<?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-6416796719232003459</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:00:13.391-07:00</updated><category term='cqan&apos;t'/><category term='NIC'/><title type='text'>BOOM SHAKA LAKA!</title><subtitle type='html'>because it's groovybabypsychedelic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</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>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-399928408156066748</id><published>2010-11-06T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T05:34:57.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um.</title><content type='html'>OKAY IT'S BEEN ONLY TWO MONTHS AND IT'S NOW NOVEMBER AND READING BACK ON THESE POSTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SHIT MY PANTS I AM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOODBYE Y'ALL! WON'T UPDATE THIS SPACE ANYMORE AND MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF LIKE I ALWAYS DO,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WON'T DELETE IT CAUSE IT'S NICE TO LOOK BACK AND THEN FEEL PROUD OF MY PRESENT SELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA. WHAT A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-399928408156066748?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/399928408156066748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=399928408156066748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/399928408156066748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/399928408156066748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/11/um.html' title='um.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8984388072326967474</id><published>2010-09-02T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:14:47.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I LIKE TO WASTE TIME.</title><content type='html'>i also bum around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;and basically i'm wasting my life.&lt;br /&gt;so while i should be doing my script and crazy-ass math,&lt;br /&gt;i did THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was some quiz and i posted it here cause y'know, i didn't really read it YET.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm editing some scripts and listening to partygirl.&lt;br /&gt;and not like people read this shiz anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he just talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;shitface man, the way i keep tripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look it's elevenfourteen!&lt;br /&gt;make a wish, all you lil people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, don't.&lt;br /&gt;because it won't come true.&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/6416796719232003459-8984388072326967474?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8984388072326967474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8984388072326967474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8984388072326967474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8984388072326967474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-like-to-waste-time.html' title='SO I LIKE TO WASTE TIME.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3728054444151604050</id><published>2010-08-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:13:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2! Your Crush</title><content type='html'>OKAY SO I KNOW IT ISN'T DAY TWO YET.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE, MINUTE TWO.&lt;br /&gt;but i am very bored and i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just put on my new heels cause i am so cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's cream with a lil' silver outline.&lt;br /&gt;and i like wearing heels while taptaptappin' on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel ohso important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i'm listening to The Wooden Birds' Believe in Love. just sayin' &lt;3} style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hate how disgustingly girly and bashful i get around you.&lt;br /&gt;i start to twirl my hair, and blush like i've been running rounds.&lt;br /&gt;it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the way you used to come so close when you talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;the way you would say my name.&lt;br /&gt;you said it so soft and gently when you wanted to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes shout it while laughing when i did something embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;and then that one time you said it so angrily.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sorry for that one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i'm pretty sure you know what effect you have on me.&lt;br /&gt;i know why you lean in close to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;because you know you can.&lt;br /&gt;and that no way in HELL would i ever mind.&lt;br /&gt;you dazzle people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like edward cullen,&lt;br /&gt;but vampires are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;except dracula,&lt;br /&gt;he truly scared the living shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i'm listening to McFly's All About You now. (:   such sweetness}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though i should be disgusted,&lt;br /&gt;like everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;that you're so aware of your effect on me,&lt;br /&gt;and how you milk it,&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, sometimes i convince myself i am.&lt;br /&gt;and then BAM you wink at me from down the corridor and i forget all about the things about you that i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should repulse me.&lt;br /&gt;you should make me cringe in disgust and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;i should be avoiding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going out of my way to catch a glimpse of your perfect face.&lt;br /&gt;not making excuses for your distasteful actions.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely not loving you, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i can't change what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;talking myself out of it failed.&lt;br /&gt;psycho-ing myself? HA definitely went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;no one can lift this haze.&lt;br /&gt;i wished the one with the brown eyes could.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently he's got a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know how i should just NOT let myself be consumed by thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;it's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;you're not healthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's really quite obvious,&lt;br /&gt;that you've got the makings of a dirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;you take advantage of my weakness for you.&lt;br /&gt;and the way you smile, and with your eyes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then there's times when you're so genuine.&lt;br /&gt;when you're telling me stories of how you were pals with that guy,&lt;br /&gt;and how this other guy is "full of shit".&lt;br /&gt;and when you laughed when i danced the KC dance.&lt;br /&gt;you were so real.&lt;br /&gt;you weren't putting up that front you usually do,&lt;br /&gt;you let it down.&lt;br /&gt;the front portraying you as that guy that's hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;the one who's unapproachable, and stuck up.&lt;br /&gt;you're not like that,&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL. so why act like you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so CONCLUSION,&lt;br /&gt;i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;you're a jerk all the way 'round, but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's that "bad guy" appeal thing right?&lt;br /&gt;that's nonsense though.&lt;br /&gt;you've let your guard down before.&lt;br /&gt;you don't always keep up that charade of the amazing, perfect guy with the megawatt smile,&lt;br /&gt;and perfect cheekbones and perfect outfits.&lt;br /&gt;no, you're so genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is that an act too?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it's basically that i know i'm foolish.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the things you used to do,&lt;br /&gt;all the things you used to say.&lt;br /&gt;now there's this huge distance between us,&lt;br /&gt;you didn't smile when you saw me the first time after June.&lt;br /&gt;you just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't understand that part,&lt;br /&gt;because you're certainly smiling at me now.&lt;br /&gt;you looked so unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;what was up with that, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the ditch is still too deep and wide to cross.&lt;br /&gt;we don't talk much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hardly ever.&lt;br /&gt;whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i know there will come a day where i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it always happens.&lt;br /&gt;there's definitely something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings don't last within me.&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i definitely love you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-3728054444151604050?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3728054444151604050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3728054444151604050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3728054444151604050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3728054444151604050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2! Your Crush'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1492368764328934806</id><published>2010-08-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:39:06.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1! Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACHEL&lt;/span&gt; AND&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LEEYANN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey you guys.&lt;br /&gt;you two are practically the same,&lt;br /&gt;even though you've never met.&lt;br /&gt;even though Singapore is crazy small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically,&lt;br /&gt;you both are incredibly thin,&lt;br /&gt;incredibly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and yeah the similiarities end there i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL ,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU for having so many dudes falling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;and it's pretty cool too,&lt;br /&gt;cause you tell me all about them,&lt;br /&gt;and i know so much dirt about people from you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;and you know randall ang!&lt;br /&gt;coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a super wacky fashion sense,&lt;br /&gt;or you used to at least.&lt;br /&gt;still sorta do though, looks at your NIKES!&lt;br /&gt;they are TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;you need to burn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're all dressy and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;which i like because now we can shop for lots an' lots of prissy shiz together.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTIETOOTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEEYANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there really much to say?&lt;br /&gt;basically we became friends because of boys,&lt;br /&gt;or rather our extreme love for the male species.&lt;br /&gt;and we both are kinda homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay not so much homophobic,&lt;br /&gt;just some homos are disGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, ellen degeneres is pretty cool and all.&lt;br /&gt;but the lesbians who are all "GUYS ARE SHIT" and stuff like that are..&lt;br /&gt;well hate 'em, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because guys are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;they are (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH and i find you irritating a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;and you've become quite the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;PMS all the time,&lt;br /&gt;it's quite frustrating to always feel like i'm treading on eggshells.&lt;br /&gt;feels like a freaking minefield.&lt;br /&gt;and you're quite the attention whore too, this year.&lt;br /&gt;it's like you became this hugeass diva, selfish queen bee because of your dramashiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM.&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/6416796719232003459-1492368764328934806?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1492368764328934806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1492368764328934806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1492368764328934806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1492368764328934806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1! Your Best Friend'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8568697070654974546</id><published>2010-08-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:23:47.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMOMMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is so dead so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup. let's get this party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8568697070654974546?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8568697070654974546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8568697070654974546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8568697070654974546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8568697070654974546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/08/ohmomma.html' title='OHMOMMA.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6923438319605174192</id><published>2010-07-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:59:47.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU.</title><content type='html'>Have I found you?&lt;br /&gt;Flightless bird,&lt;br /&gt;jealous, weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lost you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6923438319605174192?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6923438319605174192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6923438319605174192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6923438319605174192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6923438319605174192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/07/you.html' title='YOU.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6284630461911772063</id><published>2010-07-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:42:46.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDREY HEPBURN.</title><content type='html'>"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? &lt;br /&gt;You're chicken, you've got no guts.&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, &lt;br /&gt;'Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people&lt;br /&gt;do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' &lt;br /&gt;You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a&lt;br /&gt;cage. &lt;br /&gt;Well, baby, you're already in that cage. &lt;br /&gt;You built it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;And it's not bounded in the&lt;br /&gt;west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wherever you go. &lt;br /&gt;Because no matter where you run, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you just end up running into yourself." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6284630461911772063?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6284630461911772063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6284630461911772063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6284630461911772063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6284630461911772063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/07/audrey-hepburn.html' title='AUDREY HEPBURN.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5160735866900446507</id><published>2010-07-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T04:29:23.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOPSIE, WHOOPSIE DOODLE!</title><content type='html'>YAWAH SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="header"&gt; &lt;h2 class="me"&gt;ob·sess&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;əbˈsɛs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled" title="Click to show spelled"&gt;Show Spelled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;b-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;ses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA" title="Click to show IPA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;dominate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;preoccupy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;thoughts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;feelings,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;desires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;(a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;person);&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;beset,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;trouble,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;haunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;persistently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;abnormally:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;Suspicion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;unceasingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;persistently;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;dwell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, I guess I am obsessed after all.&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;all this time I've been living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to get past this shiz.&lt;br /&gt;since he likes to hang out with girls like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;he's outta my league anyway.&lt;br /&gt;like, he's practically perfect.&lt;br /&gt;let's list down the things he does amazingly well, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance, act, soccer, basketball, dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;AND he's nice, has amazing cheekbones/jaws/chin, really nice brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL isn't all smug about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe he's a little smug about his perfect genes.&lt;br /&gt;i would be too, if i looked like a god.&lt;br /&gt;and his hair is kinda reddish brown too!&lt;br /&gt;and he's so crazypale, i'd think he's albino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE HE'S EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;br /&gt;but edward cullen isn't asian.&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't have any talents either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay what am i writing about again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;right. get over this shiz.&lt;br /&gt;it's only infatuation right!?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to brown hair and brown eyes!&lt;br /&gt;and buhbye to plaid shirts and geek specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5160735866900446507?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5160735866900446507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5160735866900446507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5160735866900446507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5160735866900446507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/07/whoops-whoopsie-doodle.html' title='WHOOPSIE, WHOOPSIE DOODLE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7318090529951634895</id><published>2010-07-09T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:09:36.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TURD THAT IS MY LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;OH HELLO THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitson life is being a turd.&lt;br /&gt;apparently I "can't do anything right".&lt;br /&gt;whatever. as Eminem says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this effing black cloud, still follows me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's time to exercise these demons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these mofos are doing jumpingjacks now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;eminem is just,&lt;br /&gt;he's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i love how his music is so angry.&lt;br /&gt;i need angry music nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how angry i am.&lt;br /&gt;hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i didn't type the f-bombs he dropped.&lt;br /&gt;cause i already dropped a ton o' f-bombs today and if i'm not careful,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna drop one when i'm with the folks.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;life will suck even more balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;so i've got no one to think about.&lt;br /&gt;except myself and how angry i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i've got no one to think about when i'm bored in class.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm bored in class now, i think about clothes.&lt;br /&gt;which is crazily not satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder if he's clubbing now?&lt;br /&gt;garh. i think i'd become a clubber when i turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i have no one to daydream about.&lt;br /&gt;to doodle his name all over my textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;jackson rathbone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDcaXjXG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jankHa_gC0c/s1600/BONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDcaXjXG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jankHa_gC0c/s320/BONE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491887262533088658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;because he's not exactly a real person, is he?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he exists and all.&lt;br /&gt;but not in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the one with the brown hair and brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;well he's so disgustingly QUIET, okay?&lt;br /&gt;he's so...secretive and withdrawn and GARH.&lt;br /&gt;so that one is off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN FINALLY,&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS PLAIDSHIRTBOY.&lt;br /&gt;who everyone knows about.&lt;br /&gt;people say i look at him with that 'something' in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and on my face. don't forget the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why he hasn't been saying hi when he looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;because he sees that awestruck expression on my face.&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE IS A TRAITOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;man it is horrible not having anyone to think about.&lt;br /&gt;it's like my mind is empty.&lt;br /&gt;people say i need to occupy myself.&lt;br /&gt;with what?&lt;br /&gt;homework? projects? Christianity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i would go insane.&lt;br /&gt;I always have thought life was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;what is the PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;okay, so you're born.&lt;br /&gt;you get schooled.&lt;br /&gt;you probably get a job.&lt;br /&gt;you work.&lt;br /&gt;if you're lucky, you find love.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;and then you work somemore.&lt;br /&gt;you fight somemore.&lt;br /&gt;and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I DON'T SEE THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PURPOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and {yes this is a very wordy rant-y post. i like it.}&lt;br /&gt;and today we were talking.&lt;br /&gt;about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how people do it.&lt;br /&gt;get married, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it get boring after that?&lt;br /&gt;like, you 'fall in love', i guess and then you guys sign some documents, make a bunch of vows, get some nice Armani wedding bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then what?&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe you have some kids.&lt;br /&gt;but you wake up to the same person EVERY. SINGLE. DAY after that.&lt;br /&gt;and kids...&lt;br /&gt;children are frightening man!&lt;br /&gt;they're so NOISY and CRAZY and when they turn fourteen like me or something,&lt;br /&gt;THEY GET ALL REBELLIOUS AND ANGST-RIDDEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH BASICALLY MEANS,&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN=NO PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm sorry my folks even had me.&lt;br /&gt;they're always stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;there's no freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no PROLONGED happiness, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why in the woooorld would anyone want to subject themselves to that?&lt;br /&gt;now you can't just live for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you can't just think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you can't go out and be crazy because you have to be responsible for other people.&lt;br /&gt;holymomma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would want that?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-7318090529951634895?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7318090529951634895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7318090529951634895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7318090529951634895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7318090529951634895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/07/turd-that-is-my-life.html' title='THE TURD THAT IS MY LIFE.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDcaXjXG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jankHa_gC0c/s72-c/BONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3273409254492145646</id><published>2010-07-06T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:39:47.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOP BOP BOPPITY BOP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S BEEN SO LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! my birthday's goooone!&lt;br /&gt;I AM FOURTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up on the 25th feeling all awesome like.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to head over to universal studios but..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i showered and curled my hair and called THE ONE PERSON I ALWAYS CALL WHEN I NEED ENTERTAINMENT, WHEN I'M IN A FIX AND WHEN I FEEL LIKE BEING ASSOCIATED WITH AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deidra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and then she wished me a glorious birthday,&lt;br /&gt;and we decided to be dinin' at TGIF's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO TO THE BUBBA GUMP RESTAURANT IN L.A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, SO badly.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's freaking BUBBA GUMP.&lt;br /&gt;MA NAME IS FORREST. FORREST GU-UMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i digress.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't get why everyone is all GLEE GLEE GLEE!&lt;br /&gt;GLEE IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched three episodes.&lt;br /&gt;...they butchered a lotta songs.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; OF SONGS INDEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I DIGRESS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;i was singing JOURNEY'S &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T STOP! BELIEVING! &lt;/span&gt;the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and someone went,&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU WATCH GLEE TOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no. i got it from nigahiga.&lt;br /&gt;and the Losers.&lt;br /&gt;which was a really bad show. i think.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was watching it with the Leeyann and i was spillin' my M&amp;amp;Ms everywhere so i was all pissed and we'd wanted to catch a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;but all that was showing was the Losers.&lt;br /&gt;so we watched that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't very chick flick-y.&lt;br /&gt;not very chick flick-y at all.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY WHATEVER THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS,&lt;br /&gt;i always wanna post something concentrated on one topic but nooooo,&lt;br /&gt;i always digress then get too tired to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I AM BOOOOOOOOOSHED.&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES ARE CLOSING.&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL HAVE ENGLISH SUMMARY&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is totally bullshit-ery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because my teacher sucks.&lt;br /&gt;no more plaid shirts.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE HAVE A WOMAN WHO WALKS SO SLOW MY EYES GET TIRED WATCHING HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she throws homework at us like there ain't gonna be a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i shall do it during recess or something.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;today we had homework to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;did i do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh, nope.&lt;br /&gt;i copied three whole pages off someone.&lt;br /&gt;and handed it up.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE SAID THIS SO MANY FREAKING TIMES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if life is a highway, i am freaking drunk at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;yes i love relient k's deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;it helps me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OKAY i shall hit the sack now.&lt;br /&gt;that sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and to sign off this post with something sexy,&lt;br /&gt;here is JACKSON RATHBONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jasper hale, from Twilight. sokka from the Last Airbender!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDNN-DqsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PzIbF_wcOeU/s1600/RATH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDNN-DqsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PzIbF_wcOeU/s320/RATH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490818099226366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO LEARN SPANISH FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDNOHVkkyyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AlNCP6r8GtI/s1600/TORRES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDNOHVkkyyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AlNCP6r8GtI/s320/TORRES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490818258651368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that hotness.&lt;br /&gt;okay goonight y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3273409254492145646?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3273409254492145646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3273409254492145646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3273409254492145646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3273409254492145646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/07/bop-bop-boppity-bop.html' title='BOP BOP BOPPITY BOP.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/TDNN-DqsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PzIbF_wcOeU/s72-c/RATH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5710060106986258281</id><published>2010-06-23T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:22:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGST.</title><content type='html'>Go ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with that girl,&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Even though,&lt;br /&gt;The only side of her, you know&lt;br /&gt;Is the one she fakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5710060106986258281?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5710060106986258281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5710060106986258281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5710060106986258281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5710060106986258281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/06/angst.html' title='ANGST.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5100754533205669449</id><published>2010-05-31T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:05:17.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARLING I DO, SEE YOU.</title><content type='html'>heading out to meet the TYT.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how we used to want to talk to each other SO MUCH, we'd seal our phones in plastic ziploc bags so we wouldn't have to stop while we were in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;But now there's this silence between us. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden leaves looked brown to me,&lt;br /&gt;the world had lost colour without you.&lt;br /&gt;Notes on the keys, meant nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;The world didn't sing without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5100754533205669449?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5100754533205669449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5100754533205669449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5100754533205669449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5100754533205669449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/darling-i-do-see-you.html' title='DARLING I DO, SEE YOU.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1030140049449437802</id><published>2010-05-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T07:07:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTRANT, RAMBLIN'. (L)</title><content type='html'>I am not even kidding or exaggerating when I say that I think about you, every. Single. Day.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I've TRIED pushing you out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;But EVERY DAY, &lt;br /&gt;I see something or someone that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I smell something that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I hear something that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when that THING or PERSON has utterly nothing to&lt;br /&gt;do with you, your memory jolts me.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;And laughed(:&lt;br /&gt;our awesome conversations, with me blushing like a FOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;The way you used to drum your fingers and speak really softly.&lt;br /&gt;The way you shook your head, feigning disappointment and then called my name.&lt;br /&gt;The way you DANCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh LAWD. The way you POPPED! And locked! And moonwalked across the floorboards!&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing I will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, the way you always look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wear those black glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's those plaid shirts!&lt;br /&gt;And your tan jeans. &lt;br /&gt;Your grey hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;Your awesome high tops.&lt;br /&gt;That THING made of twisted silver and white gold around your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)(L)(L)(L)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddammit, there's no one like you.&lt;br /&gt;no one that could ever BE like you.&lt;br /&gt;I think, NO, &lt;br /&gt;I know you're the closest to perfection i'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's madness without you, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1030140049449437802?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1030140049449437802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1030140049449437802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1030140049449437802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1030140049449437802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/rantrant-ramblin-l.html' title='RANTRANT, RAMBLIN&apos;. (L)'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1990407465012465097</id><published>2010-05-25T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T05:41:16.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR WORDS.</title><content type='html'>NATE. ARCHIBALD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because who doesn't love waspoids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still very much addicted to joan jett and eminem right now.&lt;br /&gt;and I really need to get my life back on track.&lt;br /&gt;and ohh yesss, I need to SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even a want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's amazing that it's only been EIGHTEEN days since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a freaking lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;And the way I keep missing him at starbucks and carl's junior is NO JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;this is ridonkulous, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;What if I never NEVER EVER see him again?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't life kinda suck?&lt;br /&gt;The LY and I dreamt the exact same dream of him,&lt;br /&gt;except mine was last month and hers was last night.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of his house(: &lt;br /&gt;HAHA WE ARE FREEEEAAAKKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really looking forward to anything.&lt;br /&gt;church is kinda getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I used to love it though.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1990407465012465097?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1990407465012465097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1990407465012465097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1990407465012465097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1990407465012465097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-words.html' title='FOUR WORDS.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4530178694624016097</id><published>2010-05-21T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T08:37:33.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EENIE MEENIE MINEE MO LOVAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYGOODNESS I LOVE KYLE XY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching smosh just now and my mom was all,&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE YOU WATCHING BOYS!?"&lt;br /&gt;with this crazed look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can, mumsy.&lt;br /&gt;because i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAY,&lt;br /&gt;ANTHONY PADILLA IS HOT!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha especially when he's all &lt;a href="http://www.smosh.com/sexyanthony"&gt;SEXY ANTHONY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee! AHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm all twitter crazy with malorie cause His Gorgeousness was at carl's junior today.&lt;br /&gt;no, not sexyanthony.&lt;br /&gt;the dude with the plaid and the cheekbones(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm such a stalker i freak myself out.&lt;br /&gt;but hey!&lt;br /&gt;all's fair in love and war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH GOOGLE IS BEING ALL AWESOMELY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO THEIR PAGE AND THEEEERE'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PACMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PLAYING &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PACMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAAAAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my facebook's language to ENGLISH(PIRATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST. FREAKING. EPIC. THING. EVAAAAR!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm being gay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to eenie meenie.&lt;br /&gt;i like sean kingston's part.&lt;br /&gt;then when the little lesbian comes on i tell myself it's a prepubescent girl.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that hard to convince my ears of that.&lt;br /&gt;look at this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S_akyEghskI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oZM0O4hq-Vg/s1600/gayshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S_akyEghskI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oZM0O4hq-Vg/s320/gayshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473743577225998914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that doesn't scream SHITASTIC GAY LITTLE BOY! to you then,&lt;br /&gt;well. your eyes are a little weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think matt dallas is hhhhhot.&lt;br /&gt;he's also gay.&lt;br /&gt;but still, hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd seen you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd have seen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4530178694624016097?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4530178694624016097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4530178694624016097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4530178694624016097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4530178694624016097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/eenie-meenie-minee-mo-lovah.html' title='EENIE MEENIE MINEE MO LOVAH!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S_akyEghskI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oZM0O4hq-Vg/s72-c/gayshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7330912569084025740</id><published>2010-05-17T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:04:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHWELLHEYTHERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO LIFE HAS BEEN A BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, the worst one i know.&lt;br /&gt;the one that backstabs and trips you and slaps you around more than i want to slap justin bieber around.&lt;br /&gt;and gossips more than kati and isabel in gossipgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so i need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;OOH CAT! THERE'S A PICTURE OF A CAT! IT'S A CUTE CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want him.&lt;br /&gt;not the cat. the one who wears hoodies and plaid shirts.&lt;br /&gt;hoodies and plaid shirts are the most awesome things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;on guys. guys with chests like him.&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE! I FEEL SO GIGGLY!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tuxedos. ohYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to eminem, slim shady, marshall mathers...&lt;br /&gt;and lady gaga right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, all i play now is SUMMERBOY, BOYSBOYSBOYS, MONEY HONEY and MOCKINGBIRD, NOT AFRAID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's madness.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are being &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they don't let me listen to eminem like WHATTHEHELL?&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not listening to freaking lil wayne or like, some emo music with my hair all over my eyes and eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and have you guys seen ali lohan's eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;it's like chewbacca up in there.&lt;br /&gt;holyshite it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-7330912569084025740?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7330912569084025740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7330912569084025740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7330912569084025740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7330912569084025740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohwellheythere.html' title='OHWELLHEYTHERE.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6937591763944633521</id><published>2010-05-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:33:50.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH LET IT GO!</title><content type='html'>what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell happened to US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE! Just got back from the newtonONE in my hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing...&lt;br /&gt;THINGS i've been thinking about is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who was dancing in tights and smoking doobies with the cutest smile EVAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the plaid shirts and crazily amazing smile that's..&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;BOYSBOYSBOYS,&lt;br /&gt;WITH HAIRSPRAY AND DENIM.&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and what in the world!? I'm sorry I live a life of material, so sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6937591763944633521?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6937591763944633521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6937591763944633521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6937591763944633521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6937591763944633521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-let-it-go.html' title='OH LET IT GO!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4641684402721974337</id><published>2010-05-10T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:33:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I sing in the shower now(:&lt;br /&gt;he might be there tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;off to gossipgirl with my apple pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4641684402721974337?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4641684402721974337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4641684402721974337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4641684402721974337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4641684402721974337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me-o-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3940114671088051018</id><published>2010-05-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:50:31.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT.</title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Badly. Real badly.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back. &lt;br /&gt;Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only thing that occupies my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave for forever.&lt;br /&gt;Stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3940114671088051018?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3940114671088051018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3940114671088051018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3940114671088051018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3940114671088051018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/shit.html' title='SHIT.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5411603864186405938</id><published>2010-05-06T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:36:02.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHEESH Y'ALL.</title><content type='html'>EXAMS! are on in full blast.&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I have math tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since gay-as-shit prepubescent shits like justin bieber always trend on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;#bieberruinedtwitter was a nice TT though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;I need red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;I need concealer.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go tanning.&lt;br /&gt;I need that suit and rhinestone studded bag from dorothyperkins.