<?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-20161806</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:49:20.331-08:00</updated><category term='weird people'/><category term='wasting your life away by watching youtube'/><category term='fat day'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='mj uniform'/><category term='zzzzzz'/><category term='crashing'/><category term='mat rempits stabbing me'/><title type='text'>luceat lux vestra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>932</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3458893879558394940</id><published>2009-12-04T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:30:16.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku0mszB4bk1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear floppyass.blogspot.com, you have served me well! 5 years, 928 posts. but it's time for a new space. see you on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3458893879558394940?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3458893879558394940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-floppyass.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3458893879558394940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3458893879558394940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-floppyass.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3289176412151536986</id><published>2009-12-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:18:02.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030974.jpg?t=1259917471"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030977.jpg?t=1259917508"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030979.jpg?t=1259917550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030985.jpg?t=1259917651"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030990.jpg?t=1259917681"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030992.jpg?t=1259917913"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030993.jpg?t=1259917810"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030994.jpg?t=1259917828"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1040001.jpg?t=1259918134"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030995.jpg?t=1259918127"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030997.jpg?t=1259918201"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030998.jpg?t=1259918207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/DAY%20OWT/P1030996.jpg?t=1259918248"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3289176412151536986?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3289176412151536986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3289176412151536986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3289176412151536986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4420637797217496580</id><published>2009-11-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:35:50.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Strawberry Girl &amp; Farmer-Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img6.yfrog.com/img6/7591/noschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan : Quit school, set up strawberry and diamond farm (maybe in the forest behind NTU, illegal with no start-up costs), get rich. Happy simple life on farm. Foolproof I say, foolproof! Let's go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*POP*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4420637797217496580?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4420637797217496580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-strawberry-girl-farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4420637797217496580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4420637797217496580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-of-strawberry-girl-farmer.html' title='Adventures of Strawberry Girl &amp; Farmer-Girl'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-364768506194952685</id><published>2009-11-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:45:46.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sky &amp; sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktgg5tozfK1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need lessons on "How to Take your own Advice". You know sometimes you mean it when you say it to other people, it makes sense and seems so natural but when it comes to you it's just like drawing a huge blank and a full stop. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-364768506194952685?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/364768506194952685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/sky-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/364768506194952685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/364768506194952685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/sky-sea.html' title='sky &amp; sea'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4410000898049240663</id><published>2009-11-24T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:42:04.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photo.net/general-comments/attachment/14799421/307-congratulations_balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on finishing your A levels, friends!!!!!!! (haha yknow who are you, okay) (: Proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4410000898049240663?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4410000898049240663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-finishing-your-levels-friends-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4410000898049240663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4410000898049240663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-finishing-your-levels-friends-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3006387814782218995</id><published>2009-11-24T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:40:15.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the sleepy wombats</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktgg2pFcjW1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktgg2gbGn51qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing, reading (like, really sitting down at Starbucks sipping coffee by myself, watching people go by kind of writing/reading), trooping around to take pictures, sitting down with friends and hanging out for no particular reason. Can't wait for the exams to end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear self, this is a commandment of things you have to achieve/complete after the exams &lt;br /&gt;end even though half of it will probably not materialise anyway, but screw that for now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shalt get fit and toned by doing exercise religiously and faithfully and love it. GOODBYE OH FLABBY THIGHS AND TUMMY AND ARMS AND OTHER UBIQUITOUS PARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shalt increase your knowledge and microscopic point of view by reading and writing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shalt engage on a picture-snapping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. OKAY BREAKING OFF THE THOU SHIT, Hang out with friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROXXXXXX SARYYYYYYYYY CHUNNNNNNNNN ARE GOING TO BE BACK. YAY YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping. HEH HEH. I've only bought like, 1 shirt and a bag since I went into Uni how pathetic is that like srzly. Ew much?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm at it, I'll list down what I'm going to buy (wtf, list-o-maniac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One Satchel Bag (FOR SCHOOL LAH)&lt;br /&gt;- One pair of nice heeeeeeeels (For idk what reason since I hardly wear them anyway)&lt;br /&gt;- A patterned hoodie and sweater (FOR SCHOOL OKAY.)&lt;br /&gt;- Lazy dresses (FOR SCHOOL OKAY WHEN I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WEAR JUST WEAR WITH SLIPPERS)&lt;br /&gt;- More hairbands (TO KEEP MY HAIR OUT OF THE WAY FOR SCHOOL)&lt;br /&gt;- More shorts (I only have a few I NEED THEM FOR SCHOOL)&lt;br /&gt;- Basic skirts (WHEN I GET BORED OF WEARING SHORTS TO SCHOOL)&lt;br /&gt;- More blouses/ tees (I NEED THEM TO MATCH MY SHORTS AND SKIRTS FOR SCHOOL LAH HAIYO)&lt;br /&gt;- ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT OF CLOTHESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS &lt;br /&gt;- A nice file&lt;br /&gt;- A nice laptop bag.&lt;br /&gt;- A nice notebook. &lt;br /&gt;- New set of pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically for my own academic success I need everything in the abovementioned list kthx my honours, degree and career is dependent on whether I buy these things. True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3006387814782218995?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3006387814782218995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-sleepy-wombats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3006387814782218995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3006387814782218995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-sleepy-wombats.html' title='we are the sleepy wombats'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7062692348709878696</id><published>2009-11-24T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:25:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/44707243.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1259065766&amp;Signature=u57QlY8qxqLvw%2FamP8pA4sUMqCc%3D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi and jiayi -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how we'd whine about how much we'd miss each other in JC because we were so far apart and stuff? And how we made a pact to be in the same school again in Uni? I'm glad we're in the same school (once again) and that we have random lunches/room-crashing once in a while. Haha. MC this doesn't mean that I'm leaving you out, okay!!!!!! You're still nearby in the West, albeit a few stops away. I MISS YOU, AND HAVING AIRPORT DAYS WITH YOU..(Nic and Lois, we also need to meet up with you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the whole point of this post is to say how glad I am to have like (old) good friends around because it makes you feel safe and familiar in a foreign (and impersonal) school environment, knowing that there are people you can trust and care about and vice versa.  (Like Gwen who never fails to put me back on the right track when I drift too far away...) Love you all thank you for being here, I couldn't ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S this week is a good week (ignoring the fact that I didn't have such a good paper today, but who cares its over) because roomieeeeee is back haha yay :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7062692348709878696?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7062692348709878696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/fi-and-jiayi-do-you-remember-how-wed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7062692348709878696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7062692348709878696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/fi-and-jiayi-do-you-remember-how-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-678404956959723492</id><published>2009-11-22T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:14:08.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning world, it's 5.53 am. What am I doing here? I don't really know either. But then this is a blog. Blogs are for whiling time away, unpurposeful little spaces on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could somebody just tell me why we're so bothered by this whole idea of the rat race? Oh my god. The person who told me Uni life was going to be easy is a joke!!!!!!!! WHY PURSUE THIS PIECE OF PAPER THAT WILL BURNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AWAY WITH THE DESTRUCTION OF EARTH SOMEDAY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!When I die nobody's going to care about my education. FTW taking Uni exams is like taking A levels 8 times over. No joke kids, no joke. And GPA's (Grade Point Assholes) like a bitch I realised for slackers like who love to do the awesome LAST MINUTE TURNAROUND!!!  Wah I'm quite a whiny bitch wtf lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's so easy to say, HEY LETS NOT CONFORM SHALL WE BREAK OUT OF THIS WHOLE RACE THEN. SCREW IT SCREW THIS SCREW EVERYTHING. GOODBYE CAPITALISM. YOU CAN KISS MY ASSSSS. I AM GOING BACK. BACK INTO THE TIMES BEFORE IDEOLOGY EXISTED. I AM GOING PRIMITIVE. I WILL BE A NEANDERTHAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to google images for cave woman and all their boobs are so big and perky wtf hahaha lame halloween attempts! this is not a real representation. why? no bras during prehistoric era = saggy right how to be perky FAIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.phillyburbs.com/ladiescostumes/images/cavewoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse me you have to pardon my lucid thoughts I am quite incoherent right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're actually all quite aware that it is quite impossible unless you want to live in the basic human condition which really wouldn't be that bad running around in loincloths and eating raw zebra meat but I have been living in an environment of air-con, institutional life (NOT IMH THANKS) (not really nice) clothes and sanitation what can I do but whine about this condition and continue studying anyway. In the pursuit of more material comfort. Materialism at its best ftw. I am such a cow. IRONY. Zebra sashimi might not taste very good, pray tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say "TIME OUT GOODBYE" someday though.....wait for it, wait for it...WHEN I EARN ENOUGH MONEY. IRONY STRIKES AGAIN. WOOHOOOOOOOOO. IRONY FTW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/U can suck my udder HAHAHAHAHAHA wtf k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-678404956959723492?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/678404956959723492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-world-its-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/678404956959723492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/678404956959723492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-world-its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3397054608746888019</id><published>2009-11-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:07:18.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Kumar says when Chinese people do this it makes our eyes look bigger,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.gickr.com/results2/anim_f396d6d9-c961-8514-ad7f-255c95d67da4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeep is gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3397054608746888019?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3397054608746888019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-kumar-says-when-chinese-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3397054608746888019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3397054608746888019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-kumar-says-when-chinese-people.html' title='Because Kumar says when Chinese people do this it makes our eyes look bigger,'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3282980607129598491</id><published>2009-11-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:21:14.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent 4am honesty :</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt8sffTs9L1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the key to knowing what people mean doesn't lie in listening to what they say, it's in picking up the bits that they don't talk about because talking about these things hit too close to home which equals to a convenient aversion. (which is the difficult part because it's like figuring the dotted lines on a cut me paper, just that you don't know where the boundaries end) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to raise the stakes of purgatory catharsis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For about a month I forgot that you existed until today when I received your message. I wonder what that means. Oh right it spells 'you don't matter' hahaha&lt;br /&gt;2. I really, really love mom. x 100 times over.&lt;br /&gt;3. Big ball of "I don't knows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for unicorn dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3282980607129598491?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3282980607129598491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/incoherent-4am-honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3282980607129598491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3282980607129598491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/incoherent-4am-honesty.html' title='Incoherent 4am honesty :'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4644941657509852794</id><published>2009-11-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:11:57.