>2009-10-17T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:07:40.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...........</title><content type='html'>I should be happy today, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing the fucking fuck out because of this work/FYP-clash thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money's pretty tight this month, especially with all the moving and shit, so I got a month-long job so I won't have to take moneyzx from my mom and I can fund my FYP at the same time. Work starts on monday, but so does FYP consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got (#*URIJOACKLNSOIEFHSDCKNM for my FYP lecturer!?!?!?! of all the fucking people ??!?! Seriousfuckingly. Karma biting me full-on on the ass man srsly fucked up zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's work vs FYP and FYP is due around mid feb i think which is approx 4 mnths from now.. which hopefully won't be so bad and i can finish my project by then zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy but whatever will happen, will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope like hell I won't drown in the aftermath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-1624873564484940547?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1624873564484940547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/1624873564484940547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_17.html' title='...........'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-2534886746138248627</id><published>2009-10-15T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:13:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>Today was not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, missed the bus, worked 3 hours overtime, got home at 10, left the house at 10.15 to pass my mom a screwdriver so she could sell the aircon at our old house but the buyers decided not to take it last minute, pissed people off, ate with my family, just unpacked 7 more boxes and it's now 3 fucking am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up in 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top that off with what you just told me and .. today really takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oaisdfjaosidjf&lt;br /&gt;but you aoisdfjaosdijf&lt;br /&gt;Can we aaoidfjaosidfojaioafsdoiasf&lt;br /&gt;I really iajoaisdfj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-2534886746138248627?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2534886746138248627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/2534886746138248627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-7575436197228723354</id><published>2009-10-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:34:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the ?</title><content type='html'>I don't even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifzpsdofaSdgasjv#*(@(*E#(@EN(*@cej&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-7575436197228723354?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7575436197228723354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/7575436197228723354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/what.html' title='what the ?'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-5180482469657846669</id><published>2009-10-13T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:02:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a cheekopek -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=32012740&amp;path=2009/10/13&amp;mycolor=222222&amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song! Can also be pedobear's soundtrack ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired today. Had to stay back to complete DI work miso tired ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten since noon, starving to fucking death and am now cooking dinner for the family. Boiled potatoes for ONE WHOLE FUCKING HOUR! Plus like half a tub of butter lol + salt + hand mashing = fucking. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't eat until my parents come back in an hour miso hungry want to die ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also boiling carrots. The water fucking turned yellow wtf it looks like i'm boiling them in pee ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've not finished packing! It's like there is not end too all my crap omfg help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/4008774904_13b8f4b7ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room. LOL messy like dog and no money to get new furniture YET but but i am very hopeful lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/4008784652_902d1c187b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL toasted bread using a free coca-cola toaster. Fucking ridiculous! It flew out of the toasted and scared the fucking shit out of me. I literally yelped and was like OMFG when i flipped it and saw words on it -.- I thought satan was trying to talk to me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2657/4008796898_55599ef048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoesssssssss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/4008037289_5034407378.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked potatoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/4008042395_240da4cceb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunky potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4008047659_7c06d06c65.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy, smooth potatoes &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/4008769374_e94516b4c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/4007999445_1729dda511.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I lost my handmade tophat ring ): It was one of my favourites lor so sad so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, I'm so fucking tired I swear. Am also working for the next month, to fund my FYP + return what i owe to homan. Am 40% scared it will affect my FYP, but I'm not taking moneyzx from my parents anymore and fat girls can't survive on grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all, 3 MORE DAYS EVERYONE! ADD OIL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-5180482469657846669?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5180482469657846669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/5180482469657846669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-cheekopek.html' title='I&apos;m not a cheekopek -.-'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/4008774904_13b8f4b7ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-8769806265002115709</id><published>2009-10-13T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:02:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian friends lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/145682412861" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/145682412861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/145678282861" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/145678282861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you guys keep me sane. Or insane, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA I will blog abit more later if i can lol. Am now knee deep in boxes and shit to sort help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-8769806265002115709?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8769806265002115709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/8769806265002115709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/rofl.html' title='Durian friends lol.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935841.post-628351589347195754</id><published>2009-10-11T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:04:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=31837919&amp;path=2009/10/11&amp;mycolor=222222&amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abit immoral listening to a woman beater but fuck the song is super addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to the new place after work. Was super excited but then my dad just called, killed the mood and made me want to shoot myself so shrug am feeling generally mellow right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Slept at 4am woke up at 5am ++ to finish packing all my crap. Had to work at 11am for twelve hours straight so here I am, nua-ing in general, waiting for bus (which iris tells me will arrive in 18 mins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I really dislike speaking to you. You always make me feel like I'm not worth your while, which in turn makes me wonder why in the fucking hell you didn't use a condom in the first freaking place. Condom = protection = no sperm leakage = no pregnancy = no me! YAY! So by default, it's your own fault i'm here so stop acting like I such a big fat burden to your poor tortured soul kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7935841-628351589347195754?l=yokokopops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/628351589347195754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7935841/posts/default/628351589347195754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yokokopops.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day.'/><author><name>YOKO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06762654251713861964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