&lt;br /&gt;And I need loads of summer dresses,&lt;br /&gt;leather jackets,&lt;br /&gt;bags,&lt;br /&gt;jeans,&lt;br /&gt;skirts&lt;br /&gt;and boots to run around in&lt;br /&gt;,in JUNE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll see him. when I wear my boots and dress.&lt;br /&gt;and freaking red lipstick with sunnies all up in my curled hair.&lt;br /&gt;hella yeah.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's what I dreamt of when I fell sleep during Chinese today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWAS A DREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{why don't you love me? tell me baby, why don't you love me? &lt;br /&gt; when I make me so damn easy to love! TELL ME!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5411603864186405938?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5411603864186405938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5411603864186405938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5411603864186405938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5411603864186405938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-sheesh-yall.html' title='OH SHEESH Y&apos;ALL.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2092470357062096590</id><published>2010-04-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:40:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE YOU'RE PERFECTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I never met you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never knew you existed.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never saw the way your eyes shine when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never knew how your voice sounded when you were upset.&lt;br /&gt;When you were crazy happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never saw the way you flicked your hair out of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never heard your shouts of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitshitshit I could write so much more,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;But you are, so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did I have to meet you?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more weeks before my world comes crashing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2092470357062096590?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2092470357062096590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2092470357062096590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2092470357062096590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2092470357062096590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-youre-perfection.html' title='BECAUSE YOU&apos;RE PERFECTION.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-516246854785185269</id><published>2010-04-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:27:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DREAM MAKER'S GONNA MAKE YA MAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OOOOOOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. life has been madness.&lt;br /&gt;i keep going out like it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and exams are in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;am i too awesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR I FEEL SO GAY BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is how i feels like to be justin bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed MACBETH up today.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my lines!&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes feeeeel like the saharadesert.&lt;br /&gt;all dry and...sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall end this pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's groovybaby, psychedelic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" MY MOMMA ALWAYS SAID, LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES. YA NEVER KNOW WHATCHA GONNA GET."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAVE YOU FOUND JESUS YET, GUMP?"&lt;br /&gt;"I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKIN' FOR HIM, SIR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because tom hanks is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-516246854785185269?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/516246854785185269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=516246854785185269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/516246854785185269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/516246854785185269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-makers-gonna-make-ya-mad.html' title='THE DREAM MAKER&apos;S GONNA MAKE YA MAD.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2037892931235490734</id><published>2010-04-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:39:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE HAS BEEN MADNESS.</title><content type='html'>"holy simplicity is a life that has become &lt;br /&gt;simple in its integrity, devotion, and inner freedom,&lt;br /&gt;a life that simply &lt;br /&gt;belongs to God alone"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hit the sack now with my new white-eyelashed eyepads,&lt;br /&gt;Deidra Harmfree is the fricking bee's knees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2037892931235490734?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2037892931235490734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2037892931235490734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2037892931235490734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2037892931235490734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-has-been-madness.html' title='LIFE HAS BEEN MADNESS.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-961452842364320523</id><published>2010-03-19T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:37:00.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXIL.</title><content type='html'>blogger was being all freaky so i couldn't continue with the last post.&lt;br /&gt;but now i can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm listening to his awesome songs he posted on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get a single one of them, but what's to get?&lt;br /&gt;his voice is really..those kind of..&lt;br /&gt;drifty, lazy ones?&lt;br /&gt;but they sound so sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeah i'm basically being all moody and stupid right now, listening to him strumming and muttering words i'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;damn i so wanted to get out today, go a lil crazy at sephora.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeremy kapone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;je t'aime, mon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chéri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh that shall be the last line of all my posts from now on (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-961452842364320523?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/961452842364320523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=961452842364320523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/961452842364320523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/961452842364320523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/exil.html' title='EXIL.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2677738757949774558</id><published>2010-03-19T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:14:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPONZ ET SPINOZA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6MkTIypEfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-MnXgDshU7I/s1600-h/Jeremy%2BKapone%2B2307489315_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6MkTIypEfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-MnXgDshU7I/s320/Jeremy%2BKapone%2B2307489315_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450239885244436978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I WATCHED&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOL( laughing out loud)&lt;/span&gt; YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;showing at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cinema europa&lt;/span&gt;, and apparently i looked sixteen and above.&lt;br /&gt;they let me in. lil old fourteen year old me, in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH IT HAS GOT TO BE THE BEST MOVIE I'VE EVER WATCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was this really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome french film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and french dudes are, well, they're..&lt;br /&gt;okay fine they're kinda ugly but ohmygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeremy kapone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;je t'aime, mon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chéri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-2677738757949774558?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2677738757949774558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2677738757949774558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2677738757949774558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2677738757949774558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaponz-et-spinoza.html' title='KAPONZ ET SPINOZA.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6MkTIypEfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-MnXgDshU7I/s72-c/Jeremy%2BKapone%2B2307489315_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1259911590101329863</id><published>2010-03-17T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:28:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIMBO POST FTW!</title><content type='html'>SO I'VE BEEN WATCHING &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUICYSTAR07&lt;/span&gt;'S VIDS.&lt;br /&gt;AND SUBSCRIBED.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NEWEST ONE WAS THIS GIVEAWAY FROM &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOESOFPREY.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT IS THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER!&lt;br /&gt;so you get on the site, and you click start designing.&lt;br /&gt;and you get to design your own shoe!&lt;br /&gt;flats or gladiator heels, mary jane straps and bows, WHATEVER YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;the BEST part is that they give you a few types of materials for your shoes and the range is like a bunch of AWESOME MATERIALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;FISH SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;SNAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; SKIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFT &lt;span&gt;LEATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATENT LEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;SUEDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other awesome ones i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;if i owned anything with reeeal snake skin on it, i'd think i'd be the happiest thing alive.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, YES, YOU CAN BUY THOSE SHOES. YOU DESIGNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and i desperately wanna go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;especially at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SEPHORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EIxzd99RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yVmS20sUbsM/s1600-h/sephora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EIxzd99RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yVmS20sUbsM/s320/sephora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449646675817526546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I HAVE LOADS OF THINGS ON MY WISHLIST...FROM SEPHORA.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE LIKE LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EJk7b6zkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wWtwF21DXCQ/s1600-h/nars-orgasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EJk7b6zkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wWtwF21DXCQ/s320/nars-orgasm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449647554129743426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NARS BLUSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN EITHER:  St. Barts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Beach&lt;/span&gt;, Riviera, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portofino &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Orgasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a shade called MALAYSIA but ahm.&lt;br /&gt;Errrm, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAH! i realised NARS has loads of products with the world orgasm in it.&lt;br /&gt;naughtynaughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay the reason why i'm so bimbotic and GAYGAYGAY right now is cause i just came back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to perform a campfire piece.&lt;br /&gt;so my group DEFEND OUR SOCKS decided to dance to GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;i know right. i remember dancing to it in the shower when i was like...eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah we danced to GIRLFRIEND. so we had to practice and perform all these bitchy, girly, disgusting, diva kinda poses and moves for like two hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't get this stupid attitude outta my mind.&lt;br /&gt;ooh it just turned one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO ANYWAY MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;ooooh the best gift ever would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vouchers to SEPHORA AND SHOESOFPREY.COM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i would go crazeh man.&lt;br /&gt;i remember those awkward, retarded, socially inept days of my life where i LOOOVED getting freaking books as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;well those days are long over, people. books are so 2007.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAH! BIMBO FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'VE NEVER BEEN SOCIALLY INEPT THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAY. I ALSO DESPERATELY WANT THE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NARS ORGASM ILLUMINATOR.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey that word makes me blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EMTIOnf1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Zznz3cLzrPo/s1600-h/P254215_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EMTIOnf1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Zznz3cLzrPo/s320/P254215_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449650546860851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SEPHORA website says THIS! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What it is:&lt;br /&gt;A complexion enhancer that makes skin look instantly refreshed, radiant, and glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it does:&lt;br /&gt;NARS Orgasm Illuminator lights your skin from within! Deceptively sheer and decidedly luminous, it magically transforms lackluster skin into a remember-me, luscious complexion. Flirt with foundation, go it alone, or go neck-and-neck with your décolleté. The effect is, well, orgasmic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T IT SOUND JUST SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGICAL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PLAIN AWESOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. ooh and i was checking out the KAT VON D TATTOO ERASER concealer-stick-thingy.&lt;br /&gt;it looks awesome. so awesome it CAN ACTUALLY COVER UP YOUR BRIGHTEST TATTOOS.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, imagine what my eyebags would look like if i used that thingamajig!&lt;br /&gt;i know, AWESOME HEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i had a huge truckload more stuff to unload here but like.&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP.&lt;/span&gt; TIRING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP&lt;/span&gt;. EMOTIONALLY DRAINING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP&lt;/span&gt;. PHYSICALLY CRAZY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i want my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLSTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PILLOW&lt;/span&gt; that feels like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm hugging a FAT PERSON. &lt;/span&gt;{3SIXTY5DAYS!&lt;3} size="5"&gt;BIMBOS AND FAKE FACES CAKED WITH COSMETICS FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i got soul but i'm not a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;favourite quote man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1259911590101329863?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1259911590101329863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1259911590101329863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1259911590101329863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1259911590101329863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/bimbo-post-ftw.html' title='BIMBO POST FTW!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S6EIxzd99RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yVmS20sUbsM/s72-c/sephora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-621544840056401965</id><published>2010-03-10T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:07:24.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T SHOOT ME SANTA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY GOSH I LOVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRANDON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;so holidays are next week!&lt;br /&gt;and i just finished chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;mmm there's something about me and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i mean, people who aren't that close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda tell them all the shiz going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and the people i'm falling for.&lt;br /&gt;and the people i hate cause of their looks.&lt;br /&gt;yes. that's right. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher was going on, helping me out with my compo.&lt;br /&gt;and she was asking me about a situation where i was...sad.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her how i liked this guy..&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically she's almost sixty and totally AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;and i tell her every single love story, present &amp;amp; past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, "oh i was sad cause i liked this person and..."&lt;br /&gt;then she was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH A GUY OR GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that question even...necessary man?&lt;br /&gt;do i LOOK like someone who falls for girls?&lt;br /&gt;girls? who have retarded girly features?&lt;br /&gt;girls? with boobs?&lt;br /&gt;girls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cleared it up,&lt;br /&gt;and told her how i was totally STRAIGHT AND LOVED BOYS LIKE I LOVE SPEARMINT ECLIPSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought almost five cans of that mints in a month.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sinning.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been taking cabs EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;time to get back home? OH! TAXI!&lt;br /&gt;finished cca? TAXI! OVER HERE TAXI MAN!&lt;br /&gt;wanna get to orchard? HMM..LET'S SEE..THERE'S ERP AND IT'S SURCHARGE PERIOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel. like. such. a. huge. sinner.&lt;br /&gt;and this uncle really pissed me off cause i wanted to get to somerset MRT and he was all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what? what you say? som-er-set ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where that? what that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you say-again? oh, somerset ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-  and he didn't know where that was.&lt;br /&gt;i was in a superduper rush and he DID NOT KNOW WHERE SOMERSET WAS.&lt;br /&gt;and then when we finally figured it out, he gave me change that was too short.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so pissed i didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i love brandon.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU KNOW, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-621544840056401965?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/621544840056401965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=621544840056401965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/621544840056401965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/621544840056401965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-shoot-me-santa.html' title='DON&apos;T SHOOT ME SANTA.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2975996191912352183</id><published>2010-03-09T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:21:02.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THESE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE.</title><content type='html'>if you can't hold on, &lt;br /&gt;if you can't hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2975996191912352183?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2975996191912352183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2975996191912352183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2975996191912352183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2975996191912352183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-these-things-that-ive-done.html' title='ALL THESE THINGS THAT I&apos;VE DONE.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2848580642006260249</id><published>2010-03-05T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:26:14.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMMON AND GUNNAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMOaNQfsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jylv_fO-boc/s1600-h/imagesCAOZEBO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 93px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445076497416093378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMOaNQfsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jylv_fO-boc/s320/imagesCAOZEBO1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMK7V76rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EMuXz_Rld5I/s1600-h/imagesCAZ00JIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445076437591386802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMK7V76rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EMuXz_Rld5I/s320/imagesCAZ00JIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMG0ea5EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yp-ZlJSVMO0/s1600-h/imagesCAOV45IJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445076367028446274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMG0ea5EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yp-ZlJSVMO0/s320/imagesCAOV45IJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMCKQs_yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f1-mJEXkwqo/s1600-h/imagesCA0Q19F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445076286977146658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMCKQs_yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f1-mJEXkwqo/s320/imagesCA0Q19F3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DL-r3SYmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Pt55DuwkWk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 78px; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445076227277873762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DL-r3SYmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Pt55DuwkWk/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL &lt;strong&gt;HEYHEYHEY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man living life is hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially when you're in debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then life becomes a &lt;em&gt;turd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BRANDON FLOWERS IS HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought i should put that out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i foound out he's married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and has two kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AMMON AND GUNNAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isn't that the two coolest names in the history of cool names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like, "AMMON! EAT YOUR PEAS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, "GUNNAR! HOW DARE YOU GET AN F9?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yeah. i'm feeling so stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. this is why i sound so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inlove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know why i find it so hard and gay to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like, oh hey guess what? i'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's fine. but typing it out is so superduper GAYGAYGAY IN A HOMOSEXUAL WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE DEBATE TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DOESN'T THAT SUCKASS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE ANSWER IS YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND THE TRANSFERRING PERIOD IS OVER SO BASICALLY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I. AM. VERY VERY VERY. SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHICH IS NOTHING NEW SO, MEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall proceed to hell tomorrow and maybe i'll get out with just first degree burns or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gonna audition for story challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which read, means i'm gonna look like a fool tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i hope i'll do that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always do that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ROAR I SOUND GAY SO I SHALL GIVE UP NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHEEEE HOO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOGAN LERMAN&lt;/span&gt; IS OFFICALLY LIKE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE HAWTIE OF THE MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAAAA, "HAWTIE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2848580642006260249?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2848580642006260249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2848580642006260249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2848580642006260249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2848580642006260249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/03/ammon-and-gunnar.html' title='AMMON AND GUNNAR.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S5DMOaNQfsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jylv_fO-boc/s72-c/imagesCAOZEBO1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4592106121453934795</id><published>2010-02-26T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:14:14.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY KIDS ARE RED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT? THE TITLE IS RETARDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was kinda thinking about kids.&lt;br /&gt;and the colour red.&lt;br /&gt;kids because i wanna name my kids awesome names.&lt;br /&gt;and red because my new nails are red.&lt;br /&gt;so my kids are red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;...REDNECK AGENDA! what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;or did i hear crazy things from american idiot?&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently i'm a lesbian now.&lt;br /&gt;because i get excited at the sight of friends who are girls.&lt;br /&gt;and hang out with only ly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;how does that make me a homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything, i'm homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;i think adam lambert is a FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whattaya want from me&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;i love the guitar in that song.&lt;br /&gt;it like...okay i can't type the sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY WE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT OUR FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;us lesbians, i mean. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided my names for boys would be.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHTON&lt;br /&gt;TYSON&lt;br /&gt;MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;JAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome riiiight!&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASHTON TYSON &lt;/span&gt;AND&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MARTIN&lt;/span&gt; ARE LIKE, TOPS!&lt;br /&gt;because DUH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ashton&lt;/span&gt; kutcher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tyson &lt;/span&gt;ritter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bennett johnson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST AWESOME FAMOUS PEOPLE OF ALL TIME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'boys' (read: eleven year old lesbians not old enough for sex changes) like justin bieber and like, nick jonas should be ashamed of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;they are the scum of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;disgrace to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically they're gay.&lt;br /&gt;AND OH CRAP I HAVE TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the killers&lt;/span&gt; are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;goo goo dolls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M MR BRIGHTSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to do a poem on one word i'm passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;people chose like, glitter and sweets and games.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amour. paramour.&lt;br /&gt;i chose LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so incredibly spastic...i shock myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jealousy, turning saints into the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming through sick lullabies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;choking on your alibis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it's just the price i pay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;destiny is calling me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;open up my eager eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUSE I'M MR BRIGHTSIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4592106121453934795?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4592106121453934795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4592106121453934795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4592106121453934795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4592106121453934795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-kids-are-red.html' title='MY KIDS ARE RED.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1212246882301546936</id><published>2010-02-26T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:46:31.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL TRANNIES SHOULD BE SHOT.</title><content type='html'>...and then thrown off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;and then someone should climb down and stomp on them.&lt;br /&gt;and then dance around shouting some random shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1212246882301546936?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1212246882301546936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1212246882301546936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1212246882301546936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1212246882301546936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-trannies-should-be-shot.html' title='ALL TRANNIES SHOULD BE SHOT.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3986415820081494214</id><published>2010-02-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:05:36.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY!</title><content type='html'>GAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate blogging on my damned iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off to no end cause I can't BOLD or italic anything and it is SUPER HARD, PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so my eyes are pink. &lt;br /&gt;I mean PIIIINK.&lt;br /&gt;They kinda freak me out and they huuurt. &lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's common test!&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OKAY JOLENE I shall blog about you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I finally realize how much I miss you freaky screamy people.&lt;br /&gt;No one on MY class screams.&lt;br /&gt;NOOO. they wouldn't DARE.&lt;br /&gt;And you guys are always so awesomely fun. Miss that.&lt;br /&gt;So berry bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YEAH guess that's the way it's gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm doing this shite when I should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;Or showering.&lt;br /&gt;Or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I sleep a lot lately. And REEAAALLY easily too.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL I'm always sleepy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die during mY and math tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WOULD BE SO EVIL AS TO TEST US CHINESE AND MATH on the SAME DAY!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math. I'm gonna pwn you so bad you'll wish you never existed.&lt;br /&gt;I love algebra.&lt;br /&gt;It is the awesomest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;...when I KNOW how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;If not it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHH this post is so gay!&lt;br /&gt;I should start turning on my com and blogging proper!&lt;br /&gt;But it's so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;So I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. I could fall on the floor and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the Goo Goo Dolls now.&lt;br /&gt;I see the light. They are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO gonna pray and hope for the common tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no solution to the sound of this pollution in me.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee goo goo dolls FTW!&lt;br /&gt;{yes i finally know what that means hokay!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT! I want eyeshadow and cheek tint yay!&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3986415820081494214?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3986415820081494214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3986415820081494214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3986415820081494214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3986415820081494214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/02/turkey.html' title='TURKEY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2420578042804299162</id><published>2010-02-07T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:25:40.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEARTHEARTHEEEARRTBRREEAAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AMERICAN IDOL REPLAY IS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUNDAY AND I'M IN GRACE'S HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;HEE, VICKY BECKHAM IS A FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;I USED TO LOOK UP TO HER MAN.&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE HER CLOTHES WERE LIKE, WOWIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW...SHE'S JUST TOO THIN.&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE, HER STYLE IS FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;AND DAVID ISN'T HOT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait i just realised i'm typing everything in caps.&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;and for once in my life i have no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ck63HRsEULs&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/Ck63HRsEULs&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so awesome man! &lt;br /&gt;martin's just abot the cutest guy ever,&lt;br /&gt;and leeyann agrees he's kinda 'perfect'.&lt;br /&gt;like, he is SUPER FUNNEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and err, kinda HOT. CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he has a blog and sounds incredibly, you know, NOT STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand guys who don't have a sense of humour or like, understand sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, if you message or talk to them..&lt;br /&gt;they'd be like, "HUH? WHAT? REALLLY AH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you feel like slapping them silly.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN COME ON! IT'S CALLED SARCASM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;random. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;wut up wit dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYTIAN I AM SUPER GAY TODAY CAN.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE JUST REALISED HOW RETARDED THIS POST SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;I AM TRULY ASHAMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2420578042804299162?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2420578042804299162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2420578042804299162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2420578042804299162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2420578042804299162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartheartheeearrtbrreeaak.html' title='HEARTHEARTHEEEARRTBRREEAAK!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7682738196480850352</id><published>2010-01-29T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:08:54.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR VOICE WAS THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY SUMMER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH WOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BOYSLIKEGIRLS&lt;/span&gt; concert last night.&lt;br /&gt;i think..no i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;. that my life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first concert man! and the best. oh. and the last,&lt;br /&gt;my parents say.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOOO anyway, GOT TO TALK ABOUT LIFE SINCE SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CAN'T REMEMBER STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SATURDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with ly!&lt;br /&gt;and naomi and jolene and adelynn.&lt;br /&gt;to FAR EAST PLAZA HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;super ah lian infested.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was walking around in their short shorts and tanks and i was OH WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a FOREVER 21 DRESSSSSS! and a total rip off of a bag.&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr whatever.&lt;br /&gt;got to NEW LOOK and spent an hour trying on awesome heels.&lt;br /&gt;mary janes and all!&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone buys them right?&lt;br /&gt;i mean. won't you break your ankles or somethin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;church. wheeeehooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;THURSDAY, YESTERDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day emo-ing like crazy cause i wasn't allowed to go.&lt;br /&gt;so i spammed my father's phone with crazeh messages.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINAHLLY COULD GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was jumping around and screaming in class.&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSS! and now i'm officially obsessed with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOT WHERE HAVE THEY BEEN ALL THIS TIME? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. got back home. changed!&lt;br /&gt;to my pink tank, blazer and denim skirt! oooh and my maraschino cherry shoes!&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. my pink sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;maraschino's such a cute word!&lt;br /&gt;like, MARH RASH KINO.&lt;br /&gt;sounds so gooooood! cherries too.&lt;br /&gt;cherrrieees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ASHLEY. JUST STOP WHILE YOU CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW i'm sober.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;we got there, bought a bottle of water FOR THREE DOLLARS and got a cute lil lollipop!&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. where's my lollipop?&lt;br /&gt;i put it in the fridge and..&lt;br /&gt;i am living with monsters, i'm tellin ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WE RUSHED IN!&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYONE JUST STARTED SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;SO I WAS LIKE "OMTIAN! WHAT WHAT WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was the sound technician.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. letdown.&lt;br /&gt;and they just KEPT ON SCREAMING when sound technicians/ fat photographers went on stage.&lt;br /&gt;and every single time i was jumping and like, killing my calves.&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOR FAT PHOTOGRAPHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S2L4SPcHnDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HAkYDim4UFQ/s1600-h/LY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S2L4SPcHnDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HAkYDim4UFQ/s320/LY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177092828044338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the awesome-est people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and also the one who pisses me off to no end.&lt;br /&gt;LEEYANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her lollipop. and mine. and deidra's.&lt;br /&gt;PIGGY PIGPIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i watched lava girl and sharkboy just now.&lt;br /&gt;i am ASHAMED. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. so they finally came out!&lt;br /&gt;and then the music started going like, DHAN DHAN DHAN DHAN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DHAN DHAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAN DHAN&lt;/span&gt;  DHAN DHAN DHAN DHAN DHAN......okay i'm gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically HOT,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AMAZINGLY&lt;/span&gt; HOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARTIN&lt;/span&gt; STARTED SINGING I GOTTA FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE FOUR WERE LIKE AAAAAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he broke out into LOVEDRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;MAN THEY ARE SUPER GOOD LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE. IN TUNE. AND EVEEEERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAHHH I LOVE MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the pyrotechnics were AWE-SHOME.&lt;br /&gt;so throughout leeyann and i  just kept jumping with our hands up in the air, like we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMENESS CAN!&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly the light went dark and His Hotness went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey SINGAPORE, is it alright if i sing you a love song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me and leeyann were going YOU CAN DO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; YOU WANT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha extremely hyper.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunnies on crack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he sang two is better than one.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. why does his voice sound so...smooth?&lt;br /&gt;like..like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;or somethin. CHO KAH LI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it came to HEART HEART HEARTBREAK!&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T EVER EVER WANNA HEAR YA SAY!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME, DON'T EVEN!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME, YOU'RE LEAVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah he was teaching us the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;like saying is so slow and hot-ly.&lt;br /&gt;and we were screaming, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT WHYYY, MARTIN, WHY?! I DO LOVE YOU! I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LL NEVER LEAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the people around us were traumatised for liiiife.&lt;br /&gt;so HE TAUGHT US THE WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARTIN. BENNETT. JOHNSON&lt;/span&gt;. taught us the lyrics to heartheartheartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taught i was gonna melt, he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;okay. generic sixteen year old emotional outbreeeakk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S2L41On6_5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/35vu_69WjUk/s1600-h/MARTIN12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S2L41On6_5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/35vu_69WjUk/s320/MARTIN12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432177693904535442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS MARTIN PLAYING THE GUITAR LIKE HE OWNS IT!&lt;br /&gt;...and i guess he does. own it. i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and he plays it like it's a part of him.&lt;br /&gt;WHHHAAAOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in the middle of the concert there was A MOSH PIT.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like BAM BAM BOOM BOOM BANGING EACH OTHER AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MARTIN started going OKAY LET'S MAKE A CIRCLE RIGHT HERE PEOPLE. MOVE BACK. MOVE MOVE MOVE. MOVE MORE MOVE MORE MOVE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seriously sounded like s stuck record.&lt;br /&gt;but like, a stuck record of a hot voice saying MOVE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little gay, weird, disoriented cause i'm listening to heartheartheartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has amazing vocals man!&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HE BODY SURFED AHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THE BEST PART OF ALL TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they were done, the lights suddenly went out and he said...&lt;br /&gt;goodnight singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this huge shocked silence.&lt;br /&gt;cause it felt like the shortest amount of time, ever.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone started going GREAT ESCAPE! GREAT ESCAPE! GREAT ESCAPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that song. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and there was a drum solo. to Whatcha Say.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, everyone was asking for GREAT ESCAPE.&lt;br /&gt;and we were shouting ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN MARTIN FINALLY, FINALLY, CAME OUT AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have died if he hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;then he said to the ushers, who were...&lt;br /&gt;guarding the gates that separated the $78s from the $98s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;martin&lt;/span&gt;. said.&lt;br /&gt;"HEY SINCE IT'S THE LAST SONG, LET THE PEOPLE AT THE BACK COME TO THE FRONT MAN. LET THEM IN! LET THEM IN! EVERYONE FROM THE BACK, SIDE TO SIDE JUST COME TO THE FRONT! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEEEET THEM INNN!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ushers were like, huh! really ah? don't playplay la.&lt;br /&gt;cause duh, they had to pull open the heavy fences HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but martin just kept saying LET THEM IN!&lt;br /&gt;so everyone just started POOOURING IN.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sprinting, YES I KNOW RIGHT!  