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPHETIC VISIONS FOR THE WEEK</title><content type='html'>This week's been a haphazard mixture of(failed/successful) breakfast attempts, random lunches in random places, studying in assorted places with different people and the usual routine 'family' dinners without any classes - against the looming backdrop of the exams and dissonant timelines, the whole world's in a tizzy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how its unanimously agreed upon/ unspoken that we all have dinner together even though it's been going on since forever just that I haven't mentioned it, so much so that it has become a routine. After a shitty day at school or tiring day of mugging seeing everybody's faces and just talking over dinner makes up for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, well. My (not so ambitious) aim for the semester's to get at least an average of 4.0....I hope it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls so much. ):&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. I hope you're studying hard for your exams/ coping well with life / please give me updates when you can / we will meet up very soon / I am very bad at maintaining friendships online and via sms I think I can only do it face to face / but you know I still love you, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4644941657509852794?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4644941657509852794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/prophetic-visions-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4644941657509852794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4644941657509852794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/prophetic-visions-for-week.html' title='PROPHETIC VISIONS FOR THE WEEK'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5798827603574750735</id><published>2009-11-15T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:00:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksxnsmUN6j1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines given in advance don't really work for me, unless I'm supposed to submit a paper the next day - it'd be 30 days procrastination and 1 day of psychotic chugging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's kind of the same thing now when we're studying for exams (perfectly summed up in the picture above? mugging oil DOES run out you know, consolation consolation??! DO NOT START SO EARLY KIDS, I SAY.) I secretly like the feeling of cramming my brain and overloading it with information until it goes SHINGZZZZZZZZSTOPITRIGHTNOW. But not too often, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan to be a disciplined child has obviously failed for the past two days, seeing how our late night hang outs in each other's rooms has resulted in me waking up at 5pm on saturday and 4pm on sunday. My inner truthful bitch is screaming YOU ARE SO FUCKED HA HA HA HA, but on the bright side I improved and woke up an hour earlier, no? Well at least it's something. Don't roll your eyes at me! BIG THINGS START SMALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea what I'm rambling on about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's 4.54 am, I feel obliged to write an inspiring post about my life. Sob sob oscar winning sob story NOT. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So this is what University Life has taught me thus far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;s&gt; Converted me into a delinquent, with all the late night LAN gaming cum supper and exploration outings to dubious, skanky and creepy places. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes to new perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt; Cooking cheap food coupled with margarine makes you fat. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cost saving methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt; Even if you stay in hall sometimes you don't feel half-assed to go for class. Sleep is King. &lt;/s&gt; Sometimes, academics aren't everything. Life is wholesome. (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next nice number after 3 is 5 but you know what, sleep beckons. Goodnighttttttt bitchez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5798827603574750735?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5798827603574750735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/deadlines-given-in-advance-dont-really.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5798827603574750735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5798827603574750735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/deadlines-given-in-advance-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5051702471338175562</id><published>2009-11-11T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:32:27.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksqmifF5sa1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entangled in our microscopic little lives, we lose sight and forget about the bigger picture - stumbling off the little imaginary railways that we trounce so delicately upon. Potential road(of-life)kill. But you know, things always fall apart so they can piece back (better) together. (I kind of got this off a quote but it applies here.) So take heart, and time will make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ A, you know I'll always be here, right? Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5051702471338175562?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5051702471338175562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5051702471338175562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5051702471338175562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-558245370386567492</id><published>2009-11-09T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:18:37.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocaparalysis</title><content type='html'>(Insert huge mound of incomprehensible words here to express unparalleled magnitude of frustration at banal trivialities, fluff and whatnot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, of course. It makes so much sense. Now all I need to do is to roll my eyes at myself! Haha. Charlotte charlotte charlotte, you suck and you are incredibly retarded! So here's laughing at you. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Okay I should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with my apparent lack of mental ability aside and in my defense, today's anecdotes on FML are 10x funnier for some incredible reason!!!! FML FTW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-558245370386567492?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/558245370386567492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/aoifsyauofisafoisaf-jsadbjsadbajdbaskjd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/558245370386567492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/558245370386567492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/aoifsyauofisafoisaf-jsadbjsadbajdbaskjd.html' title='Vocaparalysis'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2700095223873203578</id><published>2009-11-06T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:17:18.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooooooooood days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030668.jpg?t=1257498857"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030672.jpg?t=1257498884"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030670.jpg?t=1257498882"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030677.jpg?t=1257498931"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030681.jpg?t=1257498961"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PICNIC%20WITH%20CHAN/P1030676.jpg?t=1257498929"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends + good picnic = good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2700095223873203578?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2700095223873203578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/gooooooooood-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2700095223873203578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2700095223873203578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/gooooooooood-days.html' title='Gooooooooood days'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1592557478519304464</id><published>2009-11-06T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:12:07.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshc38KkP31qzyrwvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the word conform is a very ugly word. Everytime I hear it I think of a person trying to (uncomfortably) fit himself into a box with much difficulty. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1592557478519304464?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1592557478519304464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/vague-reference-to-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1592557478519304464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1592557478519304464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/vague-reference-to-c.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5048597434447395149</id><published>2009-11-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:53:43.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksbt35peC61qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we tried to make ice cream crepes using toasted popiah skins. So here's how we did it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test #1 : Popiah Skin like biscuit. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Test #2 : Raw Popiah Skin. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Test #3 : Toast Popiah Skin for 2 minutes, hurriedly dump ice cream and peanuts in, fold it quickly before the skin turns hard, turns into biscuit dumpling. Pass.&lt;br /&gt;Test #4 : Toast for too long. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Test #5 : Fail again.&lt;br /&gt;Test #6 : Subpass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admist very unproductive screaming we made 10. And out of which we gave 4 away to other people in the name of goodwillcoughfailedonesbuttheystilltastedgoodokay. Well we told them they were guinea pigs anyway......doubt they'd die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, debate with a friend over how guys should totally give birth to babies? Like lay eggs or something. And incubate the eggs in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what if the baby comes out and drinks all your milk and green tea???"&lt;br /&gt;"What if they baby can't poke out of the shell because the baby has no beak?!?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question that won the weird question of the day award? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY MUST FLAT GIRLS WEAR BRAS?!?!!??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay as stupid as that question is I DONT REALLY KNOW EITHER, it makes quite a lot of sense though. Because the sagging issue = zilch. Maybe it's the. obscene. innuendos that come with liberation. Or something along those lines. HAHA WEIRD FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet popiah ice cream dreamzzzzzz goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5048597434447395149?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5048597434447395149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5048597434447395149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5048597434447395149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-stupid.html' title='So stupid?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5698463925357552504</id><published>2009-11-02T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:29:44.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walao eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KNNBCCB!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, Kryptonite's naggy naughty babies came close by. What were you thinking? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5698463925357552504?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5698463925357552504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/knnbccb-uh-kryptonites-naggy-naughty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5698463925357552504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5698463925357552504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/knnbccb-uh-kryptonites-naggy-naughty.html' title='walao eh'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8851680723692647926</id><published>2009-11-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:38:58.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the HSS library that has a really stupid looking toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks9rs0uQaF1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the library makes me feel like a child all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how my mom got me my first library card. I was so excited, so ready to run to the shelves to devour as many books as I could (in the library) and then borrow those that I couldn't finish to bring home and read. And then I got so caught up in reading, I used up the whole family's quota on library books and started reading about  16 books a week. What the hell what a nerdy child. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mom messaged me some good news. Hope everything went well, haven't gotten a reply yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8851680723692647926?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8851680723692647926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-library-makes-me-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8851680723692647926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8851680723692647926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-library-makes-me-feel-like.html' title='Sitting in the HSS library that has a really stupid looking toilet'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5678121805543888263</id><published>2009-11-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:32:20.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks9jpdzw6d1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Never take life seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading something that triggered off this train of thought. And felt a need to pen this down. As a reminder to myself should I get infuriated for some reason in the future. To future self : Do not give a shit, chill, life is too short for you to be sad or angry. Live happy and die happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you try to run away from the fact that we're all probably judging each other or other situations per se every other second, you can't. Because it's inconceivable that we all do. It's ingrained in the way we are. We form stereotypes or opinions so we know how to behave appropriately based on previous memories (Ah, using coursework again! Ding! When I'm supposed to be doing my essay here I am writing irrelevant gunk. Hahaha.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that having too many opinions was a bad thing but no, better to have opinions than to have none. So the point of this is - so what, if other people have opinions? As long as you keep them to yourself and it doesn't really kill anyone, what gives? And even if those opinions are shared (hrmmmm), the problem with a shared opinion lies not with the perpetrators of the opinion but rather the person judged in question. If it doesn't bother you, then it doesn't become a problem. Food for thought, much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's easy for me to say because at the end of the day we do bother but we could try to bother &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;less.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.......all's gold and dandy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5678121805543888263?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5678121805543888263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/opinions-are-assholes-everybody-has-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5678121805543888263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5678121805543888263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/11/opinions-are-assholes-everybody-has-one.html' title='Just watch.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6961884838402029375</id><published>2009-10-29T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:17:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit, everytime I read through my archives I get so embarrassed by my (lack of an) ability to write and immaturity. Maybe I should remove the "Older posts" button!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6961884838402029375?