SPRINTED!, towards the front.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who would really let the people who pay less come to the section for those who pay more?&lt;br /&gt;martin, THAT'S WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;and when EVERYTHING WAS OVER, BOOHOO!, they started throwing their towels and their drumsticks and picks and BOTTLES into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got one of them bottles...&lt;br /&gt;woah. WHOOOOAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i would make a special glass case for it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am so pooped!&lt;br /&gt;i bet this post sounded retarded cause i'm so high.&lt;br /&gt;and it still feels like a dream la,&lt;br /&gt;like it hardly happened.&lt;br /&gt;because it really went by SO FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i DO it?&lt;br /&gt;i can jump around for an hour and half at a rock concert but can't stand up for twelve minutes during assembly without feeling pooped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one of the many wonders of the world, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADED FOR A HEARTHEARTHEARTBREEEAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND I DON'T EVER EVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME, DON'T EVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME, YOU'RE LEAVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7682738196480850352?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7682738196480850352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7682738196480850352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7682738196480850352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7682738196480850352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='YOUR VOICE WAS THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY SUMMER.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S2L4SPcHnDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HAkYDim4UFQ/s72-c/LY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2079601679331372403</id><published>2010-01-21T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:23:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEST SIDE STORY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY WOOORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo! we've been watching WEST SIDE STORY for valueseducation in class.&lt;br /&gt;i know right?&lt;br /&gt;VALUES EDUCATION?&lt;br /&gt;seriously though. it's retarded. i can learn ma values on my own, thankyouveeeerymuch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEST SIDE STORY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the huge billboard of it on broadway.&lt;br /&gt;near the awesome RED STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;i have no IDEAA why there's some random stairs in the middle of TimesSquare.&lt;br /&gt;that light up to a bright briiiight RED at night.&lt;br /&gt;uber cool. i mean, singapore is empty at four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;but in NYC, it's so crazy bright and busy still i can't hardly tell the difference from day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. what was i gonna say? OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T WATCH WEST SIDE STORY ON BROADWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO, BECAUSE IT WAS TOO 'ADULT THEMED' FOR LIL ME.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY MY PARENTS NEEDA TAKE A CHILL PILL.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE REALISED. I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hELui6iVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JauIVYF7ggk/s1600-h/west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hELui6iVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JauIVYF7ggk/s320/west.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429164319058856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE AWESOME-ST MOVIE OF ALL TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hElXobOZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qYD_ZY8ICAQ/s1600-h/OHRICHARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hElXobOZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qYD_ZY8ICAQ/s320/OHRICHARD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429164759584553362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hEhHbXtZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qD1yIhG30Mk/s1600-h/West-Side-Story-movie-west-side-story-6700294-720-480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hEhHbXtZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qD1yIhG30Mk/s320/West-Side-Story-movie-west-side-story-6700294-720-480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429164686515352978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hEbi3fv2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5mIUapPRu-o/s1600-h/westsidestory15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hEbi3fv2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5mIUapPRu-o/s320/westsidestory15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429164590801862498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WOW! ANTON IS THE HOTTEST THING ALIVE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;AND I FOUND OUT HIS NAME IS RICHARD BEYMER!&lt;br /&gt;and i was jumping around, smitten, going YAY YAY YAY YAY YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised he's 72 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. SERIOUSLY THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO AND JULIET?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEST SIDE STORY&lt;/span&gt; IS THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIZ,&lt;/span&gt; SO SHAKESPEARE CAN GO PUT THAT IN HIS PIPE AND &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMOKE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do love iT though.&lt;br /&gt;all the pretty dresses and swirly skirts while the boys wear Chuck Taylors and REAL DENIM JEANS and plaid shirts and go around town snapping their fingers and skipping about ohsodaintily..but in a manly way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manly yet dainty,&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH PERFECTION. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we haven't finished it yet,&lt;br /&gt;SO THE TOP THING ON MY WISHLIST IS A COPY OF WEST SIDE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL COPY.&lt;br /&gt;NOT ONE FROM JOHOR BAHRU, THANKYOUVERYMUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONY TONY TONY TONY TONY TONY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALISED I LIKE LOTSA GUYS NAMED TONY.&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hGDy7E1jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1brlhLO2MNw/s1600-h/beymer-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hGDy7E1jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1brlhLO2MNw/s320/beymer-vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429166381818238514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT ABSOLUTE PERFECTION OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;IMMA THINKIN YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty! ohsopretty!&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty and witty and GAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;for i'm loved by a pretty wonderful BOOOOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juliet is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;the victorian/ medieval age was stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;why do people think it's ohsoromantic?&lt;br /&gt;i mean they had to wear corsets.&lt;br /&gt;and petticoats.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid RINGLETS IN THEIR UGLY LICE-INFESTED HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD NEVER CUT OFF A LOCK OF MY HAIR TO GIVE TO MY LOVER.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE HE'D JUST BE FREAKED OUT TO NO END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2079601679331372403?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2079601679331372403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2079601679331372403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2079601679331372403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2079601679331372403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/01/west-side-story.html' title='WEST SIDE STORY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/S1hELui6iVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JauIVYF7ggk/s72-c/west.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7142026459308935183</id><published>2010-01-18T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:42:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABABOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOOORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M UP TO MY FLYAWAYS WITH CRAP COMING AT ME FROM ALL DIRECTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;and yet the only thing i can think about is a slasher and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYSLIKEGIRLS&lt;/span&gt; concert that my parents decided is too ungodly for lil innocent me to ROCKOUT! at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i already have em tickets because of ly!&lt;br /&gt;who's here now trying to innocently guilt-trip people to give her presents because it's HER BIRTHDAY,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're listening to boyslikegirls so we know how to sing along! at their concert.&lt;br /&gt;and also because ly has never heard of them in her entire life spent hiding in a cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEE. and i've got me scholarship moolah!&lt;br /&gt;four00 smackers baby!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna get a few awesome dresses and outfits for CNY, VALENTINE'S OH VALENTINE'S!, and the concert.&lt;br /&gt;which i reallyreally wanna go to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i'm materialistic and bored outta ma skull i shall list down the loads of crap i wanna get,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blazer! (black or acid washed)&lt;br /&gt;-black, red, pink, yellow, blue, green etc DRESSES.&lt;br /&gt;-heeels heeeeeeels heeeeeeeeeeeeels!&lt;br /&gt;-girly shoes, (too many sneakers i haven't worn is choking up my storeroom!)&lt;br /&gt;-sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;-oxford booties. boots. booties.&lt;br /&gt;-BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whatever i hafta go home now.&lt;br /&gt;aw.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOUNDING RETARDED I KNOW SO I SHALL GO!&lt;br /&gt;THAT RHYMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOOD FER YOU &lt;strong&gt;JOLENE&lt;/strong&gt;! ALL &lt;em&gt;SINGLE&lt;/em&gt; AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7142026459308935183?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7142026459308935183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7142026459308935183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7142026459308935183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7142026459308935183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2010/01/bababoom.html' title='BABABOOM!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1696778200360418074</id><published>2009-12-28T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:57:12.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEE HOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried going to CCA today.&lt;br /&gt;why did i?&lt;br /&gt;i suffered a total three hours,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to stab someone, anyone, with my gel pen.&lt;br /&gt;seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;i was dying.&lt;br /&gt;OH LORD, TAKE ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaaaaay. i'd met up with the LY to...&lt;br /&gt;send her men off.&lt;br /&gt;and it's official.&lt;br /&gt;her taste in guys are the...&lt;br /&gt;well. weeeeell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we rushed over after the torturous three hours and got to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;WHAO THEY WERE HIDEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i sound retarded today.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm watching SATC while i type this so..&lt;br /&gt;sarah jessica parker looks freakishly like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;with warts.&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAAY WELL.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so LY left for her little drama thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i was about to get the bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;when my hand whipped out my phone and speed dialled deidra.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;and there's where this indian woman attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;she stepped right in fronta me, super fast.&lt;br /&gt;and was like,&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE EX-OFFENDERS SHOULD BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is quite a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, of course i think so.&lt;br /&gt;but even if i didn't,&lt;br /&gt;would i really say like,&lt;br /&gt;NO NO I DON'T THINK SO!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THEY SHOULD STARVE THEMSELVES CAUSE THEY COMMITED CRIMES ONCE BEFORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz! so those people are preeetty smart.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, err yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and she started asking me if i wanted to buy a freaking SMALL SMILEY BADGE for not one, not two but THREE SMACKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three quid for a piece of paper on metal?&lt;br /&gt;so i went, errrr. i don't think i got the money..&lt;br /&gt;and she just looked FURIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;like i wasted four minutes of her time.&lt;br /&gt;so she calmed down and asked.&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH DO YOU HAVE, THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;i only had a fifty dollar note, actually.&lt;br /&gt;but the chances of me admitting that to her were about as high as those of me actually PAYING to watch juston bieber live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand my generation.&lt;br /&gt;our music sucks!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he sings like a little prepubescent ten year old.&lt;br /&gt;and he has such a moronic face!&lt;br /&gt;and stupid sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WITH HIS HIGH VOICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andreas should be famous, if such people are so desired.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaauuuugh.&lt;br /&gt;well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MET UP WITH DEIDRA.&lt;br /&gt;and went to RAFFLES HOTEL {wheeeee!} for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;had the most awesome calamari rings of all time.&lt;br /&gt;and there was a cute jukebox there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. everyone's going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1696778200360418074?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1696778200360418074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1696778200360418074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1696778200360418074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1696778200360418074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheeee-hoooo.html' title='WHEEEE HOOOO!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4705934747259199599</id><published>2009-12-27T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:48:46.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMES LIKE THEEEESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEEEEEY-OH WOOOORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the twenty seventh of december!&lt;br /&gt;don't cha feel excited?&lt;br /&gt;cause SCHOOL'S GONNA START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you feel excited, go get some therapy.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm feeling pretty depressed man.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say religion poisons everything.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION ruins everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY RANDOM THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHALL MOVE ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is that a ...&lt;br /&gt;oh that's...that's great.&lt;br /&gt;there's a daddy-longlegs crawling up my wall like he owns it.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap it man! this is sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now it's in hell.&lt;br /&gt;it's body is squashed against my wall man!&lt;br /&gt;my clean white, pristine, beautiful wall now has a stupid dot there.&lt;br /&gt;i smacked it with my tissue box and ran outta my room, almost in TEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand this.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm outta my home, i could kill a cockroach without batting an eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;{stupid phrase}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i find something IN MY ROOM..!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will scream like i just saw the devil.&lt;br /&gt;or taylor swift. either way, i'll scream in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I READ A REVIEW TODAY IN LIFESTYLE.&lt;br /&gt;about how TAYLOR SWIFT is super overrated.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely agree man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN&lt;/span&gt;, what's so nice about her music?&lt;br /&gt;most of the songs sound the SAME MAN.&lt;br /&gt;twanging, strumming of guitars.&lt;br /&gt;and that saccharine voice that at times, is SUPERDUPER JARRING.&lt;br /&gt;either way, her voice annoys the THATWORDICAN'TSAY! outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dates guys. they break up.&lt;br /&gt;she writes songs about them, sometimes even including their names.&lt;br /&gt;and these 'songs' become hits.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the ultimate most B.I.T.C.H.Y thing to do, bud!&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL WE KNOW SHE COULD BE MAKING IT UP.&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't that be funny.&lt;br /&gt;and her front teeth are weird.&lt;br /&gt;and she wears her hair like she's in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dallas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD...&lt;br /&gt;basically, her music's...you know, okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's around there.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone's going on about her/her music like it's a GIFT FROM THE HEAVENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when really it's songs a angsty blonde wrote with her guitar about her relationships and well, some other crap.&lt;br /&gt;it's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;and my brother loves her.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh, and the guy she wrote about in 'Our Song'?&lt;br /&gt;where is he now?&lt;br /&gt;or is he make-believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what random crap.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of all this while i was shampoo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL GETTING BACK ON TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;today was officially one of the best days of my life man.&lt;br /&gt;had church and everything.&lt;br /&gt;got there early and tried to catch some winks on the black L sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the sermon.&lt;br /&gt;moving on: FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is good at his job man!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;and the lims were in korea, so i had to hang out with GUESS WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BELOVED BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh those sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;ooh i remember now....&lt;br /&gt;most of my injuries and tears in my whole thirteen years of age mostly came from him.&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT FASCINATING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought those stupid bomb-things.&lt;br /&gt;and he dropped them.&lt;br /&gt;so i bent down to pick them up, in my skates.&lt;br /&gt;and he tripped me.&lt;br /&gt;SO I LANDED ON THOSE STUPID BOMBs.&lt;br /&gt;and they burst in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my brother. i think i was...ten?&lt;br /&gt;he definitely knows how to CHEEEER MEEE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH AND YOUKNOWWHAT?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stop here cause i'm starting to sound like i'm high on bong or something.&lt;br /&gt;mm, marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;probably cause i did five exercises of algebra.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bang someone's head in man.&lt;br /&gt;my school is the ROOOT OF ALL EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will explain the bestdayoflife thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna get sleep.&lt;br /&gt;got debate!&lt;br /&gt;i could kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4705934747259199599?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4705934747259199599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4705934747259199599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4705934747259199599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4705934747259199599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/times-like-theeeese.html' title='TIMES LIKE THEEEESE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7017153168148466014</id><published>2009-12-23T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:30:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH CAMP YOUTH CAMP YOUTH CAAAAMP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOOO-EE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;crazy late post.&lt;br /&gt;we had&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; YOUTH CAMP!  &lt;/span&gt;on friday the eighteenth, and hardly a night, at PASIR RIS PARK.&lt;br /&gt;gosh it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the two most awesome traditions, the amazing race and WATERBOMBING!&lt;br /&gt;yes, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished tuition and i'm walking around like a chicken with its head chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;and there was the MENTALIST LAST NIIIIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;the best show of all time, besides HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;SIMON BAKER IS THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;still have LOADS I MEAN TRUCKLOADS! of holiday homework left on my table.&lt;br /&gt;they don't call out to me as much as my Touch does, so i'm not gonna touch em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer is being weird again..&lt;br /&gt;turkey tomorrow at NEW TON ONE!&lt;br /&gt;NEW&lt;br /&gt;TON&lt;br /&gt;ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to tear into my gifts. deidra got something for me.&lt;br /&gt;that starts with K.&lt;br /&gt;what brand DOES start with K?&lt;br /&gt;kellogg's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would KILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYM YES! YOUTH CAMP. THAT'S THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;got to church, everyone was singing already.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like a total douche, wearing sportsshorts in BRIGHT HOT PINK.&lt;br /&gt;and my dark blue shirt and gymsack.&lt;br /&gt;all NIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total douche man.&lt;br /&gt;...what DOES douche/douchebag mean?&lt;br /&gt;checked it out on dictionary.com(L) and it means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a jet or current of water, sometimes with a dissolved medicating or cleansing agent, applied to a body part, organ, or cavity for medicinal or hygienic purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;we were split into teams after that, me in practically the same team as yesteryear, just missing stacia and joshua lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING ABOUT JOSHUA LIM.&lt;br /&gt;he saw...LEE MINHO AT THE AIRPORT!&lt;br /&gt;he messaged me and i was like, having cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;LEE MINHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEE MINHO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;who isn't a bit good-looking but whatever, HE IS FAMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and he was on the SAME FLIGHT AS THE LIMS TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;now this is just INJUSTICE MANNNN.&lt;br /&gt;they don't even CARE about LEE MINHO.&lt;br /&gt;but get to see him anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I ACTUALLY WATCH THE DRAMA HE ACTED IN,&lt;br /&gt;and only ever saw him in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so unfair, unfair, unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SzHlzLB770I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CVuY8J030GM/s1600-h/leeminhoo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SzHlzLB770I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CVuY8J030GM/s320/leeminhoo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364494000418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of him for all you people living under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;or in a cave.&lt;br /&gt;either way you gotta get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY!&lt;br /&gt;so we did banners at stuff and guess what we came up with?&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST AWESOME NAME OF ALL TIME,&lt;br /&gt;the youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;i am so serious.&lt;br /&gt;i was like AWESOMENESS AWESOMENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone voted for the YOUNGSTERS.&lt;br /&gt;and i faded into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went round orchard and all.&lt;br /&gt;took many many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and got back REAAAAAL late.&lt;br /&gt;and throughout the whole amazing race randall and i kept pointing out awesome cars.&lt;br /&gt;because i love awesome cars.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a few PORCHE-s.&lt;br /&gt;like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SzHm70dPr3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IwyJa45oUAU/s1600-h/porche..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SzHm70dPr3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IwyJa45oUAU/s320/porche..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418365742071394162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whao whao whao whao whao.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get one with my paycheck from my debut album.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a ferrari and a lamborghini and an audi and a mercs and a ...&lt;br /&gt;and then what will the press say?&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH ASHLEY TAN IS TRYING TO KILL THE EARTH SINGLE-HANDEDLY WITH HER AWESOME, FUEL-CRAZY-CONSUMING SPORTS CARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my fans will still love me for my awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;i really want a LAMBORGHINI THOUGH.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;actually, i really want THREE.&lt;br /&gt;one bright RED, canary YELLOW and midnight BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will need to build a bigger garage in my mansion.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it will all be but a dent on my finances.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure of what i just said.&lt;br /&gt;but whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS AND RANDALL&amp;amp;STANLEY WERE FOREVER, NOT FORGETTING GRACE LIM!, MOCKING ME.&lt;br /&gt;they say i'll never get famous.&lt;br /&gt;well i'll show em!&lt;br /&gt;in five years time when i have all the property, cars and motorcycles i want, oh and MONEY, they'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but grace is gonna marry our future PM what.&lt;br /&gt;so she won't be too impressed.&lt;br /&gt;her kids will love my music HAHAHAHAH THIS IS GETTING SUPER OFF TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is so weird, it makes me feel so pathetic, like i'm talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and that's just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;if you talk to yourself, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, slept at five.&lt;br /&gt;the tent is amazingly comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS FOREVER RAINING!&lt;br /&gt;and man did i go crazy during this year's camp.&lt;br /&gt;NO IDEA why i kept screaming and getting so high.&lt;br /&gt;CA YOU SAY ISSUES? ROOOOAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well that was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH WOKE UP QUITE EARLY, THANK YOU JESLYN/GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;i could have died, it was so early.&lt;br /&gt;and my calves were gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;the toilet was SO. FAR. AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;then we had the waterfight.&lt;br /&gt;it...kinda was...very...mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which equals, not exactly fun.&lt;br /&gt;last year was awesome, we had WATERHOSES AND BUCKETS AND BOMBS AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;and we weren't playing ON GRASS AND SOIL AND INSECTS so it was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but this year we just had water in plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;and all the people i wanted to HIT HIT HIT! was in...that's right!&lt;br /&gt;MY team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so DUH I COULDN'T HIT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;and no one hit me.&lt;br /&gt;so i was sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH GAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad. but it was awesome lah, all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL I HAVE TO DO MY LITERATURE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;gotta find TWO SONGS THAT SEND A MESSAGE TO THIS CRUEL, CRUEL WOOORLD!&lt;br /&gt;and leeyann hasn't called me back!&lt;br /&gt;oh MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i typed leeyann's name the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;and guess who was on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;LEEYANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TELLING ME TO CHOOSE MICHAEL JACKSON'S SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;cause most of them talk about the world.&lt;br /&gt;but michael jackson?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think my teacher would appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA USE CARAVAN OF LOVE BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S TALKING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careless with my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;fearless when it comes to playing games.&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't walk, i can't talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;since you walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm stuck,&lt;br /&gt;living out that night again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7017153168148466014?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7017153168148466014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7017153168148466014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7017153168148466014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7017153168148466014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/youth-camp-youth-camp-youth-caaaamp.html' title='YOUTH CAMP YOUTH CAMP YOUTH CAAAAMP!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SzHlzLB770I/AAAAAAAAAD0/CVuY8J030GM/s72-c/leeminhoo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4902149941526092318</id><published>2009-12-14T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:47:15.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAHAAAAAHHA!</title><content type='html'>WEEEHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging from my touch!&lt;br /&gt;So get ready for loads of typos.&lt;br /&gt;And man! Why does all my very first words have their first letters capitalized?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a prat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been pretty mundane and depressing...&lt;br /&gt;AT THE SAME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my touch, would die without it.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I use the com, everyone would know man!&lt;br /&gt;It hums like a Hoover, I could kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes weeeell,&lt;br /&gt;I just keep postponing my homework man!&lt;br /&gt;I wake up filled with absolute dread, &lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;, OH SO DESIRING to watch gossipgirl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always two years late when it comes to things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I survey my table.&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously the dumps man.&lt;br /&gt;THE SLUMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like papers everywheeeere and books covering magazines and smaller books and my bangles, headbands, earrings...&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame my dad for getting cranky everytime he comes into my room.&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't have to GO ON ABOUT IT LIKE IT'S THE MESSIEST TABLE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a very busy person with more crucial things to worry about, aiight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...like what to wear tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Or whether I should tweet that message OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm under a lotta pressure man!&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeeeeess. Random sidenote...&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought Michael Buble or Tyson Ritter were the sexieat singers of all time.&lt;br /&gt;Besides ELVIS! and his blue suede shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Or something, can't really care about his precious footwear, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Completely random and stupid realization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM LEVINE IS PRETTY AWESOME MANNNN!&lt;br /&gt;told this to ma bro and he was like GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Andreas went out with his friends today.&lt;br /&gt;They got high like me on three cans of coke.&lt;br /&gt;And then started daring each other to do the darnedest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were two SO SO girls at...well, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So Andreas friend, the NZ dude, went up to one, looked at the back of her shirt and exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNEW IT! MADE IN HEAVEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHHAAAHA, too funnnehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;And then some other stupid pickup lines like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Is your father a terrorist? Cause you're THE BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! Deidra told me one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;My lips are skittles. Would you like to taste the rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;YES PLEEEASE! ;DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better than the usual B.E.N.G type ah lines.&lt;br /&gt;Which are so direct and unfunny, it's no wonder they're always rejected.&lt;br /&gt;One super duper, overused line is this, basically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"EH, my freeenn think euu dam chio, can give him ur no a not? Huh? Chio sia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I even typed the sentence in TWIT, for your convenience!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh these people need to get a life instead of waiting at shopping malls in their stupid dyed hair, pimples, stupid cheap tees and tight pants and SLIPPERS, ARGH! ; for potential girlfriends to walk by.&lt;br /&gt;And SG is INFESTED with bengs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RACHEL LIM&lt;/span&gt; agrees with me on this!!&lt;br /&gt;And so we shall migrate to another country together, to seek out better guys than the usual I DUN LIKE MY HAIR COLOR SO I MADE IT GOLDEN kinda boys you find here.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT understand why they HAFTA dye their hair.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you're asian, so you probably get a shade of brown or...weeeeell, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT SO BAD, SERIOUSLY??&lt;br /&gt;Cause I sincerely think that you'd get more decent girls with awesome, not yellow, golden, bleached or whatever stupid western colour you think's nice, but NATURAL coloured hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, materialistic post once again.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly late news but...&lt;br /&gt;LIVERPOOL IS OUTTA THE LEAGUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blows man! But Fernando TORRES for the wind man!&lt;br /&gt;And I needa, really really HAVE TO watch&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAROON 5&lt;/span&gt; live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They're too awesome to miss. Sweeeeeeet kiwi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad says he draws the line at concerts.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LINE? you ask?&lt;br /&gt;His boundaries of the music we listen to, basically.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thinking, what's the diff between listening to the songs INCREDIBLY CLEARLY on my Apple and going to a live concert where I can HARDLY HEAR THE WORDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they won't start free falling onto the crowds in the mosh pit will they???&lt;br /&gt;But it would be the awesome-est if they did!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE imagine touching ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;or TYSON!&lt;br /&gt;Or or or!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that basically gives me the answer to the question...&lt;br /&gt;DADDY CAN I GO WATCH THE KILLERS NEXT JAN?&lt;br /&gt;HUH HUH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, they might sing MR BRIGHTSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;Or even awesome-er...&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY TOLD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge on awesome music is gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty bad, considering some of em are, my dad's very commonly used word: WORDLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASPPPP! But yeah. It's inevitable really, that your kid will listen to one of these songs, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS you HOMESCHOOL them from supaaaa young and never let them go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you'd be a control freak, and a very stupid parent.&lt;br /&gt;And your children will hate you for the rest of your lifetime when they soon realise how socially awkward they are in the outside world HAHAAHAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. &lt;strong&gt;Byebye, &lt;em&gt;KILLERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not that I ever listened to them till Andreas suddenly started singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got super offended and asked him what all that was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeell whatever. It's late and I have to pee,&lt;br /&gt;so gooooodnight world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for&lt;strong&gt; YOUTH CAMP&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;LEGEN&lt;/strong&gt;...wait for it...&lt;strong&gt;DARY! PARTY&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;CLUB NEWTON ONE&lt;/strong&gt;, haaaahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and if anyone wants ta get &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;PRESENT&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/em&gt;anytime SOON,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be VERY MUCH DELIGHTED with a box full of PILOT PENS (the great geek that I am!) or HEEEELS, or Chace Crawford in a big glittery box with a big bow and my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay post. over and out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4902149941526092318?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4902149941526092318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4902149941526092318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4902149941526092318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4902149941526092318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/haahaaaaahha.html' title='HAAHAAAAAHHA!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1290545548567226308</id><published>2009-12-12T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:50:03.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANARBOR BABY!</title><content type='html'>YES. WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally finished my paper!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i haven't held a pen in so long,&lt;br /&gt;it felt incredibly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to throw four pieces of paper away just because my handwriting looked like dog doo in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. deidra and ee ee and everyone else are outside.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess what they're doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DING DING, BINGO BABY!&lt;br /&gt;they're watching Kdramas.&lt;br /&gt;and they keep exclaiming.&lt;br /&gt;all i can hear are tires screeching.&lt;br /&gt;don't they know you're shortening the lifespan of your tires if you keep dragging them around, acting like you're in INITIAL...D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, not a fan of jay chou.&lt;br /&gt;he is U.G.L.Y AND OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right.&lt;br /&gt;that's an incredibly unfortunate combination to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes...this is random.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't face reality and start on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get SIX ARTICLES ON CURRENT AFFAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE THING IS...&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T REALLY CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about...current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's great and all if you do.&lt;br /&gt;means you're very, er, cultured? mature?&lt;br /&gt;yes well, i don't wanna be mature, OK?&lt;br /&gt;you start to age, pre-maturely.&lt;br /&gt;then because you keep reading all those depressing news,&lt;br /&gt;you start to frown.&lt;br /&gt;frowning constantly will eventually give you wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;and then YOU start feeling depressed.&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes to be around someone who's depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they'll start to ignore ya.&lt;br /&gt;and even people WHO DON'T KNOW YOU will take one look at your frowning, depressed face and be like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP MAN, I DO NOT WANT TO BE NEAR THAT THING.&lt;br /&gt;and will also WALK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, you can see this huge, sad cycle start to go round and round,&lt;br /&gt;once you start catching up on the news.&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU KNOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;JUST BE LIKE MOST OF THE TEENAGERS IN THE LRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO STRAIGHT TO THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMICS&lt;/span&gt;, PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T WANNA READ NOTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gosh, that was supremely random..&lt;br /&gt;SO BACK TO THE TITLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANARBOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the awesome-est bands in the wooorld!&lt;br /&gt;besides MAROON 5, AAR, RELIENT K, SWITCHFOOT..&lt;br /&gt;so here we are.&lt;br /&gt;with anarbor. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8jCIntzNY4&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/G8jCIntzNY4&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're great man. &lt;br /&gt;and that's the whole point i updated.&lt;br /&gt;to post an ANARBOR! song.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaahhh. i need to get a life, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, sunday's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta go get my gossipgirl on.&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES BASS, OHYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1290545548567226308?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1290545548567226308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1290545548567226308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1290545548567226308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1290545548567226308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/anarbor-baby.html' title='ANARBOR BABY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8201262870872891337</id><published>2009-12-11T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:52:19.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPTHEDATE!</title><content type='html'>AAAAHAHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; maaann.&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon, new class, new teachers...&lt;br /&gt;new losers to pretend to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WEELL.&lt;br /&gt;okay. that was slightly mean.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to a geek class next year, kay!&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably gonna be the worst behaved,&lt;br /&gt;seeing as they're all so disciplined and will probably be smacked leftright, back front and upside down by their parents if they ever fall outta line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YES LIFE IS SAD.&lt;br /&gt;tried to do my paper, but blogger kept calling out to me.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LEAD ME INTO TEMPTATION, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN FIND IT MYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;so...prob not gonna blog more about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;well not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...YESTERDAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home, watching gossip girl after chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;everyone had gone out, so i was alone, YES!&lt;br /&gt;and then my parents came back and wanted to watch their Kdramas.&lt;br /&gt;they bought LOADS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they called me obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deidra called and picked me up, with andreas, to head over to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;and right at that moment NESSAWONG messaged me!&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU GOING TO IKEA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....are you stalking me? HAHAHAHA, JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;so got there, met MICHELLE LEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna get a new house and new furniture.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, resort hotel is her theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to grow up, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;and live alone in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;MAN IT WOULD BE GRRREEAAT,&lt;br /&gt;but as for now, i'm slogging it out.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the world ends soon...&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA DO MY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after walking round and eating and laughing like there's no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;deidra sent us back home.&lt;br /&gt;but we love her car man!