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6961884838402029375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/shit-everytime-i-read-through-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6961884838402029375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6961884838402029375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/shit-everytime-i-read-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7246302807134221982</id><published>2009-10-28T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:05:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what gives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7246302807134221982?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7246302807134221982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-gives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7246302807134221982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7246302807134221982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4948379705768444446</id><published>2009-10-27T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:42:37.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This close, to giving up on...</title><content type='html'>Looks like this blog isn't going anywhere. I guess I'll update it someday when the template looks less ugly/have more interesting things to write. I don't know where to start, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye blog for now, school is so hectic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4948379705768444446?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4948379705768444446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-close-to-giving-up-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4948379705768444446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4948379705768444446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-close-to-giving-up-on.html' title='This close, to giving up on...'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8939567298135423098</id><published>2009-10-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:20:53.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs of.......?</title><content type='html'>to ebb and flow like a seismic rhythm - the intangible flow that's there, if you're lucky enough to catch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8939567298135423098?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8939567298135423098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8939567298135423098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8939567298135423098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs-of.html' title='songs of.......?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-598230228266243720</id><published>2009-10-10T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:12:27.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's where the Quantum is</title><content type='html'>I swear that I'm a mother-fath-ing cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this tendency to overload on dairy stuff, and get the omgsick feeling, only to gorge on the same category of food an hour later. Like today. Beat my record of creme pasta, tiramisu, a glass of milk and a slice of cheesecake. Sick or what! I had half a mind to put 'damn full of milk' on my facebook status and was all ready to type it out but no! With a sudden realisation of how some minds function, it might be interpreted as bad innuendo. Ha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here typing random nonsense at 2am when there is work to be done oh my god! STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlotte's Dumbed Down Sociological Theory of Delphi's Eastside Supper club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We all NEED to see each other at least once every 48 hours. Severe effects from not doing so? Block Sickness Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;2. We need good food after a week of shitty canteen food man.&lt;br /&gt;3. We get to leave Pulau  NTU and come back to civilisation so we should enjoy it together!&lt;br /&gt;4.We like being delinquents after being chained up all week. (sorta)&lt;br /&gt;5. Our block love so deeeeep. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian time now Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-598230228266243720?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/598230228266243720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-where-quantum-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/598230228266243720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/598230228266243720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-where-quantum-is.html' title='That&apos;s where the Quantum is'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2170990749126413827</id><published>2009-10-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:46:43.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/user/23022-Marie-C :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files2.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/339442_IMG_2147.jpg?1255029285"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files0.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/274926__1.jpg?1248978848"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/210423_IMG_1115-Edit-Edit.jpg?1242752348"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is freaaaaaaaaaaking perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and cool fashion blog! http://theoliviaalo.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2170990749126413827?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2170990749126413827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2170990749126413827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2170990749126413827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html' title='!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3696346744161115408</id><published>2009-10-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:45:46.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/Sq5yaxvO15I/AAAAAAAABHE/kcG6cyxBiy8/s1600/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3696346744161115408?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3696346744161115408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3696346744161115408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3696346744161115408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/Sq5yaxvO15I/AAAAAAAABHE/kcG6cyxBiy8/s72-c/110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4570245753721148839</id><published>2009-10-08T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:52:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icebergs &amp; Intangible Infinites</title><content type='html'>Well, okay. It's Week 8 already?!?!?!?! SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4570245753721148839?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4570245753721148839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/icebergs-intangible-infinites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4570245753721148839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4570245753721148839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/icebergs-intangible-infinites.html' title='Icebergs &amp; Intangible Infinites'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-348631748677053315</id><published>2009-10-03T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:32:25.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition</title><content type='html'>The third decisive factor after mind and heart. and somehow it always proves to be the most accurate of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was quite a nice week. Going back to hall, eating Bakerzin, eating Fish &amp; Co, eating a lot in general including random discoveries like chee cheong fun and assorted kuehs(!!!), chill out till wednesday (inability to study)!, more Bakerzin, JCRC retreat till today, recuperate from retreat, giving tuition tomorrow, back to studying again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that I didn't get to accomplish a lot of things which was quite a waste. But to make up for it I am going to start studying my ass off when I get back to hall by camping in the study room. Just watch! Who's up for it? (Well like anyone in hall knows about blog HAHAHAAH WHATEVERRRRRZ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intuition tells me that I'm not going to do well this semester hahaha. But I will try to salvage what's (left) of my 5.0 GPA hopes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-348631748677053315?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/348631748677053315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/intuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/348631748677053315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/348631748677053315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/10/intuition.html' title='Intuition'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1416649614418308320</id><published>2009-09-27T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:31:55.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little mystery never hurt anyone</title><content type='html'>I always have the funniest/most sensible conversations with my Buddha friend. No, FYI my friend isn't really a Buddha just so you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to live by the Number 1s because then it'd be such a waste. You call them time fillers. Number 2s, that's what we're talking about. Life changers. Nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1416649614418308320?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1416649614418308320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-mystery-never-hurt-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1416649614418308320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1416649614418308320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-mystery-never-hurt-anyone.html' title='A little mystery never hurt anyone'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-500306528361905649</id><published>2009-09-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:44:47.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreambird</title><content type='html'>The flight of the mind, in between the time of slumber and sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;Passing by supernovas and other dimensions that we've never explored before. I like that feeling the most of all. And I'd like to think that in my fuzzy state of mind, I am truly free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this somewhere before, something to with words and getting older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when we grow older and increase our vocabularies in some form of academic pursuit, only to limit ourselves and have difficulties in what we really want to say. Silly how only children speak the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was five, I told myself I'd never become "one of those stupid adults", but here I am not knowing how my words should go. In a literal sense, even. I've stopped telling myself not to be a stupid adult. Does that mean I have forgotten what it's like to be a child! Today I was watching two children on the bus playing with each other and wondering what they'd talk about. This is insanely disgusting. Adults are very stupid children who pretend to be old. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi rox and chun, please eat your vegetables. My unicorns are watching over you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-500306528361905649?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/500306528361905649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreambird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/500306528361905649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/500306528361905649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreambird.html' title='Dreambird'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5121482162325443586</id><published>2009-09-20T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:27:08.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that cathartic feeling of warmth when you wrap your fingers around a hot mug, inhale the cold and let the words wrap around you, flow through your veins and right to your fingers? &lt;br /&gt;Fluid words, fluid thoughts, wispy memories. The starbucks smell. Mmmmmm need solo starbucks day soon. Nothing beats the smell of caffeine and crisp rustling brown paper!!!!!!!!! Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to more breathing aka recess week. I'd gladly purchase 24 more hours to put in a day, and even then it wouldn't be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my block people are social eaters as we might term it. We're not really that hungry 24/7......but we still eat anyway. Two eastside suppers in a week, we see each other's faces like for 90% of the week. It's such a wonder how we don't end up fighting/killing each other HAHAHAHAHA. NAH BLOCK D LOVE PLEASE. LOVE DEEP DEEEP. Good luck, mass weight gain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5121482162325443586?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5121482162325443586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-cathartic-feeling-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5121482162325443586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5121482162325443586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-cathartic-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7828777681443995705</id><published>2009-09-08T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:23:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for being a lousy friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7828777681443995705?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7828777681443995705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-for-being-lousy-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7828777681443995705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7828777681443995705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-for-being-lousy-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5827133806457263876</id><published>2009-09-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:00:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is (on the way to becoming) dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting old.......really taking a very extreme dislike to writing on such a public space. Not that the whole world reads it anyway, but still the idea of airing your thoughts on the www is pretty disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR MIA-ING PEOPLE! This week's been absolutely crazy. My phone died so please text me all your numbers I have lost every single one of them other than those that are stored in my very limited memory bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5827133806457263876?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5827133806457263876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-blog-is-on-way-to-becoming-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5827133806457263876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5827133806457263876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-blog-is-on-way-to-becoming-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3520213678018419308</id><published>2009-08-22T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:45:09.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loveyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GWEN MY FAVOURITE, FAVOURITE ANIMAL. I LOVE YOU YANG JU HAHA. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ofTgif-EMU&amp;hl=en&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/8ofTgif-EMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs like warm blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microcosms from a sociological perspective, with the help of sociological imagination. This could be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling via public transport induces a very wilful imagination that is oddly cathartic, there's something about familiarising yourself with your own temporary territory and surroundings in a short amount of time that is strangely attractive. I hate standing in the centre of the train because it's hard to people watch, obviously - and come up with weird theories. Corners and corner seats are the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day on the way back from Boon Lay I was pretending to sleep and listening to a girl and guy arguing. Friends, I think. The dude was imposing his judgements on other people (stupid, stupid stupid. tsk) and saying dumb things like, "She doesn't love him because now she's financially independent." I was getting quite prickled already by the time it was city hall. I noticed the girl wasn't responding and it was mostly the guy rambling and rambling. Then finally at Pioneer station things changed! She said something like "I'm so fed up with you! Why do you keep judging people and imposing your judgements, it's not like you know where they're coming from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had this urge to open my eyes and shout YOU GO GIRL but obviously it would indicate that I was eavesdropping.......(shit) and pretending to sleep. HAHA. SO ENJOYABLE OKAY. The guy was all.."No, it's just what I think. I'm not judging." "Yes you are." "NO. Stop malu-ing me." "YES YOU ARE JUDGING." "NO IM NOT." There was this whole air of tension. I swear the whole carriage was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rebuttal please. DEBATING FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to write somewhat coherently is returning. This is heartening! WORDS COME WORDS COME OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM INSERT RANDOM TRIBAL SOUNDING CHANT HERE no this is not a charlotte moment. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my dislike and abstinence of coffee and alcohol is not psychological! It's because of my bloodtype. Apparently it's a AB+ thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stingray at boon lay sucks fat black elephant ass. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello you, I hope you're reading this. I'm really, really sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3520213678018419308?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3520213678018419308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/without-language-we-are-animals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3520213678018419308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3520213678018419308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/without-language-we-are-animals.html' title='loveyou'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3062512230605729361</id><published>2009-08-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:37:37.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very true words spoken during the HW101 Craft of Writing Lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not hide behind your words." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not deliberately use big words or embellish your words to sound more intelligent because it only jumbles up the true meaning." &lt;br /&gt;(this one doesn't apply to me because my vocabulary isn't an encyclopedia bank. but it's still pretty funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be true to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer for this subject is terribly entertaining in a good way. Listening to her ramble is also very interesting because she's such a quirky character. She bubbles over very mundane, trivial things and turns them into rainbow molehills. *coughgrosstutorforglobalproblemsyuck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the lessons conducted here are a culmination of life matters and academics put together. It's like one big lesson about everything you think and care about. The bigger questions explored. After almost a year of brain rot it's finally time for some productivity! Need to learn to speak up in class because there's participation. Cringe. Hmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby conclude that School's good. The campus is getting smaller (in my psychological terms) because I THINK I might get lost a lot less now! More updatez soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend : Thai express, travelling back from Siberia with Sam, dinner with Tan and chun (FISH AND CO EXPRESS YUMZ), sleep in till 5pm, secret shopping, prata session with sam, brunch with gwen, give lit tuition (GASP! AM I RELIABLE? I HOPE SO)....back to Siberia Army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3062512230605729361?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3062512230605729361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-true-words-spoken-during-hw101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3062512230605729361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3062512230605729361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-true-words-spoken-during-hw101.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4532139325208086097</id><published>2009-08-18T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:00:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to lately :</title><content type='html'>JHASH on the first day of school....the whole OG went (minus some of the girls who MIA-ed you nenepoks) - some people with 8.30am lessons looming! So naughty.These are our awesome self timer photos, we took them by putting the camera on the Burger King counter. Mmmmm. Too lazy to caption/alot more on facebook. I blog like a primary one child, pardon my lack of fluid writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6411_124185281499_530076499_2973542_7615241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6411_124185286499_530076499_2973543_6470735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6411_124185291499_530076499_2973544_1730103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6411_124185436499_530076499_2973569_5310176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs191.snc1/6411_124185481499_530076499_2973576_3154225_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs171.snc1/6411_124185491499_530076499_2973578_4011383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....the.....adventures of Block D(ELPHI)!!!!! I think this was on sunday night when we were incredibly bored, and decided to explore the other blocks to KPO at other people's decorated doors and stuff. CHECK OUT THE DOMOKUN WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440386901_558401901_2519895_7126380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440441901_558401901_2519906_2953503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440446901_558401901_2519907_7794195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440451901_558401901_2519908_6687140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440456901_558401901_2519909_5288487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440466901_558401901_2519910_4129979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night - shopping in our room + tranny time + movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440571901_558401901_2519929_7024436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440576901_558401901_2519930_6093574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440601901_558401901_2519934_707548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440606901_558401901_2519935_1113480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440611901_558401901_2519936_494043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay yeah so this is a glimpse of inside our room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440626901_558401901_2519939_1430489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440636901_558401901_2519940_8022937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440641901_558401901_2519941_3997525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440651901_558401901_2519943_3686186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440666901_558401901_2519946_4581895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440686901_558401901_2519950_3544035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440691901_558401901_2519951_6718747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440726901_558401901_2519955_32241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440736901_558401901_2519957_8295760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440746901_558401901_2519959_2032760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best picture of the night goes to the best freshie HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440756901_558401901_2519960_7586719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ever wondered what a university lecture theatre looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs173.snc1/6494_121440771901_558401901_2519963_8372932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs193.snc1/6494_121440776901_558401901_2519964_5973273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty boring. The end. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4532139325208086097?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4532139325208086097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-weve-been-up-to-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4532139325208086097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4532139325208086097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-weve-been-up-to-lately.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to lately :'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-54181200546395824</id><published>2009-08-16T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:55:08.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt; Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played by Patrick Stewart, from the film "Star Trek: Generations" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Angel &amp; Mortal night. The whole hall's buzzing like mad! Running around delivering presents, making presents. Die lah sleeping late tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-54181200546395824?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/54181200546395824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-companion-that-goes-with-us-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/54181200546395824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/54181200546395824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-companion-that-goes-with-us-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1352401414605627770</id><published>2009-08-16T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:10:23.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTE TO SELF :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish paragraph for Comms TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish additional reading for HS102 during break tomorrow! Yay I finished 2 heehee.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read readings for tuesday during break tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\w/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1352401414605627770?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1352401414605627770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-self-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1352401414605627770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1352401414605627770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-self-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8064704635185568044</id><published>2009-08-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:08:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think we all have &lt;i&gt;issues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a difference between trusting and befriending. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think taking Sociology was one of the best decisions of my life. Gwen and I are enjoying it immensely. We ran to the library like nerds after class to photocopy our readings! Going to devour them in a bit. First class honours, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Loving my blockmates and my roomie!!! Our room is awesome possum. Drive out dinners, random room crashing (poker party, lan party, WATCHING HOT KOREAN GIRLS ON YOUTUBE, doing stupid things in general...) luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8064704635185568044?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8064704635185568044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-is-dying.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8064704635185568044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8064704635185568044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2400006302764931511</id><published>2009-08-12T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:21:13.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELPHI THE BLOCK D PEOPLE YO (points below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SoJ5-0mkYaI/AAAAAAAAEzI/wrQpn613UL0/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SoJ5-0mkYaI/AAAAAAAAEzI/wrQpn613UL0/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368987825958314402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay verine's missing from the picture. ): imagine she's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I moved into hall on the 10th despite being quarantined by the doctor becaues obviously my fever was too normal to be babiflu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was pretty okay thanks to nice seniors who gave me directions, because I had to learn how to walk from Hall 3 to the HSS school on my own. So after a long and perilous journey on the Great wall of Singapore, finally met Gwen and Yilin and we went for the first lecture. Okay, lah. So it turns out that alot of people in Soci are from MJ and TKG which is like yaaaaaaay. Random room crashing, board game, then JHASH. Word of the night : "SEH" hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of school? errrrr............no lessons aside (because it's a self declared offday HA), lunch with blockmates. That's about it. The room should be fully spruced up by next week so FLENZ YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO OKAY. Will post up pictures of my block &amp; room tomorrow! XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2400006302764931511?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2400006302764931511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/delphi-block-d-people-yo-points-below.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2400006302764931511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2400006302764931511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/delphi-block-d-people-yo-points-below.html' title='DELPHI THE BLOCK D PEOPLE YO (points below)'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SoJ5-0mkYaI/AAAAAAAAEzI/wrQpn613UL0/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8065471584164025926</id><published>2009-08-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:29:05.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>burning up, winding down. hall camp was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8065471584164025926?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8065471584164025926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/burning-up-winding-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8065471584164025926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8065471584164025926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/burning-up-winding-down.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8964266330295375558</id><published>2009-08-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:59:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hall camp tomorrow, till the 8th so guyzzzzzz if you need anything please message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow okay, I'm in university??? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!?????????? this must be a lie. disbelief. oh. my. god. what. the. &lt;s&gt;fuck.&lt;/s&gt; fishy. (sorry, anxious situations call for bad words, okay since when have I ever apologised for being such a vulgar child) IM GOING FOR HALL CAMP TOMORROW???????? OMG. OKAY. MEETING NEW PEOPLE. AWKWARDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous about tomorrow that I'm trembling now. LOSERCORE. Awkward social situations scare me to death more than anything on Earth (okay not as bad as taking a loopy loop rollercoaster or doing a bungee jump that one CANNOT WILL DIE OF HEART ATTACK)(HMMM IS THIS WHY IM STUDYING SOCI HAHA WTF??), it's almost as bad as taking A levels all over again but like doing H3 Socialising or something. UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! And oh my god I would like to apologise to my unknown SecretPal in advance, being the male hater I am I might just end up killing him and throwing his body into an unknown ditch to rot for a hundred days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE YOU READY FOR A NEW PHASE OF LIFE JUST YET? SAY YEAH YEAH YEAH HELL YEAH CHARLOTTE. HELLLLLLLL YEAH EVER READY. inner contradiction speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACKING TIME BYE ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8964266330295375558?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8964266330295375558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/hall-camp-tomorrow-till-8th-so.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8964266330295375558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8964266330295375558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/hall-camp-tomorrow-till-8th-so.