&lt;br /&gt;so we refused to get out and listened to the RAADIOO.&lt;br /&gt;and then classical music came on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we blasted it and rolled down our windows, right outside our void deck.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAAA! hhhhilarious man.&lt;br /&gt;but her sound system sucks like a total swirly straw, you couldn't hear it even ten metres away even though it was at THIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up all night watching gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH CHACE CRAWFORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl can dream la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8201262870872891337?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8201262870872891337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8201262870872891337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8201262870872891337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8201262870872891337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/upthedate.html' title='UPTHEDATE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7939160815851498806</id><published>2009-12-09T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:14:20.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMARISE, SUMMARISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL HEY HEY HEY, LOOK WHO'S BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, i'm still gay as ever.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL IT'S BEEN SUPER LONG.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;TO MA CHICKEN RICE AND HOKKIEN MEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a month of burgers and fries, you start feeling like you're gonna stab someone.&lt;br /&gt;with a pen. {...WHAT?!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. WELL. I'M VERY DISORIENTED RIGHT NOW SO MIND ME, WILL YA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;i have 17 assignments left to do before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW RIGHT? DON'T YOU LOVE MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;my school is amazingly creative, howEVER did they come up with such crap?&lt;br /&gt;did they take a course in torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101 WAYS TO DRIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDENTS OFF THE EDGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;join NOW and receive a door gift of three useful torture devices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think i've turned gayer ever since i touched down.&lt;br /&gt;and i need moisturizer. the random facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I SHALL GET &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TO IT!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW YOO-ORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;touched down after transiting from shanghai, feeling super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; bushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then guess WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;we had to take the subway.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A PHOBIA OF SUBWAYS, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how the pussycat dolls dance around in it,&lt;br /&gt;cause youknowwhat?&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty jerky.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN COME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, TRAIN DRIVER! DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE OR NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're allowed to eat/drink in there.&lt;br /&gt;so it's incredibly ratty. there's beer bottles on the TRACKS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;and the smell of pee and perfume lingering eveeeerywhere.&lt;br /&gt;...nope, it's not the best smell in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could have taken a taxi but OHHH NOOO,&lt;br /&gt;my aunt didn't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;and on a friday night...THERE ARE JAMS EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;no i don;t mean strawberry or marmalade!&lt;br /&gt;i mean TRAFFIC JAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we lugged our luggage about on the street and subway.&lt;br /&gt;and the subway is just..&lt;br /&gt;it's just frightening man.&lt;br /&gt;loads of gangsta, whether wannabes or not, all hanging round looking like they wanna smash people's faces in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it didn't help one was sitting across from me.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i looked up,&lt;br /&gt;i was met with this glare so fierce i had to look down again. AHAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;finally got to Royal Park.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO I WONDER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO STAY IN THE TRUMP TOWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;till i turn 16, of course.&lt;br /&gt;and my music, acting and fashion career is launched into superstardom.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll be booking the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;presidential suites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for ma folks.&lt;br /&gt;i promised them they'll arrive in my private jet and be swished off, right away, in either a limo, Rolls Royce or a Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their pick, you know? but they'll have it. (:&lt;br /&gt;no more subway for them, uh uh!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. royal park was nice.&lt;br /&gt;the people were crazy nice there. and it was about eleven when we got into our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;threw our stuff into drawers and headed out again to SUBWAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;and this time i mean the sandwich...place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE THEY HAVE DR PEPPER THERE!&lt;br /&gt;but the taste kinda sucks. it's like cough medicine all over.&lt;br /&gt;so we drank, ate, took pictures and chatted up the cashiers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;okay, not chatted up. just...chatted...with.&lt;br /&gt;well, my father did, at least.&lt;br /&gt;he likes calling waiters by their name, too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, we spent three days in newyork at first.&lt;br /&gt;and then took the greyhound down to buffalo, and then to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CANADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, weeelll.&lt;br /&gt;did i ever mention how depressing canada is?&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious, there's NOTHING THERE.&lt;br /&gt;just..plain nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;there was this street near our place and it just WEIRDED ME OUT TO NO END.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTIME I WALKED DOWN IT, I FELT SO DEPRESSED...&lt;br /&gt;i can't even explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were just too many contrasting colours and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;just too many stupid ugly cheesy props that were supposed to portray FUN.&lt;br /&gt;there were at least three haunted houses just scattered down the street.&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of other 'AMUSING' kinda CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man it was so depressing!&lt;br /&gt;puke green, cheesy canary yellow, dark depressing red and BIG BRIGHT NEON LIGHTS DO NOT GO.&lt;br /&gt;THEY DO NOT GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had to cross this street to get to NIAGARA FALLS.&lt;br /&gt;which was...pretty...nice.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose. i thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; central park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pretty much had it beat, big time, though.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. waterfalls. the postcard looked nicer.&lt;br /&gt;and there were even MORE cheesy touristy spots there.&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY GIFT SHOPS ARE NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, the waterfall was nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i kept wanting to throw a dog off the edge and see what it would do.&lt;br /&gt;weeell, i'm sorry, i was already feeling depressed, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we crossed this really nice place where there were huge trees and loads of STUPID SQUIRRELS WHICH SCAMPER AWAY TOO FAST and where the super bright green grass was covered by crunchy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yellow and pink leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so...picturesque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHA, i wanted to sit down and write a poem!&lt;br /&gt;...that was a joke, though. but the city was so empty, everytime we crossed a road ANDREAS would go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK! TAKE A PICTURE OF ME DOING PUSH-UPS ON THE ROAD!&lt;br /&gt;HURRY LEH! WALAU EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause my father would start shouting at him to stop his shenanigans and GET OFF THE ROAD!&lt;br /&gt;not that there was any danger.&lt;br /&gt;canada is so empty, it's almost like their own people feel depressed living there too.&lt;br /&gt;my mom said people who have wayward kids usually migrate to canada.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for their kids.&lt;br /&gt;if they just kept their stupid antics in, they wouldn't be stuck in depressing canada!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, THEIR SHOPPING MALL ISN'T EVEN A SHOPPING MALL!&lt;br /&gt;what to do there man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; talk to your cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; talk to your parents non-stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;...talk to your imaginary friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just...wow.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry, i felt so sad walking around in canada.&lt;br /&gt;but the hotel was nicee, yessiree it was!&lt;br /&gt;and then we took another coach to buffalo. once again..&lt;br /&gt;and got on a jetBlue, i think, to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORLANDO, FLORIDAAAA! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man is it NICE over there.&lt;br /&gt;sure, there were some corny aspects not unlike canada, but it was so incredibly AWESOME OVER THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rented a DODGE when we got there. no idea of the model.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a DODGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YEAH, SO. we drove round and round and round trying to find our holiday condominium.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to stop at TARGET just to ask for directions and stock up on awesome food!&lt;br /&gt;we bought loads of frozen chicken wings, chocolate, chips, ham, cake..cookies.&lt;br /&gt;JUST ALL THE WONDERFULLY FATTENING THINGS YOU CAN THINK OF.&lt;br /&gt;except icecream. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we got back on the car and found the condo.&lt;br /&gt;IT. WAS. THE. BEST. APARTMENT. I. HAVE. EVER. BEEN. TO. IN. MY. ENTIRE. LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it wasn't those type of super minimalistic, modern kinda apartments.&lt;br /&gt;it was so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;homely.&lt;br /&gt;and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love apartments that are carpeted. especially when it's those type you can sink your feet into as you walk, IT'S THAT SOFT.&lt;br /&gt;and there was a TEEVEE in every room. with cable, over a hundred channels.&lt;br /&gt;TBS, VERY FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;every night there would be FAMILY GUY, EVERYBODY HATES CHRIS, THE OFFICE and a lotta other funny stuff showing. and not just one episode.&lt;br /&gt;there was a marathon EVERY NIGHT. three hours.&lt;br /&gt;family guy for three hours?! too gooood!&lt;br /&gt;THAT 70's SHOW IS PURE GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YES, we were incredibly intoxicated during our trip because of the TELEVISION PROGRAMS.&lt;br /&gt;we're ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;i roomed with andreas. ROOMIE!&lt;br /&gt;and every room had a walk in wardrobe, ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and our apartment was nautical-themed!&lt;br /&gt;so cute! the bathroom is the size of my...&lt;br /&gt;bedroom. yeah, the bathroom was pretty HUGE FOR A BATHROOM.&lt;br /&gt;but my bedroom is pretty teeny for a bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;so go knock yourself out figuring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was great.&lt;br /&gt;had a huge kitchen too. where we ate loads of chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;andreas' choice, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wasn't the one who gained fats!&lt;br /&gt;this world is just EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we spent four days in UNIVERSAL STUDIOS AND DISNEY.&lt;br /&gt;i love universal studios man! i love spongebob, they had spongebob marathons every morning on the teevee too! AHHH I BOUGHT PATRICK AT UNIVERSAL STUDIOS.&lt;br /&gt;he cost me, okay..my dad, quite a lot man. for a soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;and now he's lying on my bed, holding hands with the pink bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ALSO HAS AN INCREDIBLY SIGNIFICANT/ FAT BELLY!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REALLY STICKS OUT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;i love patrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. florida was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but the guys there are weird.&lt;br /&gt;they wore super duper tight wifebeater tanks.&lt;br /&gt;in white. and they had FIGURES. not the V-SHAPED, SUPER MANLY FIGURES.&lt;br /&gt;the ALMOST AN HOURGLASS-LIKE FIGURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! and they wore their boardshorts AT THEIR HIPS, so it would be incredibly tent-like and fall just between their knees and ankles. three-quarter pants are just plain UGLY, unless they're clinging to you like plastic wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;THEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; they wore amazingly high socks with SPORTS SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;sports shoes! the running kind! AHHHHHHH I WAS HORRIFIED OUTTA MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;someone should film a documentary about their fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, their lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SORRY FOR BEING MATERIALISTIC  BUT IT WAS REALLY HORRIFIC, ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;and the guys weren't even bad-looking! but their dressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after shopping loads and my mom/aunt going crazy at the COACH store, we packed up again to head down to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;white house!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. I WAS HOLDING PATRICK BY THE ARM AS I CARRIED HIM THROUGH CUSTOMS.&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS DUDE CHECKING THE PASSPORTS TOOK A LOOK AT GORGEOUS PATRICK AND STARTED LAUGHING LIKE NEVER BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't stop giggling man!&lt;br /&gt;even after i walked by with a weirded out look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;...patrick was hurt. GAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washington was pretty nice. we ate chinese food on one of the nights,&lt;br /&gt;cause i REAAALLY could not stand steak/burgers ANY LONGER.&lt;br /&gt;we ate loads of dumplings and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bill was over a hundred dollars. HOW STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coulda got the same for less than forty at the neighbourhood coffee shop man!&lt;br /&gt;and yet one of the reviews of the restaurant were&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD VALUE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;from this, i can derive that americans wouldn't know GOOD VALUE if it upped and smacked them right across the face like i tried to to andreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we walked over to the white house.&lt;br /&gt;which...isn't that great, actually.&lt;br /&gt;but there are a LOT of police cars/secret society around there.&lt;br /&gt;and EVEN MORE TOURISTS.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i was reeally distracted and moody.&lt;br /&gt;cause my jeans kept sweeping the floor and were all WET.&lt;br /&gt;so while people all around me were rushing to take pictures,&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to roll my jeans up, all annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA STUPID ME.&lt;br /&gt;and opposite the white house?&lt;br /&gt;there was this woman living in a tent with loads of self-placed signs around her.&lt;br /&gt;they were saying stuff like, WAR IS NOT THE SOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;and things like that, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;so i took a picture next to her flimsy tent!&lt;br /&gt;(:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and she posed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after all that moving around, we finally headed back to beautiful NYC.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll blog about that with PICTURES later!&lt;br /&gt;wanna hit the sack, gotta look smashin for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and even YOU know you don't wanna read this much. so i'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secrets shared, tactics discussed. it's time to get you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-7939160815851498806?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7939160815851498806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7939160815851498806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7939160815851498806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7939160815851498806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/12/summarise-summarise.html' title='SUMMARISE, SUMMARISE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-648726252363453140</id><published>2009-11-16T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:23:03.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADA.</title><content type='html'>HELLO WOOOORLD!  (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss i'm back...&lt;br /&gt;on the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gay moment over.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in canada right now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, niagara falls!&lt;br /&gt;i only know how to spell it cause i watched ARE YOU SMARTER THAN A FIFTH GRADER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;the hotel's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;there's a fireplace AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent three days in newyork.&lt;br /&gt;just so awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;except some people [HEI REN] are really racist.&lt;br /&gt;super super racist.&lt;br /&gt;and stuck up even though we're much richer than them.&lt;br /&gt;asians rulee baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-648726252363453140?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/648726252363453140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=648726252363453140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/648726252363453140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/648726252363453140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-woooorld-yessss-im-back.html' title='CANADA.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7381441568443393650</id><published>2009-11-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:07:38.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG APPLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL HEY PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;gonna wake up at seven and get in the CV to T3.&lt;br /&gt;somehow or another, i don't feel...&lt;br /&gt;excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've felt waaay more excited for church camp..&lt;br /&gt;in MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay, i'm sure i'll get psyched in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;oh the plaaane, it doesn't have single LCD screens!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna bring my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ipod &lt;/span&gt;{oh my beloved} on for the first five hours.&lt;br /&gt;then when we finally transit, and board ANOTHER plane for the next&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fifteen&lt;/span&gt; hours, i'll rent those screens they rent out on the plane for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this!? i ask you!&lt;br /&gt;having to RENT a LCD portable thingy instead of having it plastered on the seat infront of you?!&lt;br /&gt;not cool. not cool at all. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeell, at least i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope&lt;/span&gt; there will be such a system.&lt;br /&gt;because my ipod is NOT gonna last 20++ hours.&lt;br /&gt;nuh-uh, it's not!&lt;br /&gt;and i already deleted all the movies i have inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'll start hyperventilating if i find out i have to listen to my boring playlists for twenty-plus hours.&lt;br /&gt;i really will.&lt;br /&gt;still...they have those paper bags.&lt;br /&gt;ookaay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERRRRMMM.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get there and speeeend!&lt;br /&gt;ee ee dor gave me some moolah, oh YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;1grandsmackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know that didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't say it out ya know?&lt;br /&gt;such a sum of money is taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{WHAAAATT?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yessss. i really wanna get to..&lt;br /&gt;-hershey's cafe&lt;br /&gt;-M&amp;amp;M's cafe&lt;br /&gt;-sephora, oh sephora!&lt;br /&gt;-vicky's secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one only because i want to understand why people are so obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;yes. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's gonna be super cold, says my dad.&lt;br /&gt;and so my family's gonna wear JEANS AND SHIRTS to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BROADWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, i don't know WHY but everytime i think of BROADWAY..&lt;br /&gt;i think of a super glam place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i'm won't wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna wear my blue forever21 dress.&lt;br /&gt;with my MNG jacket over.&lt;br /&gt;and then if it's REAALLY cold, i'll wear my black or grey tights.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is... my SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only pair of shoes i'm bringing is my red converse sneaks.&lt;br /&gt;the sneakers are really versatile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu the RED is not.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAAAY am i going to wear red shoes with a blue dress!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm hoping we'll go shopping before broadway.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just buy a really cheap pair of black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;heels, wedges, CONVERSE...&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just has to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be supershallow when i want to , kay?&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;FOR BROADWAY.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BROADWAY FOR PETE'S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;no, for MAGDALENE'S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aforementioned chao ahbeng talked to my brother last night.&lt;br /&gt;says he want to 'jio' me.&lt;br /&gt;i really can't understand WHY PEOPLE CANNOT TALK IN PROPER ENGLISHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it man!&lt;br /&gt;but, oh wait, he's a HONGKEEEE, AHHHHH NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiegoooo. and my brother, THE FREEEESHOW THAT HE IS!&lt;br /&gt;went, "why though? there are plenty of prettier fish in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, prettier fish.&lt;br /&gt;and the freak was like, oh no i'm looking for character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL GUESS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOOKING FOR BLONDES NAMED MITCH!&lt;br /&gt;HOW BOUT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE YOU SARAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JOLENE, ADELYNN! ((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{then came a day, Osama blew us awaaay,&lt;br /&gt;Osama blew them awaaay...&lt;br /&gt;and now, you know how i feel.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, Osama the Musical.&lt;br /&gt;skins is too awesome sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW HIM YESTERDAY! YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;but through tinted windows.&lt;br /&gt;still. i could see a silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7381441568443393650?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7381441568443393650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7381441568443393650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7381441568443393650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7381441568443393650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-apple.html' title='THE BIG APPLE.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-202604312723513768</id><published>2009-11-10T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:15:17.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONY STONEM.</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Change. It's a wonderful thing. Look, you know how subatomic particles don't obey physical laws? They act according to chance, chaos, coincidence. They run into each other in the middle of the universe somewhere and bang! Energy! We're the same as that. That's the great thing about the universe: it's unpredictable. That's why it's so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power is the single most important force in the universe. Money and looks would mean nothing without the power they give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anthony stonem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is just pure&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; awesomeness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;short post before i go off to ahmehreekahh on fridaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-202604312723513768?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/202604312723513768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=202604312723513768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/202604312723513768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/202604312723513768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/tony-stonem.html' title='TONY STONEM.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5341016589006610338</id><published>2009-11-09T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:50:20.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THAT WORD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says it like it doesn't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, it does.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it when people say it like that.&lt;br /&gt;especially when they don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i get cranky.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH WELLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching loads of dramas lately.&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i try to get in a few hours of korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;from six to eight in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i get on the computer at about...eleven?&lt;br /&gt;and watch SKINS and gorgeous &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maxxie&lt;/span&gt; till about...&lt;br /&gt;six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's really awesome sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;..at least until by dad gets woken up and busts into my room.&lt;br /&gt;that's my cue to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;when i hear him open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yeah. random thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all our bedroom doors used to creak.&lt;br /&gt;and for every door, the sound would be different.&lt;br /&gt;so whenever someone, the freeeeshow for example, opened his door..&lt;br /&gt;i would know it was him.&lt;br /&gt;and life was perfect that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SUDDENLY MY DAD CAME HOME AND TOOK IT INTO HIS HEAD TO GET RID OF THOSE CREAKING NOISES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can only judge by the sound of their footsteps to know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;shuffling noises? mum.&lt;br /&gt;retarded, almost silent tip-toeing? andreas the freeshow.&lt;br /&gt;angry, scary pounding? cue to switch off the lights and dash into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. it's hard to live it up nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;AAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved those creaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAAAAAAAAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal, super guai yet feisty &lt;/span&gt;thirteen year old girl do when a guy who's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazingly and incredulously PAI and actions shout CHAO AH BENG ALERT!  &lt;/span&gt;asks her, really stupidly, to be his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you, freak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha i was freaking out inside man!&lt;br /&gt;and then after quite a while of what the ahbeng would call "jio-ing"...&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mighty pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, bad bad word!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too tired to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i had to go. cause i was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;but really, i wanted to get on with SKINS.&lt;br /&gt;because honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between a seventeen year old HongKee and an amazingly hot twenty year old blonde Brit...&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'd choose the blondie anyDAY man!&lt;br /&gt;anyday of the week, of the month, of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone knows only a chao ahlian can go with a chao ahbeng.&lt;br /&gt;and IN NO WAY am i an ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm yawning.&lt;br /&gt;should i watch skins? or interviews?&lt;br /&gt;or sleep? or facebook? or chat?&lt;br /&gt;or listen to dreamy michael buble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skins it is, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh man my life can be pretty dramatic when i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;mitch, he could beat kim hyun joong into tiny little pieces of kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;and that hongkee into....little pieces of...fried pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i don't want a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;i like my future nice and simple, alright?&lt;br /&gt;unless suddenly mitch comes and sweeps me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;then that will be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;cause he's not an ahbeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;okay done with this materialistic post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead tired. but i will GO ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/Svhx__hZ86I/AAAAAAAAADk/xyoSdmxRKOM/s1600-h/MITCHNICK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/Svhx__hZ86I/AAAAAAAAADk/xyoSdmxRKOM/s320/MITCHNICK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193097228153762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SvhyMsVyONI/AAAAAAAAADs/9dfK0C7ND8M/s1600-h/TORRES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SvhyMsVyONI/AAAAAAAAADs/9dfK0C7ND8M/s320/TORRES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402193315417438418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one awesome thing about mitch?&lt;br /&gt;he looks kinda like torres.&lt;br /&gt;kinda. and that's just plain awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;nicholas hoult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/6416796719232003459-5341016589006610338?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5341016589006610338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5341016589006610338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5341016589006610338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5341016589006610338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-that-word.html' title='I HATE THAT WORD.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/Svhx__hZ86I/AAAAAAAAADk/xyoSdmxRKOM/s72-c/MITCHNICK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1528545992306967036</id><published>2009-11-08T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:15:48.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAAAAN.</title><content type='html'>WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from ikea.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i came back around five hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;it's four in the morning now.&lt;br /&gt;practicing so i don't get jet lag (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO. here's another incredibly random post.&lt;br /&gt;got to ikea.&lt;br /&gt;vanessaWong, the shriekers and the lesbians were there.&lt;br /&gt;i was with andreas and phina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm finally on to the second season of SKINS.&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;except now tony's got mental issues.&lt;br /&gt;after he got hit by that bus.&lt;br /&gt;MAN IT GETS ME CRYING EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO BACKGROUND MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maxxie is hot.&lt;br /&gt;yes, he's gay. but that's hardly a prob, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{AHHHHH. I'M SO GAY RIGHT NOW.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FROM NOW ON I SHALL CALL MONEY&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; QUID &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMACKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;so random.&lt;br /&gt;half of me wants ta hit the sack and wake up at one.&lt;br /&gt;but the other half wants to keep watching till my mom wakes up to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;and that would def be crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHE.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, can't post proper...posts when i'm watching dramas.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;gah when did my posts become so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;back to tony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the british cannot stop swearing~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1528545992306967036?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1528545992306967036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1528545992306967036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1528545992306967036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1528545992306967036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-maaaan.html' title='OH MAAAAN.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6136969475691360322</id><published>2009-11-08T02:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:00:07.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT; SHORT&amp;QUICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly had the energy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just post a bit, i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been watching SKINS recently.&lt;br /&gt;just started, season one.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even done with HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;boooooy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY SCHOOL ROCKS. not.&lt;br /&gt;but boooooy are they generous!&lt;br /&gt;gave us at least three assignments for every subject.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so serious, sometimes i just hope the plane will crash when i'm on my way back from USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he finally talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do short sentences todaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, SKINS.&lt;br /&gt;tony and maxxie, man are they awesome.&lt;br /&gt;quoting Shakespeare?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO GAY BUT I JUST WANTED TO UPDATE, ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;most boring post ever but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunettes are way betterrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6136969475691360322?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6136969475691360322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6136969475691360322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6136969475691360322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6136969475691360322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-short.html' title='PERFECT; SHORT&amp;QUICK.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2133654882835176321</id><published>2009-10-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:50:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTERS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWW. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LETTERS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LEEYANN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{thirteen. skinny fat. bush above mouth. silkiest hair known to man. boy-lover. gerald butler worshipper. &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;breastie.&lt;/span&gt; whoa theeere!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYYOU! gosh, you don't even read my blog. absolute rock-dweller. you don't have a facebook yet man? better hurry up, you promised!&lt;br /&gt;awesome times togetherrr!&lt;br /&gt;first day was epic.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know each other for even fifteen minutes and yet we were bursting at the seams, telling each other about every crush we ever had. yeap, stupidly and moronic-ly enough...boys brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;we so have issues. you're not alone and neither am i!&lt;br /&gt;haaaha, inseparable. at least that's what everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;ehmm, separated for about a two weeks when the HATERS! were out.&lt;br /&gt;heehee, they're always saying to let the past be the past.&lt;br /&gt;confusing us. ANYWAAY.&lt;br /&gt;we might be going to super-different classes next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you have got to be one of the most incredulously awesome people, ever. period.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ON BUDDEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have so many freaky memories, man. can't state them all.&lt;br /&gt;grabbing your beany cookie monster for my pillow during camp...getting scolded an endless amount of times for talking {laughing, actually} in class...and now i have a proper fringe that's growing more fabulous by day {HA!} and awesome high ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;yes. when i tie up my hair now, i tie it willingly! ;D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you, awesome pal of all time.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE VINTAGE-Y TORTOISE SHELL RAY-BANS.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I LOVE PURPLE AND RED.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I LOVE MICHAEL BUBLE. AND MAXIMILLION DRAKE THIERIOT.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, like every corny person would add after these few lines...&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;lesbian. i'm just saying. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, YOU MELODRAMATIC, PESSIMISTIC COMEDIENNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{..until three in the afternoon, when i can't stand no drama no more. ;P}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ashleeeeey*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SusQpAYqRTI/AAAAAAAAADU/MoyWLbS8Lbs/s1600-h/LUV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SusQpAYqRTI/AAAAAAAAADU/MoyWLbS8Lbs/s320/LUV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398426874997785906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i hate this word. but...camwhoring in the T1 toilet! haha good timeeees!} &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JOLENE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{chao ah lian. amazing pins. that means legs, bud. born to be wild. was hideous, not and never will be again. ahbeng magnet. oh for mama's sake! funny...sometimes. violent.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY CHICA! ...okay, no idea where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; came from. but moving on.&lt;br /&gt;okay...can't remember much of the early days.&lt;br /&gt;only remember you and clarice suddenly swivelling around in your chairs and shrieking "HI!"  in me and ly's face while we were in the middle of a very important discussion. that's right, we were dissecting the very aspects of AHS boys. uh huh, and you had to interrupt. ;D&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha always talking in a veeerryy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lian&lt;/span&gt; way when i talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;it's FUN! ;P&lt;br /&gt;yeap so you've been my debate buddee! but i guess not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;boy, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;haha i remember when we {OKAY..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;} drank two cups of oreo ice blended while we were hanging out before debate.&lt;br /&gt;and then we both ate two cups of super cancerous cup noodles. curry and tomyammm!&lt;br /&gt;yumm-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; man! and then you told me crazy stuff about joel and reuben, your one true love..and all.&lt;br /&gt;super fun times together! i know we had a few times when we laughed till we cried..sure have one. but you didn't cry...you screamed. yeah...your laughs are weird.&lt;br /&gt;but you probably know that by now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;SO BASICALLY YOU'RE AWESOME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LIKE GRAPE ICE BLENDED &amp;amp; NATA WITH CURRY FLAVOURED CUP NOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU MIGHT NOT BE THE SMARTEST BULB ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU BUD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ashleeeey*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SusTmGQ-yFI/AAAAAAAAADc/mdrUkcVb9jA/s1600-h/LUVV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SusTmGQ-yFI/AAAAAAAAADc/mdrUkcVb9jA/s320/LUVV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430123571464274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{photobooth-ing during home economics!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ADELYNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{you're not short...you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun-sized&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compact&lt;/span&gt;! haha, strawberry-bubblegum with a hint of bitter chocolate! high pitched, to say the least. smileeeyy. over-react much? OPEN-minded.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY BUDDEE! boy, you're fun. when you're not getting angry or screaming during cat fights with jolene. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;can hardly remember how you came in.&lt;br /&gt;but duh, you and jolene...&lt;br /&gt;you two are like one single DNA strand man.&lt;br /&gt;ooh man, i'm so tired right now. but i shall go on ;D for you!&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll be super guai now. grrr, i'm speaking so lian now!&lt;br /&gt;you have some attitude there man! below the super short PETITE figure and the act-cuuuute face...you have some serious deep thoughts man!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i really can't keep going. but you know i love you, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE YOU ADELYNN TANTANTANTANTAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ashley*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the other amazing people like syafsarah and deniseee, maybe sundaaay! man i just wanna lie in bed and fall asleep with the lights on now and with QUANDO QUANDO QUANDO playing in my ears. michael buble probably has the most soothing voice known to man, man!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUCKLOADS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT TO GO OUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;AFTER MY AMERICAAA TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2133654882835176321?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2133654882835176321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2133654882835176321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2133654882835176321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2133654882835176321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/letters.html' title='LETTERS.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SusQpAYqRTI/AAAAAAAAADU/MoyWLbS8Lbs/s72-c/LUV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7708261574539023852</id><published>2009-10-30T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:43:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU ALL. AMAZINGLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. I WILL NOT SHED A TEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;last day together. secondary one. five.&lt;br /&gt;man it was awesome while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;one. five. we...you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOMZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and booyy are we cornyy!&lt;br /&gt;haha. class tee not even done yet.&lt;br /&gt;discussed for three months or so but..&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;ZERO. ZILCH. NILLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for almost the whole year i've been pretty apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to be at the start.&lt;br /&gt;thought this was going to be hell.&lt;br /&gt;and it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;sat down next to leeyann.&lt;br /&gt;can't clearly remember how but..&lt;br /&gt;we started talking about...gosh.&lt;br /&gt;BOYS. that's right.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male species&lt;/span&gt;.   (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome stufff! could've gone on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE DID!&lt;br /&gt;started off talking about AHS guys.&lt;br /&gt;and then all kindsa stories about males.&lt;br /&gt;BOY DO WE HAVE ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;and we alwaaays will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then jolene turned around and started chatting.&lt;br /&gt;we gave her a "...WHAT? CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE BUSY TALKING ABOUT BOYS?" look.&lt;br /&gt;and then somehow adelynn got into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;and naomi.&lt;br /&gt;and sarah.&lt;br /&gt;denise came later.&lt;br /&gt;and naomi left. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little rough patch in february.&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; people started hating on ly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAA. :D&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, the shriekers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i really must admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like playing sims 3.