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2792147201709694782</id><published>2009-08-02T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:52:36.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gwen and I happily planned our timetables thinking we could choose the same tutorial slots and all but no! Fate had to intervene and we were assigned totally different classes. Well other than one lecture, I think. You know what that means? Yeah I don't know anyone I'm going to be going for classes with......haha shit.&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooo funny because we stayed up late trying to plan like back up time tables as well and then in the morning we realised we only had to matriculate. oh well, at least I kind of know how to use the stupid STARS planner now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I'm too lazy to bother swopping with people so hello independence, let's see how it goes. I'm surprised at my own apathy regarding the situation. Couldn't care less. End up making new friends? Great. No friends? I could be the loner in the library. Loner is da new cool~ EW GROZZ HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay I could make do with a placard around my neck on the first day I guess. It'd say "Hello nice to meet you, my name is Charlotte. I'm kind of awkward around new people so I'm sorry in advance. I hope you don't think I'm loony. Let's be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll take comfort in the fact that I know about hmmm, 4 people in Socio including Gwen. And that I have a grand total of 6 other people I know in the same faculty. Which equates to about 10 people, of which none have the same lessons as me. I think. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Potential loserdom aside, I'm actually quite excited!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and I went shopping with The Roomie (wah sounds damn cool. HA) aka Verine to Ikea and Giant like 2 days back! Hehehe great fun. Can't wait for our silly slumber parties/bbq/whatnot. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2792147201709694782?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2792147201709694782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/gwen-and-i-happily-planned-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2792147201709694782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2792147201709694782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/08/gwen-and-i-happily-planned-our.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3760530387678622945</id><published>2009-07-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:26:03.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House for Sari Idareyou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/houseforsary.jpg?t=1249057299"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Description of House&lt;/span&gt; : This house has the ability to teleport anywhere! From being a 1 minute walk inside UniMelb, to being INSIDE UniMelb, to Singapore all with the help of a special glowing switch. All you have to do is say "HOUSE TO (DESIRED LOCATION)" and you'll be there in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Price&lt;/span&gt; : PRICELESS because I drew it for you. Using lines in paint okay! HAHAHA SHAMELESS. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're feeling better xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3760530387678622945?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3760530387678622945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-for-sari-idareyou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3760530387678622945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3760530387678622945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-for-sari-idareyou.html' title='House for Sari Idareyou.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4972709011955008406</id><published>2009-07-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:50:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for self-discipline. I'm supposed to plan 3 timetables because I need 2 for backup in case some kiasu person takes up my slots but guess what....yours truly is only 3/4 done, with ONE. HAHAHAHA. Stupid index numbers too confusing they look like algebra I have a headache. It's 2.50 am. K bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4972709011955008406?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4972709011955008406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-self-discipline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4972709011955008406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4972709011955008406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-self-discipline.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5861517087468910203</id><published>2009-07-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:47:14.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walao, food cravings! Tulang and Stingray!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5861517087468910203?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5861517087468910203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-food-cravings-tulang-and-stingray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5861517087468910203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5861517087468910203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-food-cravings-tulang-and-stingray.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4705707661854718980</id><published>2009-07-28T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:26:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't believe in love and marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4705707661854718980?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4705707661854718980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4705707661854718980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4705707661854718980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8219558891115434901</id><published>2009-07-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:58:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4am visualgsasms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4qchxaneIFh2Satto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/zb3fJutD9pld1muw8IYNqSRoo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/AZN7wsuV4q6rxxbtDJZhOUUSo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/ZbJpErqW2q9su6n1BMUeUN9No1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart wants, the brain fumbles, the pocket is dry. (refer to pictures below, no I cannot buy cannot cannot) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64302253-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/61638919-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58719391-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/51105940-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/61911754-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64630816-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60482176-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63095974-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62387764-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62387764-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58665598-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/65964418-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62065393-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58613353-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/56912488-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63563470-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59175277-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59175277-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59175277-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59175277-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/56721697-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62576620-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63207430-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62856034-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60711667-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/66311944-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64909069-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/61736056-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58707394-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60893557-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROX FOR YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63847915-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rox this is for you also because you love math so much hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63778642-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59385418-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63856042-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the inner geek o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62602162-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64881979-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun your best friend as tall as five apples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/61124596-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG BAD PUN OR WHAT JOKE??????? MISO CUTE. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64186540-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/57892372-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/61942714-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58889284-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58889284-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58889284-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58889284-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58889284-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you're free check out http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com, it's pretty nifty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8219558891115434901?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8219558891115434901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/3am-spam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8219558891115434901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8219558891115434901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/3am-spam.html' title='4am visualgsasms.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8270366242868660252</id><published>2009-07-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:06:27.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumdeedum</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BhOrkycC1Q&amp;hl=en&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/0BhOrkycC1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi world, how are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I was talking with my mom and talking about what I wanted to do with my life....and then she was saying something about how young people are so reckless ("the youth is wasted on the young") because in our naivety we just go ahead doing what we want to do, even if we KNOW it wouldn't necessarily benefit us and get warned against it we still do it anyway. And we believe that the world's our oyster when it isn't (sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the fun of life isn't it? Being reckless and living for the moments that you'll reminisce about when you're old. Doing stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BIMBO NEWSFLASH : This is why I wore neon pink tights to work at Topshop. It doesn't really fit in here but you get the drift, right. Even if it looks incredibly stupid on me at least I've done it before so who cares hahaha. I can't possibly get away with it when I'm older. "EH SIA LA THAT AHMA THINK SHE VERY YOUNG AH WEAR PINK TIGHTS") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get to be reckless when you're young. If you're old and reckless you're not "young, excited and doing things without thinking" because you don't have your youth to blame, conveniently. You're "stupid and irresponsible". Oh, and &lt;i&gt;old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be incredibly stupid (the good kind of stupid) for the next 2 years before hitting the big 2-1!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, Don't even get me started on that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S sometimes I think I'm a sixty four year old stuck in a nineteen year old body, with a three year old brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZ kbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8270366242868660252?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8270366242868660252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumdeedummmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8270366242868660252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8270366242868660252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumdeedummmmmm.html' title='Dumdeedum'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5354334776469001420</id><published>2009-07-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:32:29.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define the margins. Hurh?</title><content type='html'>This is an extremely materialistic post so don't bother if you don't like shopping or you're a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi JJJJJetplane, posting this here because you're offline.  think you'd like THIS blazer thing :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq176/bonitochico98/aDSC_0234-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogogogo to http://bonitochico.livejournal.com/128038.html#cutid1 haha sounds like some advertistment please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to write in this thing anymore! Okay the laptop just dropped on the floor. Wow interesting life. Bought a pair of heels today from the insanely cheap RUBI shoe shop at Ion (I know, so weird right! The fact that I'm buying heels, not the shop because I hardly wear em) because my original pair died leaving me with 0 pairs of heels. If you count a brown pair of booties,  it's 1. Yep you got it. My amazing amount of heels, can rival Imelda Marcos. Well I suppose I'll need them. Someday. For now I'll pretend to be some CMI runway model in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my Baby is four inches high and I doubt I'll wear it anytime soon for fear of breaking my neck and being paralysed for life. The things we females do....risk our lives to look taller and leaner. SHIT!!! HAS ANYONE DIED FROM WEARING HEELS BEFORE LIKE FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS AND BREAKING THEIR NECKS?!!!!! Tsktsk. HAHAAHHA. Okay will put a picture of them up tomorrow because camera has died. They're fierce! I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Basic Tank Dress?&lt;br /&gt;2. Basic Denim Dress?&lt;br /&gt;3. Black Cardigan?&lt;br /&gt;4. Brown Tote?&lt;br /&gt;5. Black Zippy Sandals?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT OR NEED? NEED OR WANT???????? WANT AND NEEEED?!!!!! CHARLOTTE NO MONEY NO TALK. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HI MY MEMORY HAS BLANKED OUT IF I HAVE ARRANGED TO GO OUT WITH YOU THIS WEEK PLEASE MESSAGE ME?? THANKYOUUUUU LOVE hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5354334776469001420?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5354334776469001420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/define-margins-hurh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5354334776469001420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5354334776469001420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/define-margins-hurh.html' title='Define the margins. Hurh?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2674867610545733887</id><published>2009-07-22T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:41:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was a war, I'd sleep in a mud dungeon and wait for it to end.</title><content type='html'>Last night I was feeling over-ambitious, so I decided to wake up early to watch the solar eclipse because apparently it's the &lt;b&gt;longest one that's ever going to happen in like a century.&lt;/b&gt; And I'd probably be dead by the time the next one comes around so my plan sounds pretty awesome right! Unless they invent some freako drug that makes me live till like I'm 9184719847 years old......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently the peak of the eclipse visible from Singapore was supposed to be at 9.11am according to my internet research (wah wah make myself sound so chim, actually google only HAHAHAHA)but no! Being the itchy butt I am I just had to stay up till 4 for no reason and had to meet rox at twelve today. So yeah, when you're sleepy you're all...."fuck the eclipse, I need my sleep." (maybe that's just in my case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And proceeded to wake up at 11.30 today &lt;i&gt;nonchalant to the wondrous, celestial forces of nature and Life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that, people is how I missed the most awesome eclipse ever in my life. In my world sleep triumphs everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S On the other hand I'm consoling myself that my sleep was worth it and gave me enough energy to expore Ion (AWESOME TTM) and town + only 10% of the eclipse is going to be visible in singapore, and having no proper tools for me to view the eclipse = stupid, will burn my retinas = must as well watch the live telecast on channel u = must as well watch on youtube and sleep. RIGHT. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/YAYHALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finding out that we got the aircon hall (because she msged me and left a missed call) we proceeded to gabble incoherent rubbish on the phone + shriek like nutzos. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i bet she's not reading this but OMG VERINE CANNOT WAIT TO ZHNG OUR PRETTY ROOM HAHHAAHHA SOUNDS SO AHLIAN!!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE ELSE IN HALL 3 PLZ THNKYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2674867610545733887?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2674867610545733887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-was-feeling-over-ambitious.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2674867610545733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2674867610545733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-was-feeling-over-ambitious.html' title='If there was a war, I&apos;d sleep in a mud dungeon and wait for it to end.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5781155503572995355</id><published>2009-07-21T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:55:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How to Screw Your Head Up (over anything, really.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Analyse the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Contextualise.&lt;br /&gt;3. Break down the (existent? non?) symbolism that you observe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Think too much and come to stupid conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I really don't get &lt;i&gt;people.&lt;/i&gt; Yeah I say italicize it like it's a bad word when I'm cursing my own kind. You get what I mean, right? Okay whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear J&lt;/b&gt;, you know who you are. Following and stalking my blog since I've been in secondary 4, linking all my friends and passing off my blog entries and pictures as your own -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean this in a mean I-hate-you-oh-my-god kind of way because I don't hold a copyright over all my thoughts, pictures and words but isn't it sad when a weblog that's an outlet to express yourself becomes a little temple of plagiarism? No, really think about it. If you have to resort to copying and pasting other people's thoughts to pass it off as your own it's quite sad, isn't it? What does that reflect on you? A lack of creativity or an inability to think and verbalise your own words? So if my thoughts are yours (apparently so), who are you really! Ask yourself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I told you off I was in secondary 4 and I thought to myself "maybe she's young and needs more time" but apparently not, you're almost fifteen? sixteen? Could you please for once, think for yourself........since you're old enough already. I'm more puzzled than I am annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand the rationale behind your behaviour, perhaps you could enlighten me somewhat. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5781155503572995355?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5781155503572995355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-screw-your-head-up-over-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5781155503572995355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5781155503572995355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-screw-your-head-up-over-anything.html' title='Hi?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4434060192769990943</id><published>2009-07-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:16:46.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it alright to call two girls at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in like one day call one then next call another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with intentions, or none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SORRY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically we are just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nothing wrong right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless they think differently.........HAHA THEN YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED)says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think  they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then okay lah, keep calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(IDENTITY PROTECTED)says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have NO COMMITTMENTS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singlehood rockzxxzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy with a conscience. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. GOOD FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prawn fishing and swop flea yesterday (because now is 12.16 ohmy) very very good fun more up soon. grawrrrrr bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4434060192769990943?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4434060192769990943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4434060192769990943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4434060192769990943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3602866980864019722</id><published>2009-07-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:08:30.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I opened my email inbox to find a pleasant surprise waiting for me today! &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm a little welcome message from the Sociology department (okay yes, that's what I'm taking )with a document attached teaching us how to bid for modules + unrestricted electives. I was kpo-ing at the email list and pleasantly surprised to see a few familiar emails so I guess there'll be more people that I know in the same course which is pretty kick-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-inner geek in me is very very excited because it all looks so interested MYOHMYOHMYFAINTS!!!! AND UNRESTRICTED ELECTIVES! So itchy to declare my minor already.....why Sem 2 so lousy hahahaha. OMG CANT WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START. And you know what unbelievably it's not the whole environment and hall thing that I'm superbly excited about, it's the NITTY GRITTY STUDYING SOMETHING NEW. HAHAHAHA I LOVE SCHOOL. I LOVE SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think before exams in a few months time I'm going to reread this post and want to slap my own face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad that everyone's parting ways to do different things now......ok but anyway uh have a great time at school everyone! feel the excitement! yeah talking to imaginary blog readers. (even though it's not starting just yet but you get what I mean, right?) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3602866980864019722?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3602866980864019722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-opened-my-email-inbox-to-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3602866980864019722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3602866980864019722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-opened-my-email-inbox-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6815629850447516855</id><published>2009-07-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:16:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridian School Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXLXgTJO9Y0&amp;hl=en&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/oXLXgTJO9Y0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meridian School Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being awed the first time I heard it because it sounded like a NDP song, and singing it very enthusiastically for the first half of the year. Then when time crept up on us and promos approached, the mornings at the parade square where a301 was was reserved for eating last minute breakfasts before school (aka during anthem HAHAHAHA) or studying for tests by putting the notes on the floor. We still bothered to sing it. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in year 2 we got sick of hearing the same damn thing every day. And every time the anthem got played we'd go FUCK NOT AGAIN!!!!! I WANT TO SIT DOWN/SLEEP/EAT/STUDY/GO TOILET. HAAHHAHAHA. And by then we didn't bother to sing it anymore because the novelty wore off. And because we were too damn stoned too care about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still can't believe I completed my A levels, how on Earth......?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the point of this post is to proclaim how much I miss 07a301 ): LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6815629850447516855?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6815629850447516855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/meridian-school-anthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6815629850447516855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6815629850447516855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/meridian-school-anthem.html' title='Meridian School Anthem'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8538430508157397607</id><published>2009-07-14T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:54:04.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/0xKcQ6amcpry5aanX65HmJ9Po1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made this prison for ourselves and called it society. &lt;br /&gt;First it starts off with the paperchase! Then the moneychase! Then the oh-no-I-need-to-find-a-spouse-before-I-am-socially-despised chase! shit, it's never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's my gameplan? Do damn well at school, shatter expectations at work, and be absolutely amazing and amass this huge lump sum of wealth. Then I'm going to buy a yacht plus a caravan, get the hell out of here and like bagpack or sail around for the rest of my life! Serious, I want out! I'm talking like I'm so sure that I have 50 more years to live. -_- Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FOR NOW I NEED TO CHASE MY SLEEP BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8538430508157397607?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8538430508157397607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8538430508157397607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8538430508157397607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3120169907311892236</id><published>2009-07-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:55:06.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/e2szWQjMkpsn5dtwevtIc0RFo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/phLiJKuMnp0v1bp3L9OGnxM0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day out with kang. love you like fat kid loves cake! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we endured the very nausea inducing stripey floors of the almost-malaysia like underground tunnel and emerged alive after fish and chips after someone proclaimed she was full and still continued to drink the leek soup and eat jelly. HAHAHAHAAH MEL YOU ARE THE BEST SRSLY. far east plaza is quite a nice place on weekdays minus the throngs of hipster teenagers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit la the balookoo on my head is damn big and it's the reason why I couldn't sleep until 6am today (SORRY MC) because lying flat on my back makes my head hurt. And I can ONLY sleep when I lie flat on my back, not on my side.....but wow I feel cool now how often do you get a balookoo on your head. I feel like a primary school kid all over again. HAHAHAHAHAHA SIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3120169907311892236?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3120169907311892236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-out-with-kang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3120169907311892236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3120169907311892236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-out-with-kang.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3203842018272577288</id><published>2009-07-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:34:05.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sun is shining, that's where we run</title><content type='html'>Today was like a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Nic had to do some shooting assignment she had me wear a skirt and don matching accessories to be her like, er. posing person. i refuse to say the word model because I am totally cmi!!!!! these are the fun pictures obviously not posing the posed serious ones. I have absolutely zero talent for posed and serious pictures but when it comes to being a monkey I am a natural. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbed trees, ran on a very deserted road, rolled around in the grass, climbed a NO TRESPASSERS fence (well, attempted to) and had rainbow sprinkled biscuits and homemade brownies for tea. complete with milk! today was so much fun it was almost like being a kid again. Me likes. Thanks for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I banged my head against a tree thanks to a very sneaky lizard. Okay well shit happens, hahahaha. Apparently HSS camp is full. Bloody (*!&amp;#(*&amp;#(*#!&amp;#!(&amp;#(#!*&amp; walao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0192.jpg?t=1247500547"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/DSC_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3203842018272577288?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3203842018272577288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3203842018272577288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3203842018272577288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='when the sun is shining, that&apos;s where we run'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/PHOTOSHOOT/th_DSC_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6844689151598676462</id><published>2009-07-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:03:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/dGaiEDW2doyz22voaaidpwCfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/dGaiEDW2dov57046jDD3gV7Bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6844689151598676462?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6844689151598676462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-words-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6844689151598676462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6844689151598676462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-words-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2456402715664772846</id><published>2009-07-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:01:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because all you want isn't all you need</title><content type='html'>So not looking forward to tomorrow. First of all Sari's going to be leaving, then it's going to be my last day at work as well. Ugh! Two whambams in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to be organised again I will uh write out how I plan to spend my next nine days of utter zen relaxation in heaven (HAHA RIGHT) before camp starts and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Bye sary ): last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;12 - fifi time!&lt;br /&gt;13 - HI ANYBODY WANTS TO GO TANNING I AM A FISHBALL&lt;br /&gt;14 - HI ANYBODY WANTS TO GO TANNING I AM A FISHBALL&lt;br /&gt;15 - HI ANYBODY WANTS TO GO TANNING I AM A FISHBALL&lt;br /&gt;16 - gwen time! (kang how??)&lt;br /&gt;17 - jacq time, alison + chun time?&lt;br /&gt;18 - 3 kidzzzzzzzz go out to play time!!