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll end this super short even though there's a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't place it into words, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;letters later.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH THE BOUNDARIES ALWAYS CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;THERE ALWAYS SHOULD BE SIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEEYANN! ADELYNN! JOLENE! SARAH! DENISE!&lt;/span&gt; ASHLEY!&lt;br /&gt;jolene can emphasise words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;but this one fits.&lt;br /&gt;so cornily and cheesily. but it fits.&lt;br /&gt;clique. boy is that cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;but i love you guyssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls. i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{cheesy post. but we won't be in the same class will we? you people are gonna get into drama elective, i'll go to an amazingly geek class. great. and the sarcasm in that only applies to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; IS WHAT I GET FOR DOING WELL? getting into a class full of people who wear their skirts below their knees? and their socks reaching for the heavens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh, i hate cheesy posts. but i'm cheesy inside!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7708261574539023852?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7708261574539023852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7708261574539023852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7708261574539023852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7708261574539023852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you-all-amazingly.html' title='I LOVE YOU ALL. AMAZINGLY.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6423423147092982763</id><published>2009-10-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:12:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE CHAAAAAMPIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HE SHOOTS..AND HE SCORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm fully aware how gay that sounded.&lt;br /&gt;love it the same!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up incredibly early and suddenly heard my brother shout,&lt;br /&gt;"LIVERPOOL WON! THEY WON! TWO-ZEROOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right.&lt;br /&gt;the played so hard, little MANCHESTER UNITED couldn't score one puny little goal.&lt;br /&gt;and it's about time they won a game!  (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SuXkhEapeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o3XgVRIWegI/s1600-h/torresss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SuXkhEapeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o3XgVRIWegI/s320/torresss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970985245734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the man, man.&lt;br /&gt;look at that passionate...look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;pure awe.some.ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNDDD...he's a father.&lt;br /&gt;dash it all!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOKAY! got home and fell asleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;woke up thinking it was 6 in the morning instead of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's almost threeeeee!..in the morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the bus, there was this guy wearing a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIVERPOOOL jersey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned around annnddd....&lt;br /&gt;it screamed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GERARD! &lt;/span&gt;on the back with the awesome number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES! YES! YES!&lt;/span&gt; THEY WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a victory hug with jaayymee and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE&lt;/span&gt;, MAN UTD SUPPORTERS.&lt;br /&gt;just take it..and go.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a specific supporter too.&lt;br /&gt;bwaaahahahaha, thought his precious team would win but..&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, extremely gay post.&lt;br /&gt;so i might as well carry on with the gayness of it all so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SuXmHm05ofI/AAAAAAAAADE/3xCGxY7regA/s1600-h/CL%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SuXmHm05ofI/AAAAAAAAADE/3xCGxY7regA/s320/CL%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396972746829308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just. take a look at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;i know you caught your breath a lil when you saw that.&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but man it's just mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;it's gorgeous! {I'M SO GAY TODAY, I SURPRISE MYSELF.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVERPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6423423147092982763?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6423423147092982763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6423423147092982763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6423423147092982763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6423423147092982763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-chaaaaampions.html' title='WE ARE THE CHAAAAAMPIONS!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SuXkhEapeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o3XgVRIWegI/s72-c/torresss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2599730094148410097</id><published>2009-10-21T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:38:18.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MR POSTMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;i've been meaning to write this post for about three hours now.&lt;br /&gt;but someone always calls when i've, finally, set my fingers on the keypad.&lt;br /&gt;lol and so three hours later,&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my mother wants me to sweep the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAAACK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;we got back our marks.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WORLD PRETTY MUCH EXPLODED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhm, to put it pretty shortly.&lt;br /&gt;i was going, "MY CHINESE IS GOOOONE!"&lt;br /&gt;and ly, forever the comforting one! kept replying, "WAS IT EVER &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THERE&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, did i feel a sense of encouragement and assurance from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; kind words of hers!&lt;br /&gt;{okay, this post sounds really...broken. there's a buzzing in my ears.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got back our science first.&lt;br /&gt;mandy got more than me, that little...!!&lt;br /&gt;still pretty awesome though, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51/60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeeeeeah!&lt;br /&gt;good stuff right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then literature, which i couldn't really care much about.&lt;br /&gt;got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15/25 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 13/25&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't the final score, nothing ever is.&lt;br /&gt;LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then so on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THEN CHINESE CAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was basically lying around, knowing it was GONE.&lt;br /&gt;...it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i took ade's paper by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;it was slapped right there, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47/70&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i got lost in a squealing fit of joy.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when ade's fingers pinched the top of the paper in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S MINE LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started growling at her.&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly jolene started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FIFTY?! FIFTY? ASHLEY GOT FIFTY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I STARTED SCREAMING TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeap, basically i got an A2 for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a deeeeeeep sense of achievement rumbling inside of mee!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SERIOUS THOUGH, I EVEN BEAT JAYMEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's the most cheeeenah-inclined of us all.&lt;br /&gt;i love myself todaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;...that's what i started shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ly got so pissed, cause she failed her math and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout math, i really love bragging today.&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46/60!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's only for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;woooohooooo baby!&lt;br /&gt;but today was pretty annoying, everyone was so cranky and pissed and upset over their marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to celebrate by myself.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;THEY COULD. NOT. BE HAPPY FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaaaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;and then finally we got back our english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone was thinking i topped the level again. i didn't think so at all. i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ALL DAY BEFORE THEY GAVE THE ENGLISH PAPER OUT,&lt;br /&gt;i was telling everyone i could that i wouldn't top.&lt;br /&gt;because it's pretty obvious, my intellect has depreciated...A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called a skirt CUTE the other day, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i was better off being a pseudo-ang-moh back in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;at least my english rocked.&lt;br /&gt;but now i've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally changed to a super SINGAPOOOOREEEEEAN! in a school FULL OF PSEUDO ANG MOHs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;honestly, what's the big deal about americans, huh?&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone speak with their accent now?&lt;br /&gt;it just sounds like the stupidest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and annoys the CRAP OUTTA MEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially since most of them have a nasal voice too.&lt;br /&gt;nasal voice+fake american accent=perfect way to get on A.T's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, you bunch of wannabes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what was i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaaah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;english paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they were gonna announce the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highest mark for the level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cringed&lt;/span&gt;, because i knew it wasn't gonna be me.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, alright?&lt;br /&gt;to know before...you really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{RIIIGHT, i confuse myself too.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and then they announced the first and the second of the level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least i could hear some BOOs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and maybe some shouts of my name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for that! it kept me strong.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the third highest was from our class.&lt;br /&gt;i shaded my eyes; it wasn't me, it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;people from my class screamed,"ASHLEEEEEEY!"&lt;br /&gt;and being the nervous wreck i was, i shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;"NOT ME LA! WALAU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the teacher spit out that wretched name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one cheered at all.&lt;br /&gt;only some claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after a hugee moment of silence, that is.&lt;br /&gt;shocked silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she has never topped anything in class.&lt;br /&gt;she's the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man everyone was like patting my back.&lt;br /&gt;and going AWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was mannnndee.&lt;br /&gt;but still. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my compo back.&lt;br /&gt;i read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE TEACHERS IN THE ROOM BETTER THANK THEIR LUCKY STARS I DIDN'T HAVE SOMETHING SHARP WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except my mechanical pencil.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaaaaaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;AND THIS IS WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, i have no idea who marked my paper.&lt;br /&gt;tried to ask my teacher, she giggled a little and said she didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;a little mysterious, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;but after reading those remarks, i could've sworn i could do a total character analysis of that little wretched person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person has not a single romantic bone in their body.&lt;br /&gt;...or the person's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;OR. the person had an abused childhood/parents did not hug them enough.&lt;br /&gt;...or the person's just, as i said, a GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person likes to crush dreams.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know practically all teachers in the universe are like that.&lt;br /&gt;DREAM-CRUSHERS, UNITE!&lt;br /&gt;but this one has gone toooooooooo far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person does not like boys.&lt;br /&gt;which either means the person is a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;OR. A GUY, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;or no guys have ever liked her {or maybe they TEASED HER!}, thus causing her to develop an aversion against the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;FOURTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this person is friggin immature.&lt;br /&gt;and must be one of those pseudo-ang-mohs.&lt;br /&gt;because she/he used the word 'DUH' about three times.&lt;br /&gt;are teachers ALLOWED to even say that man? good gravy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i read all the remarks, i finally concluded that one of our teachers must have been incredibly tired/lazy/loserish and decided to pass my paper to their fifteen year old daughter/peer to mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;AFTER READING THIS, YOU MUST THINK I FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;...I HATE THIS FONT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I GOT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27/30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FOR MY COMPO.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE REMARKS WERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{when i described a guy} "DUH. CAN YOU SPELL BOY-CRAZY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{when i continued describing the guy} "L.A.M.E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{when i described us screaming in unison} "LAME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the last concluding remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXCELLENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;-word was underlined like siao&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece of work, though a little lame at times, but gooooood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;all i have to say is that this person need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;she needs therapy.&lt;br /&gt;she needs to see a shrink, okay?&lt;br /&gt;first she bombards my compo with immature remarks and then she gives me an awesome grade after that, calling it 'excellent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really needs help. fast.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UP YOUR MIND WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;after reading those remarks, i realised that teachers should be annihilated.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just using that word cause it's in my spelling list for the spelling bee.&lt;br /&gt;along with A LOTTA OTHER WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;which the teachers said are commonly used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE THEY ARE!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, zeitgeist?&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking GERMAN, ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what dictionary.com says.&lt;br /&gt;love dictionary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to sleep before all these waves radiating off the screen are bound to result in some kinda cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;when i got up after getting back my compo with those IMMATURE REMARKS, the whole room suddenly became really blur.&lt;br /&gt;like the bald teacher's head didn't even look shiny at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;and my head was practically falling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after watching countless korean dramas,&lt;br /&gt;i have a slight feeling i have a brain tumour.&lt;br /&gt;just a slight feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdramas...&lt;br /&gt;they get the best of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. teachers are teachers cause they really have no other options.&lt;br /&gt;not because they want to 'HELP EDUCATE ...." and all that.&lt;br /&gt;just crap.&lt;br /&gt;they know they have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't study hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;i will never become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna study hard so i won't become one and result in being hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least they motivated me...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;SHAWN LEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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YOU'RE MY FOREVER. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{got this quiz from a random person.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;my kinda boy,&lt;/span&gt; [this is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cheeeesy&lt;/span&gt; quizzes at their best!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT &lt;/span&gt;HIM TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY!&lt;/span&gt; the smarter, the better; i always say! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLDER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS..A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRICK QUESTION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT IF HE WERE THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST GUY ON EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THIN, BUT NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLIGHTLY&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DARKER THAN MEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS ON HIS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...METAL'S A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD CONDUCTOR OF HEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESSSSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT IF &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WERE ON FIRE AND HE WERE THE LAST BUCKET OF WATER ON EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soju's&lt;/span&gt; fine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COKE'S BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPENDS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMO, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...YEAH, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WHAT A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SHOO-IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NARCISSISM&lt;/span&gt; ISN'T A CRIME! unless he's worse than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS LONG AS THEY'RE NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPENDS!&lt;/span&gt;   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.BOOMZ&lt;/span&gt;? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'M NOT SURE WE'RE ON THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAME PAGE&lt;/span&gt; HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVERRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...NOT CHANDELIER ONES, AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34. Mr. count-my-ex-until-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW, GET &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK! &lt;/span&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAAAAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...NEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOOOOH!&lt;/span&gt; SHOO-IN, SHOO-IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UH-UH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..OH-KAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SUUUURE!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESUS ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY, YET MATURE&lt;/span&gt; WAY.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WOULDN'T OUR DATES BE ONLINE THEN? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THEM MUST BE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KOREAN!&lt;/span&gt; BWAAAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...THERE'S A DIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY!&lt;/span&gt; then what, one who beats up young kiddos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha absolutely random.&lt;br /&gt;i'm home alone.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;hope it isn't some kinda habit forming here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little freaked, cats are meowing downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ugly felines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&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/6416796719232003459-3365665178959610667?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3365665178959610667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3365665178959610667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3365665178959610667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3365665178959610667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-quiz-of-day.html' title='RANDOM QUIZ OF THE DAY.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3243625042965429060</id><published>2009-10-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:24:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THEN HE SAID;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA RANDOM TITLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOT! THE EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;A SENSE OF ACHEIVEMENT IS SURGING THROUGH VEINS LIKE SUGAR AFTER MY DAILY COKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it just hit me that i don't have to study ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;at least...for one and half months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yess. pure&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something incredibly random.&lt;br /&gt;this china woman keeps calling me.&lt;br /&gt;and i just keep on going that SHE HAS FRIGGIN' DIALLED THE WRONG NUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;but did she let up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-O. NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahseh these people ah..&lt;br /&gt;so then since i had to be DUMB and try to speak chinese,&lt;br /&gt;she told me to help her out and CALL HER DAUGHTER WHO'S LIVING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's been calling like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freeeeeeee &lt;/span&gt;ever since.&lt;br /&gt;so i messaged most people not to call me on my house phone.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's not like i have caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i certainly don't want to speak chinese again.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not to a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;i know she must be cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;and thinking, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chong guo hua&lt;/span&gt;: "MAN THAT SINGAPOREAN SURE CAN'T SPEAK CHINESE! BAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried locking my house phone in my drawer and playing loud music so i won't hear crap.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's in my parent's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i just came back from NINE HOURS OF WALKING.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT in the mood to help an absolute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT SPEAKING OF WALKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, my knees and calves and ankles and feet and thighs really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the day after the 2.4 all over again!&lt;br /&gt;nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended school preetty early today.&lt;br /&gt;so we got to TM and spent about two hours just in COTTON ON.&lt;br /&gt;was looking for nice shorts, but they were all...&lt;br /&gt;you know that i mean right?&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then adelynn started complaining that her pumps were really hurting her feet.&lt;br /&gt;and that she wanted to buy slippers.&lt;br /&gt;and right about that time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;started complaining that i was seriously hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my fault man.&lt;br /&gt;had no breakfast, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;and THEN naomi started to want some pasta.&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm hungry, i get cranky.&lt;br /&gt;when i get cranky, i make others cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN WE ALL START DYING FOR A COKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha coke is gooooood, coke is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;it helps us stay STRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL THAT CRAP...&lt;br /&gt;haha i remember shouting that i was about to rip someone's neck out, i was so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preferably ade's.&lt;br /&gt;"SHOULD I GET THE GOLD ONES OR THE BLACK?"&lt;br /&gt;"AM I FAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"AM I PRETTY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she kept repeating those three lines too.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, stuck record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ANOTHER RANDOM THING JUST FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RELIENT K IS JUST PURE. AWESOME-NESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3v5nGyzLZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3v5nGyzLZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AMAZINGLY AWESOME, NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on.&lt;br /&gt;i set out with a mission.&lt;br /&gt;i had a vision.&lt;br /&gt;i had AN AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to buy tanks, shorts, dresses, shoes, slippers and all that crap a girl needs.&lt;br /&gt;because i realised that hoodies and jeans are getting WAAAY TOO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;nope, those two had to spend HOURS IN FAR EAST PLAZA.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really know how far east plaza was like.&lt;br /&gt;but now i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like one of those china shopping malls i always go to when i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;in china, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and BOOOOOY, it's not what i was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha halfway through there were these guys with skateboards.&lt;br /&gt;they were looking at a thong.&lt;br /&gt;and stretching it and giggling like it was most hilarious thing in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ly went "HOW OLD ARE THEY? NINE?"&lt;br /&gt;but they looked fifteen in that incredibly short, international school way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;most people from INT. SCHOOLS that i see look like they have stunted growth or something.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BOY IS THIS POST GETTING TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden end.&lt;br /&gt;my legs hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;i can't type.&lt;br /&gt;or think.&lt;br /&gt;properly.&lt;br /&gt;boy i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;and there's hair in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3243625042965429060?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3243625042965429060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3243625042965429060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3243625042965429060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3243625042965429060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-he-said.html' title='AND THEN HE SAID;'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5996401691600479445</id><published>2009-10-12T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:04:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY IT SOONER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so we have two more papers left.&lt;br /&gt;i feel an awesome sense of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guilt too.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;went out with the shriekers today.&lt;br /&gt;super wrong idea, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm gonna do my revision sooooon!&lt;br /&gt;once i'm done surfing through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RELIENT K &lt;/span&gt;videos.&lt;br /&gt;are they the best band in the world or WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides AAR.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredibly disoriented right now.&lt;br /&gt;can't concentrate on anything if i'm listening to rock.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOT HE LISTENS TO METAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is plain sick.&lt;br /&gt;liking underground bands the way he does is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'd better do my maaaath!&lt;br /&gt;probably bombed literature today.&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my intellect is really depreciating man.&lt;br /&gt;especially my english.&lt;br /&gt;MUST. SPEAK. PROPER. OXFORD. ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a wider vocabulary to keep up with him!&lt;br /&gt;can't have no more LAAAHHS.&lt;br /&gt;and WA LAUsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha super random post to update.&lt;br /&gt;math is fun man.&lt;br /&gt;algebra is pure love.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jolene, what the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crap &lt;/span&gt;is luvdie?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i am misses who i've been.&lt;br /&gt;{who i am hates who i've been -RELIENT K!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(500) DAYS OF SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5996401691600479445?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5996401691600479445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5996401691600479445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5996401691600479445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5996401691600479445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-it-sooner.html' title='SAY IT SOONER.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5392341021604531883</id><published>2009-10-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:45:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE HOUR, EVERLASTING EXHAUSTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man am i pooped!&lt;br /&gt;today was the last day of PE.&lt;br /&gt;so we sweated it all out in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had soccer first.&lt;br /&gt;played against preee, weren't allowed to speak english.&lt;br /&gt;so we just kept shouting "VANAKHAM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if you spell it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;then i tried to hide behind people so their shadows would give me shade.&lt;br /&gt;they were like, "YOU'RE WEIRD YOU KNOW THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i dooooo!&lt;br /&gt;yess. and then we moved to captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept running around like i was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;i was, actually.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaaa. no rules today.&lt;br /&gt;whenever someone against me got the ball i yelled VANAKHAM!&lt;br /&gt;and slapped it away.&lt;br /&gt;but they always caught it after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOSH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCH RUGBY WAS FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was demonstrating how most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prissy &lt;/span&gt;girls play it.&lt;br /&gt;so she ran towards the touchdown area, screamed all high pitched and slammed the ball down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LAU HILARIOUS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she ran away from it, still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHA. like i did when i saw jolene after the first time she went for threading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running for the HILLS baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whao recess was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;smelled like absolute.....&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to wash my hands/bring my sanitizer!&lt;br /&gt;sickest recess of my life.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'd touched a lotta metal, soccer balls, rugby balls...and GRASS.&lt;br /&gt;LOTS AND LOTS OF &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRASS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't feel like eating so i bought FINGER FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;man i really disgust myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most times, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'd better study.&lt;br /&gt;stupid little fatty pork jolene didn't return me my notes.&lt;br /&gt;so i have make new ones.&lt;br /&gt;that piece of porky fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaahaahhaa TYT's in love again.&lt;br /&gt;with an amazingly ugly guy.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like mine cause he doesn't play basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ORALS.&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THEY TRYING TO DO TO US?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5392341021604531883?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5392341021604531883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5392341021604531883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5392341021604531883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5392341021604531883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-hour-everlasting-exhaustion.html' title='ONE HOUR, EVERLASTING EXHAUSTION.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4353561367417215209</id><published>2009-10-08T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:36:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, PLEASE NO.</title><content type='html'>MAN MY LIFE IS DRAMATIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty crazy school day today.&lt;br /&gt;prepared every little thing possible for the dance exam.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; the group&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; didn't show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;now we have to go to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tropica &lt;/span&gt;more often.&lt;br /&gt;jolene's house, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i can't say i mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THE EXAMS ARE ON MOnDAY!&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i can't study.&lt;br /&gt;i just...cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take one look at my history book and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;then i get online.&lt;br /&gt;maaaaaaaan i hope i don't get transferred down to NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just might slit my throat.&lt;br /&gt;imagine all your firends in express and you're in NA,&lt;br /&gt;feeling like crap cause you HAD BEEN in express but aren't no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd better study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait.&lt;br /&gt;about the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STUDENT LEADER/ SENIOR IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;...OR SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;MAN! HOW IS THIS EVEN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just find a way to get to him.&lt;br /&gt;i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA MAN MY BLOG SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORMONAL TEEN GIRL'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i become?&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4353561367417215209?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4353561367417215209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4353561367417215209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4353561367417215209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4353561367417215209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-please-no.html' title='NO, PLEASE NO.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3542826969712904890</id><published>2009-10-07T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:56:37.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCING. BASKETBALL. WALKING.</title><content type='html'>WHOOOOAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man my legs hurt like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TROPICA&lt;/span&gt; today, jolene's house.&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't allow us in.&lt;br /&gt;so we danced at the playground, then the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man are my legs aching!&lt;br /&gt;so we've decided on REMEDY by LITTLE BOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never heard of them in my life but, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;sarah wanted to do some kinda TICK TOCK by keisha or something.&lt;br /&gt;...man i'm so out of the looop!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's playing on the radios anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but whenever i DO turn the radio on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid songs come out.&lt;br /&gt;they don't really sound like songs though.&lt;br /&gt;some just sound like beats and moans and...&lt;br /&gt;man i must be turning old.&lt;br /&gt;can't stand these kinda songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TURNING INTO MY FATHERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. emotional outburst.&lt;br /&gt;talking to TYT now.&lt;br /&gt;she just broke off her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four day relationship&lt;/span&gt; with this extreeemely gay-looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to say he's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a truly gay guy man.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SARAH SAYS HE'S THE HOTTEST CHINESE SHE'S EVER SEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;, if you haven't figured it out by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I basically have really great taste.&lt;br /&gt;but he has an obsession with sunglasses man.&lt;br /&gt;has more than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND I HAVE A LOTTA SUNGLASSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay getting back.&lt;br /&gt;errmm. my legs really are aching.&lt;br /&gt;are we supposed to stretch before dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;we saw shawn on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;at least ly thinks it's him.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCED&lt;/span&gt; FOR THREE HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASKETBALL&lt;/span&gt; FOR ONE HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKED 2KM &lt;/span&gt;HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man my legs could just fall off right now and i wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;they're kinda limp and hurting but numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i still couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;i danced in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaaa man i have some serioooousss issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TYT says i should confess.&lt;br /&gt;but how do you confess to someone you last saw two years ago?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i probably don't even KNOW him now.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;it's a yearning heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm the gayest piece of...something on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO, YOU CHAO AH LIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA KIDDING. OR AM I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TURNED 13 AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR BIRTH DATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA HOPE YOU APPRECIATE MY HUGE GIFT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT EVERYONE HAS THE HONOUR OF GETTING A HUGE HUG FROM ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN FACT, NO ONE DOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO FEEL LUCKY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAAAAAVE FUUUNNN AT TUITION TONIGHT WITH BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep on being the biggest pile of fatty fats of the fattiest piece of fatty fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L) you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{man i realised my blog is beginning to sound more and more like an immature teenage ah lian. WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm full of emotional outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3542826969712904890?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3542826969712904890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3542826969712904890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3542826969712904890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3542826969712904890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-basketball-walking.html' title='DANCING. BASKETBALL. WALKING.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3468560036974376386</id><published>2009-10-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:33:26.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE TAN YUE TING!</title><content type='html'>oh man oh man oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have never told TYT about..&lt;br /&gt;she added him.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS ANYWAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS SHE TRYING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUIN MY LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE TEACHERS' JOB, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so now they're friends on FB.&lt;br /&gt;and it's pretty obvious she could only know him through me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm their only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mutual friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna start hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;oh man oh man oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i told her about this.&lt;br /&gt;if she added him, i was never gonna speak to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even spent the whole day thinking about..&lt;br /&gt;gosh talk about a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;my heart's beating way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3468560036974376386?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3468560036974376386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3468560036974376386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3468560036974376386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3468560036974376386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-tan-yue-ting.html' title='I HATE TAN YUE TING!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7183721639319394781</id><published>2009-10-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:23:29.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found him.&lt;br /&gt;and i requested. and now i think my life's a little more complete.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;and before TYT goes and thinks,&lt;br /&gt;"LOOKS ONLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna set her straight!&lt;br /&gt;i remember when we used to talk about crushes together.&lt;br /&gt;when i was like eleven or soomething!&lt;br /&gt;and i was still sharing rooms with the freeshow.&lt;br /&gt;and he'd stay oveeerr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once the freeshow started snoring, we'd start talking.&lt;br /&gt;and MAN DOES HE HAVE SUBSTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;unlike&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt; i could mention...who i've mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WTC?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;since whatever i've said is pretty coded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i may sound drunk or something.&lt;br /&gt;so disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;was talking to LY while looking at that dude's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't concentrate at all on what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;her words got all jumbled up and started to sound EXACTLY JUST LIKE BUZZING LITTLE BUMBLEBEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i could stop myself, you know?&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the airport today with the shriekers and LY.&lt;br /&gt;minus the D.&lt;br /&gt;ehmm, the shriekers shrieked their loudest today!&lt;br /&gt;started acting like true blue lians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm man! do i love going out with THEM!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't study one bit.&lt;br /&gt;and MY CHINESE PAPER IS SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SCREEEEEEWED!&lt;br /&gt;MESSED UP!&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED UP!&lt;br /&gt;....screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised my vocabs pretty limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY IT'S SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;if i could mess up a written paper, wonder what i'm gonna do for my orals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet the invigilator's gonna laugh till she cries or something.&lt;br /&gt;cause apparently i speak my chinese with an AMERICAN ACCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit it all!&lt;br /&gt;not only does my BRAIN HAVE ISSUES...&lt;br /&gt;oh NOOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tongue has some issues of it's own too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tragic.&lt;br /&gt;but then i found him on...!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT. I LOVE YOU FB, BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with the ahlianess.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, speaking of lians.