&lt;br /&gt;19 - something, i forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all imperfect, but some inherently more flawed than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm saying this because I'm being biased but whateverrrrrrrrr hahaha. You've heard it from Cynic #1, I don't really believe in people anymore. Not that it's a bad thing, you know? You have less expectations so you don't set yourself up for any disappointments. But sometimes I get pleasant surprises that way. People turn out to be so much better than you expect. And then from there you derive some form of joy that's a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not saying that people are bad because I do believe that people are good somewhere deep inside, (uh for some people it's so deep you don't ever find it even if you take a million years............), it's just that we often have good intentions but somehow compromise ourselves along the way. And that equals to an NG take of your life. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to be who I don't want to be! Maybe I already am but hey, can you just let me convince myself for a second? Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2456402715664772846?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2456402715664772846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-not-looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2456402715664772846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2456402715664772846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-not-looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html' title='Because all you want isn&apos;t all you need'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1619270639155067213</id><published>2009-07-08T07:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:25:22.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eh charlotte i watched a video on north korea today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so sad  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ya they very poor thing right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;which did you watch, what about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and i was complaining how my life is so miserable cos i was mugging for geog to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the reunion part is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i watched this part abt how these humanitarian pple went to cure blindness there, then once they could see, they were all ALL HAIL OUR KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(btw i msged chun that her fav cat is strange and she gave a very annoyed "IT MUST BE FAKE")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then how this guy escaped n.korea with his friend,, but the friend died halfway in his hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and then his whole family got killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oh heart wrenching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;where is humanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oh my goodness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uh, not in N.K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AHHAAH yes i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hahaha *pun*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i just had a humanitarian talk with my father hahaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he was telling me abt the sulphur collectors in indonesia, how china was like &lt;/span&gt;previously etc&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oh the world is evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what can we do :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;its run by MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hhahahah omg! quit your idiot jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO IM SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ok they lighten the mood though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if women ran the whole ring thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it wouldnt be like this lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kim jon il is one crazy asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;with weird hare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no not true! look at cixi! she wasnt the kindest of women either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she's a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Walrus! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she looks like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHA CHARLOTTE CHIN QUIT IT MANN AHAHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we have the weirdest conversations ever, I swear. Btw topshop end season sale has started up to 40% offfffffff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1619270639155067213?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1619270639155067213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/alison-says-eh-charlotte-i-watched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1619270639155067213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1619270639155067213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/alison-says-eh-charlotte-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5896942007057242673</id><published>2009-07-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:19:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost the ability to write coherent sentences because my brain fuse has blown. Too many thoughts in head -&gt; never pen down because you are too busy and not using brain -&gt; BOM BYEBYE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I'm serious okay!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5896942007057242673?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5896942007057242673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-lost-ability-to-write-coherent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5896942007057242673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5896942007057242673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-lost-ability-to-write-coherent.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6713381843646335456</id><published>2009-06-30T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:27:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seemingly, it was Simpang</title><content type='html'>Stop and breathe is a pretty attractive option right now. It was Syarfar and Kevin's last day yesterday, and Daniel's today. Work's going to feel more empty now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stills from Simpang (more shots at work soon.......LAZY) when we trooped like little kids together from the interchange to the food place, ate like a bunch of pigs, made a hell lot of noise/took a lot of pictures, went home at 1am and totally died the next day for the morning shift people. Awesomeeeeeeeee. Too many nice pictures to post so here's like, a quarter of them. PHOTO CREDITS TO SERENE RAHMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96042174705_789824705_1821915_985578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96042189705_789824705_1821917_3517406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96042199705_789824705_1821918_3703016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96042204705_789824705_1821919_5382540_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96042214705_789824705_1821921_7109524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96042219705_789824705_1821922_3134363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96054914705_789824705_1822276_3296697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96054934705_789824705_1822279_4799264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96054939705_789824705_1822280_6953536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96054944705_789824705_1822281_6053033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96054954705_789824705_1822282_2146562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4949_96054964705_789824705_1822283_6806180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96054969705_789824705_1822284_2664547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96054979705_789824705_1822286_5109633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off this post, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hottest&lt;/span&gt; picture of the night........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs093.snc1/4949_96054974705_789824705_1822285_4086500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6713381843646335456?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6713381843646335456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/seemingly-it-was-simpang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6713381843646335456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6713381843646335456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/seemingly-it-was-simpang.html' title='Seemingly, it was Simpang'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-312582175285071322</id><published>2009-06-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:27:11.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>Because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pinkposie&lt;/span&gt; says my blog &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"very boring now leh"&lt;/span&gt;, I will blog today. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we attempted (the key word is attempted) to flea today but failed. Reason will not be disclosed, taking into consideration that I do treasure my life and still want to live it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; dumb&lt;/span&gt; can customers get, really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The answer is - even more so, everyday until you question the sentient existence of their brains.&lt;/span&gt; Read the following and feel my pAiNz w0Rx (HAHAHA right, whatever. anyway the brackets = inner mental bitch speaking silently in head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Uh hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yup, hi how can I help?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Okay you know tv. show.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mmmhmm? (...what the?)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You know in the tv show on channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yup? (OH I TOTALLY KNOW I TOTALLY DO...)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : The one with the actress called Jeanette. Jeanette...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aw?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : YES JEANETTE AW! &lt;br /&gt;Me : (this totally makes sense, you watched the show and you know less than I do)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Well on the friday episode she was wearing a white shirt and it was from topshop. (When you are beginning to think that this conversation will FINALLY start to make sense, it is here that you are mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can you describe the top a little please?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's white.&lt;/span&gt; (says it very confidently, like it's the most accurate, epic description of the century)&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...................................&lt;br /&gt;Lady : It's white!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay. Can I have a further description of the top please, is it sleeved or sleeveless?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Has sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (OH WE'RE FINALLY GOING SOMEWHERE) Okay. Does it have any embellishments on it? Designs? Buttons?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Oh I don't know. I can't remember. *looks at me expectantly like I am a supercomputer with instant Google who has the answer but is refusing to tell her on purpose. sorry dude I no pentium, I fail*&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Oh so you expect me to remember something I haven't seen before HAHAAHHAH WTF??????) *holds out white batwing top to piss her off and show her how VAGUE she is* Is it this? It's white and has sleeves. (HAHAHA BACK ATCHA BITCH TRADE VAGUE FOR VAGUE HUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : No.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay. Do you recall any significant details of the top? I can try my best to help you find it. (Another way to say if you can't remember what it looks like why don't you just shut the hell up and get lost!)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (OMG WTF???????????????????????????????)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : *looks at batwing top* This isn't the top. I don't think you have it here. Ok bye. *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................? Um hey I'm really hungry I want to eat chicken wings can you buy it for me please.I think I ate it 5 years ago in a coffee shop? Yeah that exact stall please? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpang yesterday was awesome. More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-312582175285071322?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/312582175285071322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/wtf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/312582175285071322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/312582175285071322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7099768848164825213</id><published>2009-06-22T11:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:19:13.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Retreat Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chino_grandfather_stash/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=9719871"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Chino Grandfather Stash" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlNvUUpVR0ZmM2hHVHRoak5xQnZpeVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Chino Grandfather Stash" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chino_grandfather_stash/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=9719871"&gt;Chino Grandfather Stash&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=283843"&gt;charlotteeatscarrots&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/chanel_earrings/shop?brand=Chanel&amp;amp;category_id=64"&gt;Chanel earrings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7099768848164825213?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7099768848164825213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/independent-retreat-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7099768848164825213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7099768848164825213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/independent-retreat-song.html' title='Independent Retreat Song'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8337286175063856636</id><published>2009-06-21T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:08:03.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8337286175063856636?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8337286175063856636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-all-trivial-short-term-issues-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8337286175063856636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8337286175063856636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-all-trivial-short-term-issues-at.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6852959272974760229</id><published>2009-06-17T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:27:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is nothing</title><content type='html'>I think the reason why I don't really update this thing anymore is because I'm too tired nowadays to put things into perspective, to define them, to pen them down and make them absolute. And also because I am physically tired from work (ohno, I'm getting old.) Need a radical change. in. my. life. Maybe highlight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know what's absolute and what isn't, I don't want to figure what is, what isn't, what was - because a little mystery provides parameters for imagination/hope/faith/denial/concoction. Helps to sugarcoat things a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm too arsed to think or bother nowadays. Or maybe I think around the little bubble in my head, doing a happy trippy toe dance like a mental merry go round. Getting stupid and nonchalant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sort of experiment has now ended and yezzz conclusive results point to self sufficiency.........don't bother figuring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never thought I'd be penning this down here but anyone up for NTU hostel rooming? Original rooming plans squashed, nehneh! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've been MIA-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6852959272974760229?