&lt;br /&gt;we were walking towards mac's today.&lt;br /&gt;when this really tall, ugly guy with two girls walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;i think they were really old or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, 20+.&lt;br /&gt;not senior citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they walked past us and gave us that stupid ONCE-OVER.&lt;br /&gt;and then one of them said,&lt;br /&gt;"WAH, AH LIANS MAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other dared to reply,&lt;br /&gt;"YEAH! IN THEIR SCHOOOL UNIFORMS SOMEMORE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's are the ones speaking totally broken english here?&lt;br /&gt;two words, not US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have beat them up.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if they weren't so tall.&lt;br /&gt;or with a huge guy.&lt;br /&gt;or if it wasn't the arrival hall of T3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yes i would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead we just said really loudly at them,&lt;br /&gt;"WE, AH LIANS? OH NO YOU DIDN'T! [lol] UGLY FREAKS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;that's the most unclassy and immature thing anyone could do.&lt;br /&gt;but come on man!&lt;br /&gt;i had to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't let thos people get away with calling me a lian!&lt;br /&gt;LOL i think cause i was walking with jo and ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, ade carries a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; COLOURED KNAPSACK.&lt;br /&gt;jo has incredibly smooth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REBONDED&lt;/span&gt; HAIR and A LOTTA PINK THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;LY, has a typical ah lian haircut. looks like A PIG'S TAIL with many coloured clips.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ALL WEAR THEIR SKIRTS HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;LY WAS THE WORST. wore the super short PE shorts. and a HANDBAG.&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no clips. [not in school, at least]&lt;br /&gt;hair slightly below the top of my head. [?? I DON'T MAKE SENSE]&lt;br /&gt;skirt just about one and half fingers above knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa i LIKE being good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm really getting disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;if you just realized, what i just realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7183721639319394781?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7183721639319394781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7183721639319394781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7183721639319394781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7183721639319394781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/woooooooow.html' title='WOOOOOOOOW.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8946800333591437260</id><published>2009-10-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:27:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE DANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YEAH, THE END-OF-YEARS ARE FINALLY HEEEERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeey all!&lt;br /&gt;haha finally took time to update.&lt;br /&gt;just finished my chinese tuition!&lt;br /&gt;pure awesome-ness just about sums up my tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHMM.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm catching up on nigahiga's videoooos!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha love the off the pill rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO tomorrow's my chinese paper!&lt;br /&gt;and apparently if we fail one subject....we go down to NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i think that's what that gay teacher meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was dance.&lt;br /&gt;monday was drama.&lt;br /&gt;guess what they have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE BOTH EPIC FAILURES!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- drama was just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like the dumbest crap on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;only had three lines.&lt;br /&gt;SEE? WE SHOULD TOTALLY CHOOSE OUR OWN GROUPS INSTEAD OF BEING CHOSEN AND HAVING ONLY TWO STUPID LINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;had the time of my life up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH, RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dance.&lt;br /&gt;we chose GEE by SNSD!&lt;br /&gt;but now that i think about it, is a totally stupid song to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one type of dance you can do to that song.&lt;br /&gt;and that is the ACT CUTE DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one where girls with incredibly pale, chubby faces and svelte bodies dance around, throwing innocent looking poses about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shudder.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA. quite sickening to watch, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;our instructor told us, after we performed, that if she wanted to see a SEXY DANCE, she'd rather watch the WONDERGIRLS cause they're SEXIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN WHAT WAY DID WE PERFORM A SEXY DANCE?!&lt;br /&gt;our dance was kinda cheesy, to me.&lt;br /&gt;but that's me.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of our 'clique' [-.-] loved it.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, we did a cute dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they all wore incredibly short shorts which you could practically see their butt in.&lt;br /&gt;freaky stuff, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;and they called ME slutty for wearing my spaghetti bubble top!&lt;br /&gt;these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;so now's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, i'm gonna sit down and get down with the books!&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for my chinese all!&lt;br /&gt;i don't really think i'll fail it, but i know i can.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i might,&lt;br /&gt;just a little though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FERNANDO TORRES IS THE MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said it, i'm saying it and i'll say it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks more and it's time to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8946800333591437260?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8946800333591437260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8946800333591437260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8946800333591437260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8946800333591437260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-dance.html' title='DANCE DANCE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8619338370810763476</id><published>2009-09-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:31:28.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALKING.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R, haha i'm updating now, aren't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a pretty smooth week.&lt;br /&gt;if you call TRUCKLOADS OF HOMEWORK smooth!&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, i had the best time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss.&lt;br /&gt;went out on thursday,&lt;br /&gt;with my DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried out the french plaits.&lt;br /&gt;andreas told me not to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;he was kidding, he knows i wasn't acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA! SELF PRAISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much except i got the BOF SOUNTRACK PART 2!&lt;br /&gt;was hoping for DOUBLE-S FIVE.OH.ONE's album to be out so i could get it.&lt;br /&gt;nope. nada. zero. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the shelves had were corny things like BIG BANG!&lt;br /&gt;what IS that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;so the soundtrack's pretty cool man!&lt;br /&gt;has a lotta postcard/polaroid kinda pictures that are really glossy.&lt;br /&gt;i like glossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the songs are an EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, FRIDAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we let out early today.&lt;br /&gt;won some kinda award, so the school &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;took it as an excuse to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, my father said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind them slacking at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ehm. LY got her tweezers confiscated so we had to go this HUGE ROUND to get it back from the principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. pair. of. tweezers.&lt;br /&gt;my school is so reasonable, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARCASM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you may be wondering why i'm using that super irritating tiny font.&lt;br /&gt;can't badmouth my school openly, ya see.&lt;br /&gt;once found out, will get suspension and some kind of stupid speech.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO GO THROUGH THAT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after going up to the school library to read about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, BABY! and the stupid, nothing-better-to-do NAZIS, we headed off to TAMPINEs LIBRARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;had pizza hut first.&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT BEFORE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this really. REALLY old woman walking with huge bags and a trolley.&lt;br /&gt;she had to bring the bags over, then retrace her steps and get her trolley.&lt;br /&gt;man it was so SAD. how can you not help man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we pushed her trolley to her.&lt;br /&gt;she thanked us, adelynn spoke her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FEI CHANG LI HAI&lt;/span&gt; hokkien and we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then LY was like "I THINK WE SHOULD HELP HER TO HER HOME, YA KNOW?"&lt;br /&gt;and so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was 88 years old man.&lt;br /&gt;walked down several blocks getting stuff people threw away.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. it's called a karang guni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAU AND IT WAS SAD MAN.&lt;br /&gt;so we followed her with her stuff to her home.&lt;br /&gt;and she was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i guess i'd be sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;if i were her.&lt;br /&gt;who would go "OKAY! YOU CAN LEAVE NOW! GOODNESS, GIRLS THESE DAYS!" ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to get on with my history.&lt;br /&gt;man is it HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;external threats. internal threats. organisation of society.&lt;br /&gt;THIS is gonna help us in life?&lt;br /&gt;THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gaygaygaypost.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8619338370810763476?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8619338370810763476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8619338370810763476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8619338370810763476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8619338370810763476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking.html' title='WALKING.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3791978894897328837</id><published>2009-09-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:26:06.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK ABOUT HORMONAL!</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man life is total bollocks lately.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA what is with me and that word today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah moving on now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently trying to get through many pages of math.&lt;br /&gt;and my drama paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;and my science workbook.&lt;br /&gt;and my chinese assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean by bollocks?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. is that a bad word?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL AGAIN FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...for your deadly game!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MIKA's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE ARE GOLDEN&lt;/span&gt; is actually quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;haha in a quirky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a really random post.&lt;br /&gt;gay and random.&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep it alive, you know?&lt;br /&gt;cause the EOYs/EYEs are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know WHY i just can't study.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;but then something comes up and i go out.&lt;br /&gt;and then i come back feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;today was soccer.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to go man!&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't cause...&lt;br /&gt;no girls went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;so i lay on gugu's slouchy leather couch and watched reruns of HOUSE, MONK and many many MADONNA music vids on videoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;don't get the wrong idea here.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NOT INTERESTED IN MADONNA'S VIDEOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda traumatising. to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;she had the weirdest hair.&lt;br /&gt;now she has the weirdest arms.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why am i talking about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's....go on.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the freeshow and elisha.&lt;br /&gt;at hot, humid and sweaty BENDEMEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a super entertaining lunch!&lt;br /&gt;the guys kept throwing bets at each other.&lt;br /&gt;"KISS MY SHOE AND I'LL GIVE YOU $20!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! $50!"&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE LOR! NO WAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;but it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;in that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nooby, freeshow&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we went on to gugu's house.&lt;br /&gt;and had many, many chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man what an unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;switched to MTV.&lt;br /&gt;'PAPARAZZI' was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like kicking the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i [quickly] switched to CHANNEL [V].&lt;br /&gt;also playing that wretched song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY IS MY LIFE SO TRAGIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol but it really is one of the most irritating songs i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;lady gaga is just ABSOLUTELY IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;{cbox replies in previous post.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public holiday tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;gonna mug, mug, mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BOO GAY POST.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3791978894897328837?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3791978894897328837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3791978894897328837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3791978894897328837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3791978894897328837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-hormonal.html' title='TALK ABOUT HORMONAL!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-678804561563062542</id><published>2009-09-19T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:25:11.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE!</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from YF.&lt;br /&gt;and weeelllll, my weekends are an EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chinese tuition yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but it's so like...&lt;br /&gt;THERAPEUTIC for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;but i love my chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;we could go on for hours!&lt;br /&gt;[or at least until i run through my whole chinese vocab.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err yeah, so she gave us a lift to the moose's house.&lt;br /&gt;us being the freeshow and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN MY BROTHER'S IS A PAIN IN THE...&lt;br /&gt;neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't think i'd want to blog today, but i checked out my cbox and was like, MAYBE I SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;cause people actually tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, back to the moose's crib.&lt;br /&gt;got there at around 10 and checked out the awesome stuff she got me from L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bobbi brown was sold out TWICE so i can say, yet again,&lt;br /&gt;i possess no make-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know anyone who doesn't have make up so i guess i'm SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so noting much here.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to respond to tags.&lt;br /&gt;TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jibreel: err LOL? why would i mind? and i didn't really mean that. i mean, i know YOU'RE not gay! [right?]  ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jonathan: huh? do i know you? or something? LOL. [but seriously.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jolene: do ah lians get weirder everyday or something? cause you certainly seem to. and you're a lian right? don't need to deny it. it's obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND DO YOU HAVE TO USE SUCH HUGE WORDS? GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WANG ZI IS ONE CHAO AH BENG, MY FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;SORRY TO BREAK IT TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. you wouldn't mind, right?&lt;br /&gt;ahlian with ahbeng what!&lt;br /&gt;HAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i am so gay, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-678804561563062542?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/678804561563062542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=678804561563062542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/678804561563062542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/678804561563062542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4262124660818722520</id><published>2009-09-17T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:53:24.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE IT ALL OUT!</title><content type='html'>i was drenched in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;from head to...toe.&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating in places i never thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;okay that sounds wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was crazy busy!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, pretty normal day for me.&lt;br /&gt;got incredibly hyper during dance period.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't think of a CREATIVE choreography so LY and I just made up our pole dance thing.&lt;br /&gt;cause our instructor's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be gay, but still a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed through school and realised that every english teacher i've ever had are reeeaal nice people.&lt;br /&gt;all ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after trying to stay awake during school, headed over to A's house for dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;who says we don't concentrate on our assignments, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no one's ever said that but...&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided on VIVA BOND for our dance track and scrapped MOVE IT MOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;from Madagascar?&lt;br /&gt;ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corniest song i've ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;got a few dance step down pat and all we need now is....more the other 3/4 of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING FOR EOYs!&lt;br /&gt;but what am i doing instead?&lt;br /&gt;drinking endless amount of coke and eating endless amounts of chocolate to get me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;A's shitzus kept licking me and trying to get under my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;man i was getting PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog's tongues are seriously wet and WARM.&lt;br /&gt;so they were licking me as i talked to pops on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I WILL CUT YOU, DOG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got scolded for being....&lt;br /&gt;vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;blew up more bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;with LY, no less.&lt;br /&gt;and now i gotta go draw my stupid bar graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-J: yeah yeah! your boxers are at my house! but you tore them off, remember. so they're in many colourful, silky pieces. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUDE AND GAY LA, YOU FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;-J: but you tore them off, remember? in the toilet, i mean. and then wore your pants over instead? BEFORE you came out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4262124660818722520?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4262124660818722520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4262124660818722520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4262124660818722520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4262124660818722520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-it-all-out.html' title='DANCE IT ALL OUT!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8255512617938982600</id><published>2009-09-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:04:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo.</title><content type='html'>HECTIC. TRAGIC. BORING. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some words to describe my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell, I'M LIVING IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great weekend at kiwi's.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till 6 waiting for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sun to come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it never did man!&lt;br /&gt;..or maybe i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to rachel all the way.&lt;br /&gt;had several toilet breaks and kiwi slept throughout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;and then rachel told me something.&lt;br /&gt;about this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;. and i don't think i'm ever gonna be okay again.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and apparently, looking into rachel's eyes is like looking down an abyss. poetic, huh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to hell all over again.&lt;br /&gt;seriously cannot believe how short the holidays were.&lt;br /&gt;that was a WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;it felt like a second.&lt;br /&gt;what with all the stupid supplementary classes and CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;BAH! trying to act like we should be grateful for the 'one week rest'.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ONE WEEK REST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;teach was going crazily angry over the fact that no one, AT ALL, passed up their paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;then she claimed she gave us the task sheet.&lt;br /&gt;and not even the most 'guai' person in class had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers really are the worst liars.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHMMM.&lt;br /&gt;so this week's gonna be hectic.&lt;br /&gt;so are the next two.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE THE END OF YEARS ARE IN TWO WEEEEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;YIPPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm! and our chinese teacher rocks.&lt;br /&gt;really, she just is the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;orals in two weeks and she still hasn't BEGUN on the wretched topic.&lt;br /&gt;we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic faaaaiiilll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you LOVE going back to school?&lt;br /&gt;it's so busy and full of crap, mmmm just LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasmsarcasmsarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8255512617938982600?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8255512617938982600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8255512617938982600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8255512617938982600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8255512617938982600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoo.html' title='whoo.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5832307349946147869</id><published>2009-09-11T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:07:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDAAAAATE.</title><content type='html'>WHOAWHOAHWHOAWHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andreas is watching ANNAPOLIS.&lt;br /&gt;yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be slogging through my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM HYUN JOONG HAS THE SWINE!&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS GETTING ME ALL HYPED UP.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;LEADER HAS H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay random.&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've finally made this known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;getting back to my mindmap like i should.&lt;br /&gt;i already wasted an hour just colouring the words "SEPARATION TECHNIQUES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i love little britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5832307349946147869?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-244331316227837158</id><published>2009-09-10T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:23:37.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMARAMAAA!</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow yesterday's post was ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;but today's won't.&lt;br /&gt;i never can stay angry for long.&lt;br /&gt;hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL WANNA KILL THOSE FREAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. they're called teachers and seniors, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;deserve to be shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAY SO LET'S FOCUS ON SOMETHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;we went to LY's house today.&lt;br /&gt;to finish up our many, MANY holiday projects.&lt;br /&gt;and they're all stupid things that should be cut away like...dance.&lt;br /&gt;i have wasted SO MUCH TIME on that crap.&lt;br /&gt;dance is just plain stupid when you have to do POWERPOINTS on it.&lt;br /&gt;the practical is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked, stupidly enough, a few KM to jo's busstop.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sweating like i'd been trekking across the Sahara Desert for days or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;"WALIAO I COULD KILL YOU, YOU KNOW! I WAITED SO LONG! SO HOT!"&lt;br /&gt;i could kill you too, you know!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jo was complaining about how 15 takes a long time to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;and just then...guess what?&lt;br /&gt;BUS NUMBER 15 PULLED UP.&lt;br /&gt;haha, sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jo sucked in her cheeks [and ego] and got on.&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHAHAAH. funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so we discussed how to act angry at each other on the way to the interchange...&lt;br /&gt;we were trying to make LY worried later.&lt;br /&gt;then when it got to the climax....&lt;br /&gt;i'd go "JOLENE! ....never say hello to me!"&lt;br /&gt;and then we'd burst out into giggling fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if after that, LY decided not to give us food...&lt;br /&gt;we'd threaten to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can tell, &lt;br /&gt;we had the most perfect plan there could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHEN WE GOT TO HER HOUSE WE COULD. NOT. STOP. LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was madness.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end LY didn't even care man!&lt;br /&gt;she just kept quiet and kept asking us if we wanted coke.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW WE KNOW EH, JO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says she cares about the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;but just doesn't care if we like each other...&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEEEEESH! &lt;br /&gt;yeah so since we didn't get the list of songs for dance...&lt;br /&gt;[HMM I WONDER WHY?]&lt;br /&gt;we got on to the english skit.&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;spent a few hours doing make-up and costumes.&lt;br /&gt;or at least, THEY did.&lt;br /&gt;i was pooped. so i just twittered.&lt;br /&gt;HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when they were FINALLY, THANKFULLY, DONE..&lt;br /&gt;leeyann made me change.&lt;br /&gt;into this weird flowery dress of hers.&lt;br /&gt;i was the news reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHA me and LY couldn't stop laughing at how..slutty [is just the only word to describe it]...the shriekers looked.&lt;br /&gt;seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thick, THICK foundation, lipstick and eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;turquoise tube dress for adelynn. [miley]&lt;br /&gt;and this weird thing for jo. [avril.]&lt;br /&gt;...leeyann was beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHA what she wore would be considered SUPER SKIMPY.&lt;br /&gt;but compared to beyonce's stage outfits...it was like she was the most modest, conservative woman on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP. nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't read from the script.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to ad-lib.&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept forgetting my lines and giggling!&lt;br /&gt;and burping too. thank you, coke.&lt;br /&gt;adelynn got a little high from swinging around.&lt;br /&gt;lay on the floor in fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo...was emo.&lt;br /&gt;i think?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;everything is so blurry now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so incredibly tired, WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. denise didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;she had her chinese orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;so we swapped roles.&lt;br /&gt;and now she's gotta act in CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's going to interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-244331316227837158?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/244331316227837158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=244331316227837158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/244331316227837158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/244331316227837158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/dramaramaaa.html' title='DRAMARAMAAA!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3055608763270139178</id><published>2009-09-09T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:15:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULD KILL!</title><content type='html'>I REALLY COULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly do not think i've felt this much rage before.&lt;br /&gt;one day, which probably WOULD be a WEDNESDAY, I'm just going to walk over to any one of them and stab them dead with my ballpoint pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait, my pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;what is WRONG WITH THEM? &lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE SOCIETY? &lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS FREAKING WRONG WITH PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. we came late.&lt;br /&gt;yes we came VERY late.&lt;br /&gt;but hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were telling the total truth.&lt;br /&gt;we waited for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;at three. THREE.&lt;br /&gt;it came at three FORTY FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we were out smoking or something!&lt;br /&gt;or getting high with some glue!&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE WAITING FOR THE STUPID BUS TO ARRIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just deserve to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;the world would be such a better place without them constantly ranting on and on about how if "we're not interested" then we can jolly well just ask for a transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEEEAH MAN. &lt;br /&gt;believe me, i would.&lt;br /&gt;if i COULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder such an old woman is still single.&lt;br /&gt;which man in their right mind would be CAUGHT DEAD WITH HER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i was the ugliest geezer in the world, i would NOT hang around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'd talk my ear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it must be because of the way we LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;we don't tie all our hair back in the lowest ponytail possible.&lt;br /&gt;we don't cut it up to our ears.&lt;br /&gt;our skirts are not below knee level.&lt;br /&gt;we don't wear our pristine white socks up to our calves for the person ten miles away to see.&lt;br /&gt;we don't wear the cleanest BATA shoes that have are of the purest shade of white.&lt;br /&gt;our faces don't look like those of someone who's....what's that word?&lt;br /&gt;guai? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, our skin is TAN.&lt;br /&gt;not as white as our socks/shoes because we spend all our time indoors, studying our brains off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why they think we have no hope.&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE REALLY NEED TO GET A BRAIN MAN.&lt;br /&gt;A NEW MINDSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think the only ones worth their time and effort are those who ask millions of stupid questions and act like they're the smartest thing the world's got....&lt;br /&gt;when they rank WAAAAY lower than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid STUPID JUDGEMENTAL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;if i dressed and acted exactly like what i've mentioned above, i would have manic depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't already feel incredibly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i'm gonna break.&lt;br /&gt;then they'll see.&lt;br /&gt;they'll see it VEEEEERY CLEARLY when i break cause i'm gonna shove it in their ugly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[man this post is so anger-filled. HEE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. i just might kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;my dad says to chill cause it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;it's going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can TELL THEY'RE BIASED.&lt;br /&gt;they'd ask someone [one of those 'GOOOOD' ones] to please, PLEASE participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the person finally agrees, [being a 'GOOOD' one, how can you refuse?] they move on to another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause, you know, they gotta form teams.&lt;br /&gt;but when their gaze finally lands on us, they give that 'OH FORGET IT' look and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE LATE.&lt;br /&gt;OUR VERY FIRST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE PANTING WHEN WE GOT TO THE STUPID DOOR, ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST WE BOTHERED TO SHOW UP.&lt;br /&gt;which is something i can't say for SOME OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, no, NO. that other person is one of the 'good' ones.&lt;br /&gt;so...you know.&lt;br /&gt;she probably has a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that goes "I DIDN'T KNOW!"&lt;br /&gt;and so they smile and nod and say "WELL, DON'T FORGET NEXT TIME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder everyone quit.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD STAY THERE.&lt;br /&gt;unless, of course, they were one of the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they'd fit in just fine.&lt;br /&gt;with the others SMARTIES WHO FAIL THEIR EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man sometimes life just ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;yeap i love life.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone know where i can get a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HA. you know i'm just kidding right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...or am I?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DEDICATED TO JO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3055608763270139178?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3055608763270139178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3055608763270139178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3055608763270139178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3055608763270139178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-could-kill.html' title='I COULD KILL!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2708323399658178105</id><published>2009-09-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:39:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAAAAY.</title><content type='html'>HELLO BLOGGER, YOU'RE MESSED UP. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like updating after looking at my dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to JB yet again.&lt;br /&gt;rachel thought i was running away from home!&lt;br /&gt;haha about time, living with a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we basically stuffed ourselves with food and coke.&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd go home with nothing, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;but then we walked into one of my mom's fave FOSes and they were selling all these Victoria Secret's PINK stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's their line.&lt;br /&gt;not the colour of the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;i'd die wearing bright pink out.&lt;br /&gt;i would, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd better sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's history callbacks, stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;history is just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES, HONESTLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound immature/ ignorant but HEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eehhmm. yesss.&lt;br /&gt;watched adventureland till late last night.&lt;br /&gt;it was ONE DEPRESSING SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with kristen stewart and another guy that looked EXACTLY like nick jonas.&lt;br /&gt;yes, he was just PLAIN UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;also like nick jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAAAY i'd better end this horribly gay-sounding post here to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more days before school opens again!&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS LIFE SO TRAGIC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is so immature.&lt;br /&gt;i feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2708323399658178105?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2276658983446437475</id><published>2009-09-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:19:23.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGS CAN FLYYY!</title><content type='html'>NO, I'M SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;THEY REALLY CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so just ended a nice three hours of chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;you know how hard it is to keep smiling like you're in such a good mood even though you feel like chewing someone's head off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. the feeling is just so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;and constant.&lt;br /&gt;but my teachers really nice.&lt;br /&gt;talked about BOF and other dramas for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;haaaha i kept going on and on cause i wanted to watse time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly?&lt;br /&gt;if i had to choose between talking about BOF or reading a chinese newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEAHH.&lt;br /&gt;;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so LY phoned me up to talk about the STOOPID script we have to do for english.&lt;br /&gt;interviewing BEYONCE.&lt;br /&gt;whooopie. &lt;br /&gt;can you tell how excited i am about this project?&lt;br /&gt;cause i am super excited.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bubbling inside, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FRIDAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY NIGHT I'M GONNA GO HYPER cause i'll just know there's no school and be all happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jolene wants me to mention her in my posts.&lt;br /&gt;so here you go woman.&lt;br /&gt;you can smile with great joy and honour that i have actually graced you with..with my....blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i can't multitask.&lt;br /&gt;can't talk and MSN and blog all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can hear LY eating over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;this is the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. GONNA. GET. SOME. FOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeyann was eating a carrot.&lt;br /&gt;errrr...what's up, doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2276658983446437475?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2276658983446437475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2276658983446437475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2276658983446437475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2276658983446437475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/09/pigs-can-flyyy.html' title='PIGS CAN FLYYY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4962352481657039912</id><published>2009-08-31T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:52:24.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMM SIGHTS TO SEE!</title><content type='html'>AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING monday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was forced to go to school to watch the teachers eat their stupid breakfast in the hall as i controlled the urge of rushing over to one of them and grabbing their darned cups of fruit punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started the ACES day dance.&lt;br /&gt;i could've killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;i really could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was incredibly cranky today.&lt;br /&gt;haha LY's crankiness rubbed off on me.&lt;br /&gt;got some cupcakes from denise.&lt;br /&gt;woah they were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incrediblybadtasting.&lt;br /&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we bought some roses from the florist at the bedok market.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;i bought yellow and pink.&lt;br /&gt;when i finally got to my primary school, the flowers had dropped off man!&lt;br /&gt;only the stupid thorny stalks were left!&lt;br /&gt;cheap roses! cheating florist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER HE WAS LAUGHING AS I HANDED OVER MY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;and now i know.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were going hyper on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;plucking off the leaves and digging out the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;...at least, LY was doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed through LONG JOHN's and then off to GONGSHANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN THAT PLACE IS JUST HEAVEN ON EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;yellow red blue green.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful beautiful beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;IT RHYMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;mostly in secret of the AMAZING SIGHTS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;man i have forgotten the gooood old days!&lt;br /&gt;a lotta seniors came back.&lt;br /&gt;like, the secondary 3 and 4 ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I LOVE MY SENIORS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaaa. wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a load of people came back.&lt;br /&gt;errm i think they were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAVIS!&lt;br /&gt;TYT. &lt;br /&gt;VANESSA.&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY.&lt;br /&gt;GUEI RU.&lt;br /&gt;JERMAINE.&lt;br /&gt;DAYNA.&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA.&lt;br /&gt;EUGENIA.&lt;br /&gt;AIDAN.&lt;br /&gt;JUN JIE.&lt;br /&gt;JIA ZHENG.&lt;br /&gt;ZIKRY.&lt;br /&gt;JIBREEL.&lt;br /&gt;ZI JIA.&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS LUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other people, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;man everyone is just looking AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;like the guys are all so much taller and hugely muscular.&lt;br /&gt;MAAAAAAAAAAN THEY ARE FIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't see much change in the girls though.&lt;br /&gt;hee. i've changed though.&lt;br /&gt;wear my hair higher now.&lt;br /&gt;but that's about how far it goes.&lt;br /&gt;AND i just said ONE thing to vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;i just went " HEY JIBREEL IS SO TALL NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me that pissed face.&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE LA ASHLEY. I KNOW YOU'RE IN A GIRLS' SCHOOL BUT LIKE, DON'T NEED SO DESPO RIGHT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i didn't have anything sharp in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then soon after TYT CAME.&lt;br /&gt;MAN I REALLY COULD'VE KILLED HER.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?&lt;br /&gt;IS SHE MENTALLY UNSTABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went up to ZK and shouted..&lt;br /&gt;"HEY ASHLEY WANT YOUR PHONE NUMBER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i heard this i shouted&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ZK, being the ego FREAK he is swung his hand in front and was like,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ACT BLUR LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm ever going to talk to TYT again.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE JUST SIGNED IN ON MSN!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to kill her i'm going to kill her i'm going to--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i got an MSN!&lt;br /&gt;oh, not from her.&lt;br /&gt;okay, getting back to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was great.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was hanging around the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE MY PRIMARY SCHOOL CANTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;it just feels so....safe, you know?&lt;br /&gt;all bright colours and huge spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my SECONDARY school...&lt;br /&gt;it's just white and black and brown and BIRD SHIT EVEEEERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think the cleaners clean man.&lt;br /&gt;all i see them do is walk back and forth past my class a few times.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, THEY'RE OLDER THAN MY GRANDMAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHATTHECRAAAAAAAAP?!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ah...i really can kill.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD TOMORROW IS A HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, THANK YOU GOD.&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU THAAAANKYOUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad says he wants to go to JB.&lt;br /&gt;ha! doubt he'll want to when tomorrow finally rolls around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so it was an awesome day today.&lt;br /&gt;mdm suryati looked super pretty as usual.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't give her the rose though.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LAUGHING FLORIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone looked incredibly hot. so that was good. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;we were waiting outside for the gates to open when i saw K.&lt;br /&gt;stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;he's gotten really...fit now.&lt;br /&gt;haha his face still...off putting though.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;but he totally didn't acknowledge me man!&lt;br /&gt;even as we were shouting his name he just gave us blank looks and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TILL NEXT TIME MY BELOVED GSPS!&lt;br /&gt;if i don't jump down the flat from all the pressure i'm getting in that....other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S CHANGED!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to more reunions.&lt;br /&gt;bwaaahahaha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4962352481657039912?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4962352481657039912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4962352481657039912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4962352481657039912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4962352481657039912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmmm-sights-to-see.html' title='MMMM SIGHTS TO SEE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7528581161536463073</id><published>2009-08-31T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:20:05.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCCER SATURDAAAY!</title><content type='html'>WWWWWWWWWWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;what an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling extreeemely guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at eleven after a incredibly traumatising dream, couldn't get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, isn't there history callbacks today? Which started an hour ago? Hmmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i was super on edge.&lt;br /&gt;cause if my parents found out that I'd 'forgot'...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i wouldn't ever see the light of day again.&lt;br /&gt;SO I WAS TREADING ON EGGSHELLS THE WHOLE DAY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness the lightbulb in their minds never lit up.&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;i must have done something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went over to orchard for some brunch at CRYSTAL JAAAADE!&lt;br /&gt;had the biggest brunch ever.&lt;br /&gt;loads of noodles and dumplings and dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;you know, all those chinese stuff.&lt;br /&gt;or is it hong kong stuff?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then these dishes kept appearing on our table man!&lt;br /&gt;like, it never stopped coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after loads of coke and talking and PSP under the table, we went off to G2000.&lt;br /&gt;where the adults spent hours trying on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;not just my mom and gugu man.&lt;br /&gt;MY FATHER tried on this leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;he thought it made him look...'muscular'.&lt;br /&gt;yeap yeap!&lt;br /&gt;i thought it just made him look like a member of the MAFIA.&lt;br /&gt;EL CAPONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaha.&lt;br /&gt;so after cookies and chocolate croissants at NEWTON ONE, &lt;br /&gt;headed down to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;FOR SOCCERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jessica was sick so she couldn't go! BOOO.  ):   ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we were almost forty minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, andreas' fault.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who else?&lt;br /&gt;ME? bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bah! humbug! LOL LEEYANN!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the street soccer court...thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and then we split up into teeeams!&lt;br /&gt;man it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was in ZH's group.&lt;br /&gt;with...&lt;br /&gt;ZH [...obvious enough?]&lt;br /&gt;KIWI! [GRRRRRAAAAACEEEEEEly!]&lt;br /&gt;and then i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;i think the ninja was in my group?&lt;br /&gt;with SB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless.&lt;br /&gt;YES THEN ...OH!&lt;br /&gt;i think the freeshow was in my team tooooo!&lt;br /&gt;harder gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during half time i was sitting with my legs...&lt;br /&gt;like, stretched out.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was...tired.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'll go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then grace suddenly gasped and pointed out something that was really...&lt;br /&gt;outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;so we rushed to the toilet opposite.&lt;br /&gt;kiwi pudding was grabbing my hand so tight la.&lt;br /&gt;stopping the blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;i felt faint HAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after changing we headed back and some other people had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;including some random strangers who had been looking wistfully at us.&lt;br /&gt;CARTER NUMBER 15!&lt;br /&gt;that guy is really a gangster man.&lt;br /&gt;every little thing, also wanna fight.&lt;br /&gt;goodness i can't speak proper english.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS SUPER PAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now that i got THAT outta the way...&lt;br /&gt;we had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;it may sound incredulous but....&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED!&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED A GOAL!&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED MAN!&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY OWN FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about all i can remember for saturday so now SUNDAAAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had church.&lt;br /&gt;pretty okay. &lt;br /&gt;was restless during the start of the sermon cause i REALLY HAD TO PEE.&lt;br /&gt;and there never seemed to be a right time to..&lt;br /&gt;go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..outta the hall. i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch, pretty boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and then evening rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;went running at PASIR RIS PARK with kiwi and family!&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously dying.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE PEOPLE CAN RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;which i also realised on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;the ninja is MAD.&lt;br /&gt;he's CRAZY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he practically sprinted around the whole of the park!&lt;br /&gt;SPRINTED.&lt;br /&gt;and then during soccer he kept running around like he'd chugged down a barrel of RED BULL in the morning or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craziness man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been a pretty GRRREEEAT weekend!&lt;br /&gt;goodness we have to go back to school now.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols starting spetember 7th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEEEAAH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7528581161536463073?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7528581161536463073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7528581161536463073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7528581161536463073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7528581161536463073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/soccer-saturdaaay.html' title='SOCCER SATURDAAAY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4601754051174447421</id><published>2009-08-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:04:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>WEEEEEEEEEEEEELL!&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER IS ACTUALLY FINE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;stupid little site with serious bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;this week has been, to say the very least,&lt;br /&gt;one of the worst weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;you know, around the top there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeyann's been gone for 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;coming back next week i hope!&lt;br /&gt;okay there's nothing much to say here and OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I'M GETTING MY BOBBI BROWN EYELINERRR!&lt;br /&gt;hey, the first piece of make up i'm gonna own!&lt;br /&gt;gooood stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, whatta incredibly screwed week.&lt;br /&gt;it's been one of those weeks i wish the world would come to an end or something.&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to run into the school ground with sniper rifles and start gunning down everyone in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, i'm a violent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understatement of the year&lt;/span&gt; or what?&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't have a sniper rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this post is so gay.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a new word!&lt;br /&gt;the moose passed me this book of SAT WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;it's called the FLIP-O-MATIC and cost a bomb...for a book with a lotta CHEEM words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from canada. so yes.&lt;br /&gt;you know how on MSN a lotta people go "i'll love you foreverrr, my baby!"&lt;br /&gt;or you know, corny stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i should be happy for friends [or random people that added me] that have an awesome (L) life.&lt;br /&gt;but it's so CORNY TO POST IT AS YOUR PM!&lt;br /&gt;i think so, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so it's so corny, it's sickeningly sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;did you see the word before sentimental?&lt;br /&gt;...ah.&lt;br /&gt;so the word is...&lt;br /&gt;it is...&lt;br /&gt;is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAWKISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and i had a lotta things i wanted to blog about,&lt;br /&gt;but i just finished my maths.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm tired as......&lt;br /&gt;crap, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. it ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;something no one wants to know but i want people to know...&lt;br /&gt;man i'm so out of it.&lt;br /&gt;what's on the BILLBOARD charts nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea man.&lt;br /&gt;the most recent song i heard of was Cobra Starship's GOOD GIRL GO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it has a super nice beat man.&lt;br /&gt;and now all i listen to is...&lt;br /&gt;SS501! ['nuff said.]&lt;br /&gt;THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll leave when the wind blows..&lt;/span&gt;] ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i'm obsessed with jesse mccartney.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, stupid stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;cause i was watching summerland reruns and he looked so amazing then.&lt;br /&gt;with blond hair and AWESOME highlights and a great pack.&lt;br /&gt;now he's a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;i think. it's freaky really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so then i suddenly wanted to listen to BECAUSE YOU LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! listening to ANYBODY now.&lt;br /&gt;man he was great.&lt;br /&gt;now his hair is brown and he sings about how girls look to him.&lt;br /&gt;errm...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;why would i, a GIRL, want to listen to him sing about a fictitious HOT GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;hmm i don't know! doesn't every girl want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT WHERE YOU WANT ME=BEST ALBUM. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;maths, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4601754051174447421?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4601754051174447421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4601754051174447421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4601754051174447421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4601754051174447421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3586530798515653814</id><published>2009-08-24T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:41:45.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR.</title><content type='html'>WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;what a crazy day man.&lt;br /&gt;and blogger is messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YESTERDAY was mic's birthdaaay.&lt;br /&gt;went to newton 1 AGAIN, for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;fine dining man!&lt;br /&gt;had ribs, tuna steaks, stew and a lotta drinks.&lt;br /&gt;good stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;and they watched wa meng ti.&lt;br /&gt;-.- Taiwanese dramas are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;they are so SLOW man!&lt;br /&gt;so much drama and ugly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too much for me to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY WAS CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeyann didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's about the 9th day she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;suspected of the swine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese today.&lt;br /&gt;and what makes me think you guys care? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;jolene and adelynn skipped.&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;and with a lotta other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...loads more didn't do their homework.&lt;br /&gt;were sent out.&lt;br /&gt;so basically there were only 10 people in class today.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, exactly TEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i cannot WAIT to get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so since ly wasn't there i had to go search for those hooligans.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO PISSED MAN.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's like they've been drinking too much ABC or something.&lt;br /&gt;they're always so high.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise i'm like that too, with ly.&lt;br /&gt;but at least our jokes MAKE SENSE la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their idea of funniness is...&lt;br /&gt;LET'S KICK EACH OTHERS LEGS AND RUN AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S BANG INTO PEOPLE AND GIGGLE IN THEIR FACES!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S THROW OUR BAGS AND WALLETS AND PHONES AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S SCREAM LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sitting there eating in silence.&lt;br /&gt;and they ask me why i'm so emo.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hectic day, glad to be back in the comfort of my home.....&lt;br /&gt;far away from childish giggling girls.&lt;br /&gt;that never heard the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tactfulness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr crazy day,&lt;br /&gt;thank god for soothing showers and the FAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna study my butt off now! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and you've become the opposite of everything i fell in love with and maybe that's why i don't care that you were gone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww. i have 2 maths assignments.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I NEED TO LEARN ABOUT THE AREA OF TRAPEZIUMS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3586530798515653814?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3586530798515653814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=3586530798515653814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3586530798515653814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/3586530798515653814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/grrr.html' title='GRRR.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7650998510434689630</id><published>2009-08-22T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:48:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMM BBQ!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA WHAT A CRAZY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was awoken by the shouts of my brother,&lt;br /&gt;telling me to get my butt to the kitchen so i could discuss going to the history extra lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i found something stupider than angles.&lt;br /&gt;it's called history.&lt;br /&gt;okay, history's pretty interesting...[to a nerd like meeee!]&lt;br /&gt;but when someone like that GAY GUY is in charge of it...&lt;br /&gt;that's it man, i can't give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wore a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;button-down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V-NECK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, it's different when a TOPMAN model wears it.&lt;br /&gt;it actually looks, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gay.&lt;br /&gt;but when someone like that ACNE-INFESTED, STICK-LIKE FIGURED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; [BAH!] wears it...&lt;br /&gt;nothing could look more gay.&lt;br /&gt;i mean homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;not happy.&lt;br /&gt;which i was when the class finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO MOVING ON TO THE BETTER PARTS!&lt;br /&gt;was feeling incredibly moody [read: anti-social] for the first half of the day so i just took the bus without talking to anyone...plugged in to my ipod and glanced around glumly for the whole trip back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never felt so depressed in my life man.&lt;br /&gt;hormones, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesss err then...&lt;br /&gt;came back, did some 'chores', attempted playing Sims3 and re-re-re-re-read Meg Cabot's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VICTORIA AND THE ROGUE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;man it's the coolest book ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we headed over to NEWTON ONE.&lt;br /&gt;but stopped by GIANT for some chips and calamansi juice!&lt;br /&gt;so it took..a while to get there and i hadn't brought my ipod, thinking i didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! what was i thinking?! [and what's with the BAHs? hmm.]&lt;br /&gt;so i was dreaming up this drama about how this girl feels depressed all the time and her parents send her for therapy and how she meets this boy and then...&lt;br /&gt;yep, i'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;i finally see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we finally got there and went up to the amazingly blue pool.&lt;br /&gt;it's sort of turquoise and just so BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;and CLEAR.&lt;br /&gt;man i could go as far as to say it quenches my thirst when i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one of the first BBQ's where i actually ate more than a hotdog or something.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, when i BBQ at the beach i sorta lose my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there's SAND and GRASS and ANTS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's so many other people there BBQing/JOGGING and it's so NOISY, basically.&lt;br /&gt;so a condo is the most ideal place to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we celebrated EE EE DOR'S and my MUMS BIRTHDAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;haaaha i think it's my mom's big 5-OH.&lt;br /&gt;50 and FABULOUS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[read that off a birthday card at borders. oops.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had some PORTOBELLO MUSHROOMS STUFFED WITH....stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and KEBABS WITH BACON AND CHICKEN AND...stuff...&lt;br /&gt;and HUGE BARBECUED RIBS  [ohsogood!]&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;okay so basically a lot of barbecued food.&lt;br /&gt;and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTSA COKE.&lt;br /&gt;coke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;, that is.&lt;br /&gt;live life light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it goes that way....right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and max was kinda sad today.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;cause he'd slammed his fingers and was sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that chloe declared she's got a phobia of watching tv now cause...&lt;br /&gt;okay long story.&lt;br /&gt;that will take up another post.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES so after stuffing myself, we went over to the playground where i tired myself out by spining around, climbing about and playing ice and water with ridiculously fast-footed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a chloe, max and the freeshow.&lt;br /&gt;scooby was there!&lt;br /&gt;....he peed on the pillar too.&lt;br /&gt;DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after panting my way up the stairs, i got into my one-piece and jumped into the now DAAAARK pool with chloe.&lt;br /&gt;i want a tankini really bad.&lt;br /&gt;but deidra can't buy it for me from LA, cause SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE MET&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DIANE VON FURSTENBURG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her shorts and singlet, no less.&lt;br /&gt;at ION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get chances like these since i'm always in school, having CCAs, having extra [GAY] lessons or just plain cooped up at home.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm aware a lot of people's lives are like that.&lt;br /&gt;and they feel perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've been doing that for the past 13 years of my life!&lt;br /&gt;and i've felt super contented!&lt;br /&gt;but now i think i just might shoot someone.&lt;br /&gt;...if i had a gun, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;so thank goodness i don't.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this violent talk!&lt;br /&gt;yeah so...after the swim we cut the cakes!&lt;br /&gt;durian and blackforest.&lt;br /&gt;blackforest cakes are weird.&lt;br /&gt;they're so....ahhhmm...&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom got these amazing sunglasses from SALVATORE FERRAGAMO!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the case they came in were amazingly cool.&lt;br /&gt;the sunglasses....i think they're kinda small for my face.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;and they're not aviators!&lt;br /&gt;which are basically the only type i can wear without looking like i've got issues.&lt;br /&gt;okay this post keeps straying!&lt;br /&gt;SO YES.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ALL I CAN CLEARLY REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONNNA WATCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WGM&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JOONGBO &lt;/span&gt;CUTS, OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;DDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got durian breath!&lt;br /&gt;...when i burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7650998510434689630?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7650998510434689630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7650998510434689630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7650998510434689630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7650998510434689630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/mmm-bbq.html' title='MMM BBQ!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5308466080259207720</id><published>2009-08-21T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:40:33.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL LOOKIE HERE!</title><content type='html'>HAAAHAHAH HEEEEEEEEY ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm a regular blogger!&lt;br /&gt;now that the common tests are over and oooooh YES...&lt;br /&gt;got my chinese paper back.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i was so...what's that word?&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING. in my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 OUTTA 50 MANNN!&lt;br /&gt;that's 94%.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, forget those stellar grades of mine, i still had to cut short my 'outing' with the shriekers for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, the one and only ADELYNN TAN AND JOLENE QUEK!&lt;br /&gt;my gosh those two could scream my ear off.&lt;br /&gt;yeap so we went out today.&lt;br /&gt;on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway outta school i realised i forgot to pack my chinese assignment.&lt;br /&gt;i was all panicky and indecisive going,&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW? SHOULD I GO BACK TO CLASS?&lt;br /&gt;OI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adelynn was all frowny and "DON'T NEED LA!"&lt;br /&gt;jolene was just staring into space the way she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so i forgot about it and went off running in the rain to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;stupidity knows no bounds man.&lt;br /&gt;my skirt got all dotted with raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm okay random note here but i realised that after i read other people's [insert insulting word here] blog, i start to think...&lt;br /&gt;DO I SOUND LIKE THAT IN MY BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I AM!&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN WHAT AM I GONNA DOOOOOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i have issues.&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD YOSHINOYA!&lt;br /&gt;mmmm whenever it's just the shriekers and I, we always go for YOSHINOYA!&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm good service there man.&lt;br /&gt;and their teryaki sacue is just so GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;and their salmon with mayo.&lt;br /&gt;and their beef.&lt;br /&gt;and their waffle fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehmmm...&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT FOR FRO-YO!&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT THE HUGEST CUP WITH OREOS AND PEBBLES FOR TOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;MAN FRO YO IS SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;[frozen yogurt?]&lt;br /&gt;SO AMAZINGLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we were looking for seats, there were only two free ones at this like, bar top/island kinda table.&lt;br /&gt;so there were these super high chairs and the shriekers took them.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was standing there hopelessly, spooning oreo and fro-yo into my mouth, jolene raised her eyebrows at the sight behind me.&lt;br /&gt;then this guy voice said "Hey."&lt;br /&gt;i swivelled around in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this story is getting really narrative huh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw this guy holding out one of those high chairs.&lt;br /&gt;shocked and blushing, i whipped my head back to look at the shriekers.&lt;br /&gt;they hissed SAY THANK YOU LA!&lt;br /&gt;so i turned back and whispered THANKS in my nicest voice, grabbed the chair and planted myself onto it.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dare move cause the guy was like behind me so i was in a reeeeal uncomfortable position, far away from the shriekers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just may have had a wedgie.&lt;br /&gt;bad, BAAAAAAAAAAD things happen when i blush.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know la, seems like just a really nice guy giving me his chair right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M A FREAK WITH ISSUES SO I WAS SUPER EMBARRASSED!&lt;br /&gt;then jolene told me the dude was sharing a seat when his friend.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so BAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the awesome yogurt and oreos we headed to watsons.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked them.&lt;br /&gt;WAS THE GUY HOT?&lt;br /&gt;yes. yes, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a freak with issues and a slight obsession with guys.&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING LA.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED TO KNOW RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT A CRIME?&lt;br /&gt;HUH, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so it might be in pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;but this is singapore and i'm ashley so...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay so jolene said he was 'FUGLY.'&lt;br /&gt;that girl has got to watch her language around me HAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;the other shrieker which cause us much embarrassment squealing and screaming and catfighting everywhere said he was 'OK.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say how incredibly descriptive they are?&lt;br /&gt;this proves it, right?&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm feeling extreeeeemely guilty for not bringing my assignmeent back.&lt;br /&gt;peer pressure, BAH!&lt;br /&gt;adelynn you. are. going. to. pay. for. this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;you know i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i know you know i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;so watch your back girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST WAS SO GAY!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5308466080259207720?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5308466080259207720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5308466080259207720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5308466080259207720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5308466080259207720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-lookie-here.html' title='WELL LOOKIE HERE!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6534906057848588581</id><published>2009-08-20T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:38:06.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYHEYHEY!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday and there ain't no more common tests!&lt;br /&gt;everyone rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;for the Lord is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm sorry, currently rushing through my summary so you know,&lt;br /&gt;a bit disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;reading about...great white shark attacks.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i've wanted to post since saturday but i kept falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;it's something i tend to do at night.&lt;br /&gt;weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. SO...&lt;br /&gt;ahhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much of what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the crazy amount of useless CRAP i had to memorise for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES ABOUT ANGLES, I ASK?&lt;br /&gt;is it honestly gonna help me when i'm rocking up the stage with my guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man that was umm, awkward.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAA i remember when i was asking my father just yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey pops ah, I wanna go to the ACADEMY of ROCK!"&lt;br /&gt;"Please la, waste time and money only."&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOO, it's a skill what!"&lt;br /&gt;"A skill you don't need!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then why you want me to learn piano? Huh? Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a useful skill."&lt;br /&gt;"BUT CAN EARN MORE MONEY FROM ELECTRIC GUITAR THEN PIANO WHAAAAT! LOOK AT STING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i dunno why i said sting when i could've said like...errmm...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPS: "AND HOW MANY STINGS DO YOU KNOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....A LOT."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredibly gay argument on my side, i know.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I REALLY WANNA GO TO THE AOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaaa i wanna be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;then i can say with pride,&lt;br /&gt;I'M WITH THE BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaha this is so incredibly random.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO TODAY WAS MAAAAATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied for it, i really did!&lt;br /&gt;but apparently it doesn't help...much.&lt;br /&gt;grrr what's wrong with me and math?!&lt;br /&gt;everytime i sit for a math paper, i feel like the walls are closing in on me.&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'd be like...&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH OH GOSH OHGOSHOHGOSH! &lt;br /&gt;in my head la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always feel like i have to check my answers more than...5 times.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i get all insecure.&lt;br /&gt;do NOT talk to me during a maths test.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just bite your head off.&lt;br /&gt;or something,&lt;br /&gt;worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my compass was all loose!&lt;br /&gt;it kept widening and spreading itself all over the paper like my legs do when i'm on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it okay, it's a disorder. LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting so incredibly pissed, you don't even KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to throw the thing on the floor and break it in half.&lt;br /&gt;but that wouldn't have helped.&lt;br /&gt;...so i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i woould have!&lt;br /&gt;after all the drama we went to get some LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;did i ever say how much i love food?&lt;br /&gt;FOOD, I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH. MMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and of course i had a coke.&lt;br /&gt;denise ate a truckload of sushi.&lt;br /&gt;i am not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;she took up one whole tray, stacked somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during recess all she has is a ICED TEA.&lt;br /&gt;i just eat and eat and eat whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lah, we're gonna die anyways.&lt;br /&gt;might as well eat to our tummy's content.&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY FOR FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so we went on to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;and jo got so angry cause she couldn't play on the swings.&lt;br /&gt;so she stalked off,&lt;br /&gt;never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that's right!&lt;br /&gt;she WENT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;walau.&lt;br /&gt;that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO TAMPINES ONE AFTER THAT,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm aware this post is getting kinda...hmm....what's that word....&lt;br /&gt;LONG?&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there.&lt;br /&gt;met my brother.&lt;br /&gt;tried not to walk to close cause he STANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh topshop has amazing shoes man!&lt;br /&gt;pink platforms!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know this may sound extremely vain.&lt;br /&gt;but after seeing the many results of people [not guys though] and eyeliner...&lt;br /&gt;i realised it's a PREEETY GOOOD INVESTMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;wanna get one of those...&lt;br /&gt;"CREAMY PENCIL EYELINERS" from BOBBI BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;YUM YUMMM!&lt;br /&gt;it costs.....enough.&lt;br /&gt;you know...enough.&lt;br /&gt;31 BUCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;FOR A PENCIL!&lt;br /&gt;A PENCIL!&lt;br /&gt;okay and yeah, it has a ....smooth tip to smudge out the...cream?...but i mean, 31 BUCKS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could buy like...&lt;br /&gt;well, a lotta food with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm foood.&lt;br /&gt;i want a cinnamon roll!&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well hello there chocolate chip cookie! would you like to see the inside of my intestines?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT WAS WROOOOOOONG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6534906057848588581?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6534906057848588581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6534906057848588581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6534906057848588581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6534906057848588581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyheyhey.html' title='HEYHEYHEY!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1700223961034982050</id><published>2009-08-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:54:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT...</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! last commong test is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;math.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that my common tests ending affects anything.&lt;br /&gt;still gotta have multiple tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;i was.&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CANNOT NOT USE THE COM WHEN IT'S RIGHT I FRONT OF ME, BUZZING AND HUMMING AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;...right?&lt;br /&gt;exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i wasted about two hours just taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;taking pics of myself studying, la.&lt;br /&gt;not zi lian ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CAMWHORE? ME?! BAH!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i've been wanting to post since sunday.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to post this hugely LONG post about everything.&lt;br /&gt;then i kept falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;to...wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS.&lt;br /&gt;so leeyann is down with the fever.&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to retake her common tests. &lt;br /&gt;BAAAAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post was just gay.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO DUCATI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1700223961034982050?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1700223961034982050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=1700223961034982050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1700223961034982050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/1700223961034982050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-that-i-think-about-it.html' title='NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT...'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-2620881432222316039</id><published>2009-08-16T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:31:56.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GIMME A BREAK.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why is blogger all messed up again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so it's sunday!&lt;br /&gt;sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;monday's in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;common tests are in a few hours!&lt;br /&gt;just finished revising some history and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i knew so many chinese idioms!&lt;br /&gt;but i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;homework's hardly touched.&lt;br /&gt;just did a bit of my geography and english but i'm tired now!&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT SO HARD TO MAKE THIS POST &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FLOOOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saturday was ehmm.&lt;br /&gt;retarded but surprisingly nice afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early, thanks to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;got up, ate some toast, lay around and suddenly felt horribly guilty.&lt;br /&gt;so i went and did a few geog multiple choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt much better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the freeshow and i headed to YF.&lt;br /&gt;we played SABOTEURS!&lt;br /&gt;haha it was so gay!&lt;br /&gt;...in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paired up with kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;so we kept getting these revelation cards and so we kept throwing it to reveal the cards right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cards are only for our eyes and our eyes only.&lt;br /&gt;but we were so retarded yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slipped the card up a little to see whether the gold was there.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;so the retarded person i am i went:&lt;br /&gt;"SHHHHHHEEEEEE..."&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't say the whole word.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even say it very loudly either!&lt;br /&gt;but everyone could guess.&lt;br /&gt;-.-   man i'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;so we're not very discreet people, to put it simply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after YF, had some awesome cream crackers then went off to dinner with chloe.&lt;br /&gt;we had fish and chips!&lt;br /&gt;four fish and chips and four cokes.&lt;br /&gt;awesome dinner.&lt;br /&gt;COKE IS THIRST BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so came back and watched BOF!&lt;br /&gt;man yesterday's episode showed JI HOO's image change!&lt;br /&gt;chestnut hair and a stud in his ear!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOT you could hear my squeals in china!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-2620881432222316039?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/2620881432222316039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=2620881432222316039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2620881432222316039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/2620881432222316039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-gimme-break.html' title='OH GIMME A BREAK.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5097318333870130707</id><published>2009-08-14T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:03:29.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED IT.</title><content type='html'>GRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;gosh the common tests are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;homework is, once again, up to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. this is becoming a pattern, don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so today was a drag!&lt;br /&gt;PE is a waste of time man.&lt;br /&gt;we should be studying!&lt;br /&gt;not..throwing bright orange balls around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was a bit cranky in school today.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers just kept coming in, lecturing and then throwing homework at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAAATT?!&lt;br /&gt;super hectic, super traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;SARAH WAS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP so we had to do speeches about random things today.&lt;br /&gt;and leeyann, with her stupid, endless amount of notebook paper...&lt;br /&gt;scribbled and COLOURED my name with a big fat arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no no, it wasn't obvious at all.&lt;br /&gt;-.-   i think my chances of getting anxiety disorders have seriously increased since i joined this school.&lt;br /&gt;and i've gotten real violent too.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHA beating people up looks like a lotta fun.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;like, punching them leftrightleftright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on...&lt;br /&gt;ehmmm.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH .&lt;br /&gt;so after a minute of pondering i was like,&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TAKE BOUT LEEYANN!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the gay, hairy one at the back.&lt;br /&gt;saw her? yeap, that's the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. then i went on about the obvious things about her.&lt;br /&gt;the fact she's mad bout the male species and all.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;gosh that girl ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we're supposed to go study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;along with the GIRL-WHO-ALWYAS-HAS-RANDOM-GUYS-ASKING-HER-FOR-HER-NUMBER and her friend....&lt;br /&gt;the girl with the short bangs and feelers.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;jolene and denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was on ly's team.&lt;br /&gt;for captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who else's??&lt;br /&gt;and we just kept going on about how amazingly perfect jolene is.&lt;br /&gt;-perfect hair. thick and...PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;-huge sparkly eyes. the kind that makes everyone go 'AWWWW.'    -.-&lt;br /&gt;-chubby but aids in her chio/cute factor.&lt;br /&gt;-okay there;s a lot more but i think i sound really.....&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what's the word?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it is!&lt;br /&gt;yeap, life is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;homework.&lt;br /&gt;teachers.&lt;br /&gt;the school.&lt;br /&gt;extra classes.&lt;br /&gt;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;public transport.&lt;br /&gt;huge textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, useless subjects.    [angles, drama, dance...SCIENCE!]&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't go to the library tomorrow cause i have to have TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES LIFE GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS?&lt;br /&gt;MAN! I'M LIVING IT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa, ranting.&lt;br /&gt;grr but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is kinda useless.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;and to most people.&lt;br /&gt;do we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously want to know&lt;/span&gt; how to seperate crude oils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alcohol and water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'll take that as a NO.&lt;br /&gt;and also the elements and compounds thing.&lt;br /&gt;yeap it's interesting BUT IT'S STOOPID.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna know about noble gases, okay?&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;dance is definitely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;what with the hotheaded instructors.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that common test are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;close and yet they throw these stupid powerpoint projects at us and blow up when others don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;okay, at least i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wikipedia &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;copy &amp;amp; paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought things would be like this,&lt;br /&gt;but they are.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a mcflurry.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone want a mcflurry?&lt;br /&gt;cause i do.&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT OREOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5097318333870130707?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5097318333870130707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=5097318333870130707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5097318333870130707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/5097318333870130707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-not-how-i-planned-it.html' title='THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED IT.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6539913220971569006</id><published>2009-08-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:11:28.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIC'/><title type='text'>WE ARE SINGAPOREANS BABY!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;AND HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay saturday was just...a drag.&lt;br /&gt;woke up with guilt rising in me cause it was ten and there was that pulau ubin trip we were supposed to meet up for at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised it had been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't go back to sleep because the sun was shining!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've got some serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap so i think...&lt;br /&gt;i lazed around and watched my mom's korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;MAN I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;she's watched three whole series consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if she's gonna start on a new one.&lt;br /&gt;scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AND THAT AUGUST NINTH CAAAAAME.&lt;br /&gt;and went.&lt;br /&gt;church in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;heh wanted to show off my singapore flag i slapped on my ankle but i forgot and wore jeans.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;and during singspiration!&lt;br /&gt;we were singing this song about a old cross.&lt;br /&gt;then my mother leaned in and whispered.&lt;br /&gt;not really whispered la, actually. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS TKGS SONG YA KNOW!"&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;my mom can be so random.&lt;br /&gt;but cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha had a fun time with my mom sitting at the back.&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff happens when she sings.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on from the private jokes....&lt;br /&gt;we met up with the MOOSE at ION.&lt;br /&gt;man, that place ah.&lt;br /&gt;nice nice NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost...TOO nice, you know?&lt;br /&gt;everyone there, excuse the tourists, were all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;like, REALLY dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;wearing all those funky new trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there we were.&lt;br /&gt;i was in my hoodie and skinnies and my trusty red converse.&lt;br /&gt;the noob in his polo he kept tugging and...his cargos and K-SWISS skateboarding shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to die man.&lt;br /&gt;came straight from church.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS IN MY HOODIE!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap so we headed over to waffletown after that!&lt;br /&gt;ION's kinda boring, like Vivocity, [except worse] for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the people who don't buy those HUGE brands.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess...why should i?&lt;br /&gt;i'm thirteen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap it's a bit overwhelming man.&lt;br /&gt;LV, BURBERRY....can't remember ohYES.&lt;br /&gt;MIU MIU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaha the place is waaaaaay glam.&lt;br /&gt;had chicken and waffles at waffletown...&lt;br /&gt;headed over to NEWTON ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the swimming pool is sexy man.&lt;br /&gt;really tempting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;all striking electric blue and luscious.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, duh, i swam.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH IT WAS SO GOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE WATCHED THE NATIONAL DAY PARADE ON TV!&lt;br /&gt;after some chilli/ black pepper crab and steamed man tou!&lt;br /&gt;wooot those things are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gong gong joker man.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i mean my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;he came in during the marching...thing and started saluting and shouting random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so it was a pretty awesome day man.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched RUSH HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;br /&gt;must be my twentieth time man.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH JACKIE CHAN IS THE MAAAAAN, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;and the black guy too.&lt;br /&gt;chris...tucker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol:&lt;br /&gt;"hey wassup, my nigga?"&lt;br /&gt;waliao, jackie chan's character is a little clueless, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;MAJULAH SINGAPURA!&lt;br /&gt;i know the pledge, i know the pledge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test coming up in three days.&lt;br /&gt;then gonna go out to get some prints!&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna watch....&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really out of the looooop!&lt;br /&gt;what's on recently?&lt;br /&gt;WANNA WATCH GI JOE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH CHANNING TATUM HAS THE MOST AMAZING VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WORD, G-MONEY!"\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the man, amanda bynes....&lt;br /&gt;classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6539913220971569006?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-3043846104458109358</id><published>2009-08-08T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:40:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNDABERG! and fires.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha man i can be so gay sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY OPENED MY BOTTLE OF BUNDABERG ROOTBEER!&lt;br /&gt;naturally brewed to be better!&lt;br /&gt;my gosh it's so good.&lt;br /&gt;just breathing in that awesome smell of root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup just keeping this thing aliiivee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in an hour's time i'm gonna go watch BOF!&lt;br /&gt;it's the macau episode.&lt;br /&gt;kinda emotional and everything.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;i cooked my own maggi mee!&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally dared to turn the stove on.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i've been reading too much news.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid the whole stove will suddenly blow up or something.&lt;br /&gt;GAY GAY GAY I'M SO GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap that's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE IS BAAAAAAAAAACK!&lt;br /&gt;;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-3043846104458109358?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/3043846104458109358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5844816506064190716</id><published>2009-08-06T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:50:07.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOT. -.-</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY,&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY POSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;thank god, thank god, thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is starting to become even more hellish.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i could hardly believe it was possible either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests starting in a weeeek!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched my books onceeee!&lt;br /&gt;sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MOVING ON, PAST THIS DREARY-NESS OF SCHOOL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;or you could call it prison life la, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS WEDNESDAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;so we debate!&lt;br /&gt;gay!&lt;br /&gt;but we went to NAN CHIAU HIGH for a friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't seem very friendly to me though!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;[man i am retarded.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP AND IT WAS A MIXED SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't  hyper around cause of my seniors and the fact the only person i could hang with was....rowan.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;cause sooomeone just HAD to forget to sign her consent form...and had to be dismissed from CCA.&lt;br /&gt;whatever THAT means.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder HOW ANY school could be as retarded as...well, the one i go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's one of the many WONDERS OF THE WOOOORRRRLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap!&lt;br /&gt;watched my stupidly stuck-up, prissy senior debate about anorexia and the sale of KIDNEYS???? [!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was about to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;just sitting there and stoning.&lt;br /&gt;i can't sit still la SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;unless i'm feeling super pooped.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS IN  A MIXED SCHOOL MAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY RARE EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD I SIT STILL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i insisted on going to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head wwas swiveling rightleftrightleft just trying to catch some nice SIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I GET ANY GAYEEEEERRR???&lt;br /&gt;i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;man NCHS is a nice school.&lt;br /&gt;makes SA look like dog shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeelll.&lt;br /&gt;SA always looks like dog shit.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SCHOOL WAS JUST THE PRO-EST THING EVEEERR MAN.&lt;br /&gt;i was hyperventilating at its pro-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap so got back on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;and then went for dinner with piggy and ee ee dor for pop's birthdaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ate xiao long bao!&lt;br /&gt;little dragon dumplings are gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;and then we had awesome, yummy choc sundaes at swensons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR THE RETARDED CCA OF 3 HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-5844816506064190716?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/5844816506064190716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-4436800152557839968</id><published>2009-08-01T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:52:42.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVEEEERR!</title><content type='html'>FEVER ALL THROUGH THE NIIIIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that was random.&lt;br /&gt;and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just to keep this thing alive...&lt;br /&gt;i have the fever!&lt;br /&gt;and it's just amazing man.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i got more than 1 day MC.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FIVE DAYS OFF MAAAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;but it's so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;cause it takes up three days of my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor said it might be the swine.&lt;br /&gt;cool or whaaaaat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said if i feel breathless or if i puke, i better go check this thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping last night and woke up cause...&lt;br /&gt;I FELT BREATHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i headed to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;and when i was about to get there,&lt;br /&gt;something warm came up my throat.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I REALISED I'D THROWN UP ON THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;this is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;i found out exams are in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;stupid ms han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been having this temp who brings us to the library and stuff and we all thought ms han was ill or something.&lt;br /&gt;turns out,&lt;br /&gt;she's RESIGNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;man are we that scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i do think we are though.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SO DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe exams are almost here and i haven't studied one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-4436800152557839968?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/4436800152557839968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=4436800152557839968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4436800152557839968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/4436800152557839968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/08/feveeeerr.html' title='FEVEEEERR!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-920681821053081311</id><published>2009-07-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:17:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLONING!</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's finally baaaack!&lt;br /&gt;still kinda retarded, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF today was just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;we were debating whether cloning was right in God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's what the question was.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot it when i was screaming at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha split into boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;4:4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quite obviously, the girls won.&lt;br /&gt;thnks to grace.&lt;br /&gt;LOL SHE CAME UP WITH SO MANY POINTS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just lying around...eating gummy bears and getting seriously high.&lt;br /&gt;you know, just being myself.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat kinda hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;was screaming and clapping like nobody's businesssss!&lt;br /&gt;;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was superrr fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha it was just so hilarious i can't really describe it.&lt;br /&gt;so pops/mum came to pick the me and the freeshow up.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;chicken wings, rice, hotplate tofu, veggies!....and that sausage looking thing.&lt;br /&gt;man life's good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised...&lt;br /&gt;i've got no life no more.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've finished all the series i've been addicted to and...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can rewatch movies more than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, that's what i did when i was incredibly childish, corny....gay...&lt;br /&gt;i watched HSM more than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think if i watch it one more time i'm gonna...&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so now i've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;except homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOPIE!&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR MATH AND GEOGRAPHY!&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i just love ss501.&lt;br /&gt;they might be coming in december!&lt;br /&gt;saving up for...&lt;br /&gt;not front row seats, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;because the nearest spots to the stage are those where you gotta STAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaahhh, not really looking forward to stand throughout their whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;but if i did...&lt;br /&gt;i could touch like their shoes or something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;i think i need someone to throw something at my head or something.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's clogged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-920681821053081311?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/920681821053081311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=920681821053081311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/920681821053081311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;we were browsing through TVs today, and i saw this LG one which was made in korea and i was like,&lt;br /&gt;KOREA KOREA KOREAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes addicted to everything [south] korean now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the title.&lt;br /&gt;the wondergirls are awesoooome!&lt;br /&gt;SO OBSESSED WITH NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i honestly don't know why they were the opening performance for three gay FREAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely, the jonas bros.&lt;br /&gt;man they are hugely GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but their dad IS the wondergirls' manager.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was introducing them and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;'WE FOUND THEM....blahblahh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like killing that freak.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FOUND THE WONDERGIRLS?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think they ARE man?&lt;br /&gt;a new species of insects or something?&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed for a while then i realised i shouldn't really be bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE ISSUES!&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to the english version [and sorta getting goosebumps.] and also gonna watch WGM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're separating soon!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;JOONGBO!&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really start on my homework...right?&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot make myself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE DAYS WHEN WE,&lt;br /&gt;WERE SO YOUNG AND WILD AND FREEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8752465134098163473?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8752465134098163473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-1145005140144708302</id><published>2009-07-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:07:53.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAHH CHAOS.</title><content type='html'>whatthecrap happened to blogger.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NEVER MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wow.&lt;br /&gt;today was...nice.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were doing character analysis.&lt;br /&gt;for lit?&lt;br /&gt;and had to write a little bit about someone in class.&lt;br /&gt;good or bad, your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT DENISE OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;we just HAD to write stuff about someone who has so much influence and connections.&lt;br /&gt;mob connections, HAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disoriented and random cause i'm shocked.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssssss. thank GOD it's friday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD, THANK GOD FOR FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just gotta get away from school man.&lt;br /&gt;it was going greaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;and then literature came and messed up the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;gayness!&lt;br /&gt;and people are all thinking we wrote about them.&lt;br /&gt;and we gotta keep fighting off people.&lt;br /&gt;denying.&lt;br /&gt;lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAHHH WHAT MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know HOW they do it.&lt;br /&gt;is it a secondary school thing?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a girls' school?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just MY school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone seems to LOOOOVE bitching [excuse meee! no other word to describe it.] about other people.&lt;br /&gt;friends, enemies...people they hardly know...&lt;br /&gt;-let's badmouth them.&lt;br /&gt;-OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;they even bitch about people sitting just about 2 metres away from them man.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WOOOOAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;so, so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazed.&lt;br /&gt;no, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-1145005140144708302?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/1145005140144708302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8652126319360523162</id><published>2009-07-22T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:53:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNING INTO...</title><content type='html'>WOW...&lt;br /&gt;I'M TURNING INTO...&lt;br /&gt;a total hothead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i get so pissed, so easily.&lt;br /&gt;what's up with that.&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good at that moment but after i'm all cooled doooown...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL HORMONES!&lt;br /&gt;yeah incredibly random today.&lt;br /&gt;cause life's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAH I HAD SO MUCH TO SAY BUT NOW I CAN'T REMEMBER CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(    losing my temper like freeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAAAAAAAY OH THANK GOD FOR THE WEEKENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YES NOW I REMEMBER A BIT OF WHAT I WANTED TO SAY!&lt;br /&gt;lol it just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARENCE!&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;LOL....&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute man!&lt;br /&gt;and noooooo, he's not another new guy from korea or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SINGAPOREAN.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;me and leeyann were going so hyper after seeing his pic.&lt;br /&gt;but then i checked him out on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETDOOOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has girl's schools done to us??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaap....man this post must be the gayest ever.&lt;br /&gt;anywaaaaay, oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT CONTACTS!&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEAH!&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH!&lt;br /&gt;FOUR EYES NO MOORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hormones.&lt;br /&gt;mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;D:  being 13 isn't going the way i planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA GAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8652126319360523162?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8652126319360523162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8652126319360523162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8652126319360523162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8652126319360523162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/turning-into.html' title='TURNING INTO...'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7602224962736942062</id><published>2009-07-17T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:44:51.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAAAAY.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEYHEEEEEEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaahs.&lt;br /&gt;just had a nice three hours of chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;splendid, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;just...lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I FEEL LIKE SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;MY BACK HURTS FROM SITTING FOR SO LOOOONG.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teachers are officially the coolest people ever.&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL KNOW BOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;cause we were talking, in chinese, about kidnapping.&lt;br /&gt;and then my china...&lt;br /&gt;no seriously she's from china.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese teacher was like,&lt;br /&gt;NI KAN DAO LIU XING HUA YUAN MA?&lt;br /&gt;and i was like...meteor garden?&lt;br /&gt;then i shouted. [eureka! i'm so gay.]&lt;br /&gt;OH, HUA YANG NAN ZI AHH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we got off to a seriously loud and hyped up conversation about BOF.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaahahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;i don't honestly know why i'm so...unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;everyone wears the old PE shirt to school.&lt;br /&gt;and THEY don't get stopped.&lt;br /&gt;but i just HAAAAD to.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so whenever i get slightly snubbed by one of the teachers...&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my day, i get super pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i get SO SOOOO pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even describe it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i wanna stab them and leave them on the roadside to die.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violent man.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and throughout MT i was thinking about all these things to rant on and on about.&lt;br /&gt;but then PE tired me out so much.&lt;br /&gt;i've run outta steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;i did my sit-ups todaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;leeyann helped to crush my feet.&lt;br /&gt;and then sarah and jo and adelynn were all there.&lt;br /&gt;and sarah was like.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON ASHLEY! PRETEND KHJ IS HERE! COME ONNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ly kept making me laugh la SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;she kept going "did you just fart?"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;and sarah suddenly got all serious cause i was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it when people get serious.&lt;br /&gt;so i was cracking up so hard when she yelled&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER, OK ASHLEY?! IT'S NOT A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which made it so much more of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7602224962736942062?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7602224962736942062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7602224962736942062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7602224962736942062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7602224962736942062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/todaaaay.html' title='TODAAAAY.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-5074080954845922883</id><published>2009-07-16T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:50:59.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND IT FEELS LIKE...</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i tried mickey d's cinnamon melts today.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like....&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAAAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was nibbling on denise's one.&lt;br /&gt;and before i could take another bite i looked up.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;met the eyes of...&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;WAS THAT REALLY HIM?&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT MANNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like he hasn't cut his hair in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait the doorbell just rang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MCDELIVERY CAME!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY CINNAMON MELTS!&lt;br /&gt;ALL MINE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay since i got food and all...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go watch my BOF dvd.&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon melts and ji hoo...&lt;br /&gt;what more do i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH WHAT A PERFECT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LIKE...'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-6971623642506605724</id><published>2009-07-14T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:07:54.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIDE AND JOY.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i just read TYT's new post.&lt;br /&gt;all about the bazaar and how AMAZING primary school life was.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, good times...good times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah now i remember.&lt;br /&gt;today i [stupidly] gave in to LY and walked with her all the way to her aunt's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;i was so, so pissed when i got there man.&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;the cast/crew of DRIVING MISS FOODIE was there.&lt;br /&gt;featuring her aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;and i only knew one of the actresses.&lt;br /&gt;errr.....quan yifeng or something.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOORRRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted two whole hours at that place man.&lt;br /&gt;feel like stabbing someone.&lt;br /&gt;YEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BASICALLY.&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;every day i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;go to school.&lt;br /&gt;make SOME effort to pay attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for fridaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-6971623642506605724?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/6971623642506605724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=6971623642506605724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6971623642506605724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/6971623642506605724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/pride-and-joy.html' title='PRIDE AND JOY.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-899104394245359354</id><published>2009-07-12T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:20:35.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aww MAVIS TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday evening and i gotta lotta homewooorrrk!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;my mom wanted me to load her Kdramas on mysoju.&lt;br /&gt;so i took this faaab opp. to post a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY MAVIS!&lt;br /&gt;YOU TAGGED!&lt;br /&gt;WOWWWWWW,&lt;br /&gt;amazingness man.&lt;br /&gt;never thought you knew how to spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you spam, at least spam about something besides bears leh.&lt;br /&gt;BEARS? BEAAARS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so...&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHH I WANTED TO FINISH MY HOMEWORK LAST NIGHT BUT I FELL ASLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a total failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;aiyaaaaah TYT!&lt;br /&gt;our bazaar name you also cannot remember ah?&lt;br /&gt;sigh, super disappointed with you.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;it''s 'ROCKER'  la, not rocking.&lt;br /&gt;where you come up with such things i will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I SHOULD GO..?&lt;br /&gt;but...TYT, if you really wanna know what B****** are,&lt;br /&gt;or what PURE TORTURE ON EARTH really means,&lt;br /&gt;come pay a visit to my school!&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A the hellhole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll gurantee you'll never wanna set foot in that compound again!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO ANYWAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;gotta stop badmouthing my school.&lt;br /&gt;wait people find out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHA I'LL GET DETENTION.&lt;br /&gt;how fuuuunnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWOOOORK!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-899104394245359354?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/899104394245359354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=899104394245359354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/899104394245359354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/899104394245359354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/aww-mavis-tagged.html' title='aww MAVIS TAGGED!'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-7546300225551594323</id><published>2009-07-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:51:04.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEE...</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, all back from youth and rain's pouring down.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got my stack of homework on my table...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kinda staggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading loads of previous archives of random people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised...&lt;br /&gt;quite late...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;that during the bazaar period...&lt;br /&gt;a lotta people said on their blog that my group was super slack and...&lt;br /&gt;how we did nothing but laugh at each other's retarded antics all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL and then a few posts later...&lt;br /&gt;those people said how they couldn't 'underestimate' us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;because our proposal got accepted on our very first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RB&lt;/span&gt; PRO OR IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RB&lt;/span&gt; PRO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RB&lt;/span&gt;'s PRO BABYY!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;me and vanessa can come up with loads of chim words together man...&lt;br /&gt;that's why our proposal got accepted.&lt;br /&gt;haha pictures helped to take up space too.&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap and i realised how freaking depressing it is to be without gongshang and 6.4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAHH I DIDN'T THINK I COULD BECOME ANY CORNIER.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;aww weellll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-7546300225551594323?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/7546300225551594323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=7546300225551594323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7546300225551594323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/7546300225551594323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/geee.html' title='GEEE...'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-572403133947988783</id><published>2009-07-10T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:24:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCS and an angel.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god! it's friday!&lt;br /&gt;gaaahh i've never been so happy in my life to hear the bell ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we had [retarded] english enrichment today.&lt;br /&gt;for one whole, loooooong hour.&lt;br /&gt;and "retribution" just HAD to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i experience pure torture everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;ever since i went to OHYOUKNOW la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our enrichment teacher is british!&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting next to sarah.&lt;br /&gt;and we were joking around trying to say "would you like some bread and butter?" with a brit accent.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, what has that place done to me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm the gayest, most hyper and corniest person around now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we kept going "butt-er!".&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL GAAAAAY,&lt;br /&gt;and we were fighting the whole day of who was KIM HYUN JOONG'S YEOBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is, [DUHHHHHHH! ;D] MEEE.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so cornily speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SlcyBi99tqI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZV_rmOYk2O4/s1600-h/KIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 67px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SlcyBi99tqI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZV_rmOYk2O4/s320/KIM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356805283928454818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what i found!&lt;br /&gt;the face of an angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL GAY GAY GAY.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a grrriipp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i realised what i reaaally want at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm always wanting stuff at moments.&lt;br /&gt;[grr i sound so retarded. but nvm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT APAIR OF WHITE DOC MARTENS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/Slcyk4IWk4I/AAAAAAAAACs/jmU8vCz-5QY/s1600-h/DOCS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/Slcyk4IWk4I/AAAAAAAAACs/jmU8vCz-5QY/s320/DOCS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356805890904593282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHH THEY LOOK SO YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm sounding more retarded in every sentence so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANT THE WEEKENDS TO END.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaahh. i don't wanna return to the hellhole. &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-572403133947988783?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/572403133947988783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=572403133947988783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/572403133947988783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/572403133947988783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/docs-and-angel.html' title='DOCS and an angel.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXkDuhyvZbs/SlcyBi99tqI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZV_rmOYk2O4/s72-c/KIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8560411640102115360</id><published>2009-07-09T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:48:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REBELS! and the switch.</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEY ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaahh! we've been made to rearrange the whole class seating...arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;we had to draw LOTS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;how retarded.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, me and ly were super hyper.&lt;br /&gt;so we were like jumping up and down and screaming at each other.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ly now sits three seats away from me.&lt;br /&gt;HA! i'm going to make my partner's life a living hell man!&lt;br /&gt;yesssssiree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO REALLY RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;gah blogging is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;pops' coming back later!&lt;br /&gt;from china!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY RIDE, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;that's really, gay and retarded and random.&lt;br /&gt;and very...&lt;br /&gt;insig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know jandi?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she's supposed to be the poor girl?&lt;br /&gt;THEN HOW COME SHE'S GOT SO MUCH DOUGH TO BUY THE MANY PAIRS OF DOC MARTENS SHE ALWAYS WEARS?&lt;br /&gt;HUH? HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;WALIAO, MULTIPLE COLOURS SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought doc martens were a bit...&lt;br /&gt;ee-yer!&lt;br /&gt;because adam lambert wore boots that look a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tad bit&lt;/span&gt; like the docs.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN I SAW JANDI WEAR IT AND I WAS LIKE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH I WANT DOC MARTENS!&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;man she's just so...&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;currently obsessed with:&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically everything that's korean, has KHJ...&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;what more do i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH SO MUCH HOMEWORK PILING UP EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO PADLOCK THE COM, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! sleeeeeeeeeping now.&lt;br /&gt;realised i hardly get even 7 hours of sleep per day la.&lt;br /&gt;...or...per night?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i try to hit the sack super early...&lt;br /&gt;i toss and turn till 12.&lt;br /&gt;because the air-con's like.&lt;br /&gt;blowing on my face...&lt;br /&gt;and it feels so NICE.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like....&lt;br /&gt;kim hyun joong is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL THAT'S ALL I THINK ABOUT WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;so that, hopefully, my dreams have him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really work thought. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;where was i?&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIIIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergay.&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8560411640102115360?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8560411640102115360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8560411640102115360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8560411640102115360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6416796719232003459/posts/default/8560411640102115360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/2009/07/rebels-and-switch.html' title='REBELS! and the switch.'/><author><name>ASHLEY!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09773252591676455158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416796719232003459.post-8665487788230893457</id><published>2009-07-08T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:31:28.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the KDRAMA FAM!</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEEEEEEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we're officially the Kdrama family.&lt;br /&gt;except for the FREESHOW because he thinks koreans are gay.&lt;br /&gt;corny.&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's because he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't &lt;/span&gt;gay and doesn't see how INCREDIBLY CUTE/AMAZING/INCREDIBLE/CUTE/FUNNY/CUTE! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM HYUN JOONG&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad for HIM!&lt;br /&gt;yeah so...&lt;br /&gt;my mom's kind of...&lt;br /&gt;attracted to MY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;THE KDRAMA la, my gosh, sounded so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap so i have to let the vids buffer on mysoju now...&lt;br /&gt;cause she wants to watch them,&lt;br /&gt;really REALLY wants to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH HUH!&lt;br /&gt;super addicted to WE GOT MARRIED now.&lt;br /&gt;man couldn't be any funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya anyways, this was a random post.&lt;br /&gt;GAH we had DESIGN AND TECH todaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;made an elephant and a heart.&lt;br /&gt;out of wood.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AND THEN!&lt;br /&gt;haha i was feeling really gay/high today so i took those two pieces of trees and went to my mom&amp;amp;the freeshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like,&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! I BOUGHT THIS FOR $10 TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;SUPER COOL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha tried it out on my bro during lunch and he was like.&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHE! ARE YOU SERIOUS? WALIAO YOU WASTE MONEY LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i tried it out on mums after pizza [so, SO DIVINE!]&lt;br /&gt;and she ALMOST GOT ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly went...NO LA, JOSHING! I MADE IT.&lt;br /&gt;;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andreas was so super disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to fake mums all the way.&lt;br /&gt;but i got scared man!&lt;br /&gt;cause could see the shocked expression coming so i rushed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA RANDDDOOOMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jooongbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-A!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6416796719232003459-8665487788230893457?l=crushblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushblush.blogspot.com/feeds/8665487788230893457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6416796719232003459&amp;postID=8665487788230893457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641679671923