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6852959272974760229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-reason-why-i-dont-really-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6852959272974760229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6852959272974760229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-reason-why-i-dont-really-update.html' title='Everything is nothing'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8323568089843374300</id><published>2009-06-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:59:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SELLING MY SOUL @ BUYMYUNICORN.BLOGSPOT.COM PLEASE SUPPORT THANKZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8323568089843374300?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8323568089843374300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/pauper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8323568089843374300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8323568089843374300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/pauper.html' title='pauper'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1065733421092560779</id><published>2009-06-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:37:30.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in TS TO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte the door girl : Hi good afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Customer with friends : HIIIIIIIIII GOOD AFTERNOOOOON! WELCOME TO TOPSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ?????&lt;br /&gt;(later, customer leaves)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Is there a good bye line?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No, I'm just supposed to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Ok, uh GOOD BYE HAVE A NICE DAY THANK YOU FOR VISING TOPSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Customer hands clothes to me to try on at fitting room entrance)&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Instead of saying "How many pieces", I say)...Hi how was it? (I'm supposed to say this after they try the clothes on)&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh my god sorry I mixed up my lines.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : (snaps fingers) Boyfriend! Where are you????&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : Behind you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1065733421092560779?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1065733421092560779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/overheard-in-ts-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1065733421092560779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1065733421092560779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/overheard-in-ts-to.html' title='Overheard in TS TO'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2305198066027490615</id><published>2009-06-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:44:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodcourt Musical!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en&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/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2305198066027490615?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2305198066027490615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/foodcourt-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2305198066027490615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2305198066027490615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/foodcourt-musical.html' title='Foodcourt Musical!!!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-9049150204083502070</id><published>2009-06-09T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:31:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADE IN INDIA</title><content type='html'>How I bought Elation for all of $7 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/Morning%20Coffee/P1000037.jpg?t=1244568497"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd199/charlotteeatscarrots/Morning%20Coffee/P1000038.jpg?t=1244568491"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't get it......it's my cheapo vest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be off to Malaysia from today the tenth till the fourteenth, see you soon. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that no new H1N1 cases develop in Singapore or something. Or maybe I'll be the next one when I come back. HAHA TOUCH WOOD. (If anything, just drop me a message! Hi tan!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-9049150204083502070?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/9049150204083502070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/9049150204083502070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/9049150204083502070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-in-india.html' title='MADE IN INDIA'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4178992008916316660</id><published>2009-06-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:30:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv you all</title><content type='html'>Seeing some of your favourite special people is an awesome way to start your day, I'm looking forward to 11.30am later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since we had a h2h over coffee. Mmmmmm, I foresee rich warm coffee smells and good feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s got this off fmylife.com : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was playing around with my sister's kitten. As a joke, I put him underneath the sheets and farted. &lt;em&gt;He attacked my balls&lt;/em&gt;. FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA what a dumbass?!?!!? what kind of a bastard farts on a kitten anyway? Plus this person is so absurd. Tell me when you're playing with a kitten do you suddenly get inspiration out of nowhere and go 'OH I NEED TO FART ON KITTY, NOW' ITS LIKE TOTALLY WTF?!?!?!?!? DAMN RANDOM. OMG HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4178992008916316660?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4178992008916316660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/luv-you-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4178992008916316660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4178992008916316660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/luv-you-all.html' title='Luv you all'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7237920454713358393</id><published>2009-06-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:58:02.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, there's a thought in my head that makes me go ping!!!!! I need to note this down. &lt;br /&gt;(I know, I'm losing the ability to write. Oh noz am becoming stupider than I already am.....) &lt;br /&gt;And then later, it loses its significance because it appears that it isn't so relevant. Then another one comes along again and then PING PING PING PING PING!!! and my head goes OMG LIKE SHUT UP NOW. Then it stops. And they all seem to lose their importance and relevance because they spring up simultaneously at once. Therefore in my opinion they're not significant enough because they have never rendered any individual consideration and attention and slip away quietly, forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much of my life I've forgotten.......owing to this squeaky, un-oiled brain with short-term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to Bugis with Yanxuan today to Haji and then the very dismal and overcrowded Bugis Village. Shopping fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And today I gave myself a pedicure, a manicure, a nice all-body lotion rub and some eyebrow-de-bushing and was all ready to convince myself that I was now a 'kept, civilised woman now presentable to society converted from former bushman' but no, one of my toenails had to drop off. I am now the proud owner of 19 toenails. (Yes, I was so stupid that I had to COUNT.) Nail polish fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FAIL LA FAIL LA FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML! because I want to be annoying and use overused lingo HAHAHAAHAH K BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7237920454713358393?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7237920454713358393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7237920454713358393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7237920454713358393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-140801543696785622</id><published>2009-06-02T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:52:31.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOF OWNS YOUR ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb107/myvhime/kimbum_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/4913dfd3f96c39f2f541519ced04ef7e1232159401_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SO CUTE RIGHT YOUR SALIVA DRIPPING OR NOT. AHAHAH ok yucks damn disgusting makes me think of the huge three headed dog in Harry potter that dripped the saliva on don't know who's head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting up any of Lee Min Ho (Gu Jun Pyo) because the hot pictures of him are mostly topless pictures and I refuse to post porn-like pictures on my blog hahahahahahaha OO HOT BOD and his curly hair sucks ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating pizza with Maggie in the locker room we started to talk about BOF. Then today I turned to her and said "YOU'RE WEARING SHOES LIKE THE ONES GU JUN PYO BOUGHT FOR JAN DI" and both of us started laughing. HAHA MANIACS OR WHAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more reason for me to shop : school! Heheheheheheheh good excuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-140801543696785622?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/140801543696785622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/bof-owns-your-ass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/140801543696785622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/140801543696785622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/bof-owns-your-ass.html' title='BOF OWNS YOUR ASS'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8130904937169846732</id><published>2009-06-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:56:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG LIFE CHANGING DECISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3579029768_4f39398cd0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3304/3578224889_45b1284178.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW SO STRESSSSSSSFUL. hahaha okay bullshit lah. vote plz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8130904937169846732?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8130904937169846732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-life-changing-decision.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8130904937169846732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8130904937169846732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-life-changing-decision.html' title='BIG LIFE CHANGING DECISION'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2789288684486504058</id><published>2009-06-01T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:22:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETARDED</title><content type='html'>Would it be totally cliche if I said working made me so busy, I almost forgot I had a blog?! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I really don't understand guys. Their egos don't permit them to take a approximately 8m stroll through TOPSHOP to get to the stairs that leads to TOPMAN. Then they walk around a million times trying to get to topman but don't find it because they refuse to take the stairs down or ask me (or any other entrance person) for directions to the door outside tampines 1. Then if we go up to them and tell them about the stairs, they tell us they'll take the long way and that 'it's okay, thank you'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHY YOU WASTE YOUR ENERGY?????!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody hilarious because it happens like 98247298474 times a day. It's like, strolling in a ladies store for 5 seconds could kill every semblance of their manhood.........retards. (Not ALL guys okay, I'm not guy bashing just those idiots who refuse to ask for directions!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2789288684486504058?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2789288684486504058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/retarded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2789288684486504058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2789288684486504058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/06/retarded.html' title='RETARDED'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5508808643686718449</id><published>2009-05-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:25:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This damn system is so ruthless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/soBwCdeuhnjfbgheFKpPNTluo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little miffed, nonetheless. Okay, I lie. I am very......insert word here because I can't think of any. But not all is lost! Will get up tomorrow morning sunshine happy and get started on this paramount...task. Will not, will not, shall not. Oh and boys over flowers isn't too bad it gets quite endearing actually. Go Jun-pyo and Jan di!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5508808643686718449?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5508808643686718449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/gawr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5508808643686718449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5508808643686718449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/gawr.html' title='This damn system is so ruthless.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1567798467721458073</id><published>2009-05-24T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:07:53.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WYLSrQK5MZA/ShLacBqKtII/AAAAAAAAEXw/SvvbI--EAHQ/s1600/pic%2520frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. stole this off mel. GET THIS, XY GENETICALLY CODED PEOPLE????!?!?! BITCHY IS IN OUR BLOOD. Being vulgar at this point in time is very uncalled for but since I've posted the above as a precursor to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'&lt;/span&gt;, I will end this post with a huge..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1567798467721458073?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1567798467721458073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1567798467721458073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1567798467721458073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WYLSrQK5MZA/ShLacBqKtII/AAAAAAAAEXw/SvvbI--EAHQ/s72-c/pic%2520frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7216827443457178448</id><published>2009-05-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:40:34.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul food</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQDxGBMF4sY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/OQDxGBMF4sY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't read my pokerface?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7216827443457178448?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7216827443457178448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-read-my-cant-read-my-pokerface.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7216827443457178448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7216827443457178448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-read-my-cant-read-my-pokerface.html' title='soul food'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2684273131949068347</id><published>2009-05-21T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:42:38.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BURPDAY BARBARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_86213034049_629034049_2468303_7116806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/224/38/558401901/n558401901_1439731_9391.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURPDAY HAPPY BARBARA ROX YOU ARE AMAZING AND SPECIAL LIKE FIREWORKS IN THE SUPERNOVA SKY. LOVECHU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2684273131949068347?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2684273131949068347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-burpday-barbara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2684273131949068347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2684273131949068347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-burpday-barbara.html' title='HAPPY BURPDAY BARBARA'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-20334735076986840</id><published>2009-05-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:59:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visited Berrylite today!</title><content type='html'>Losing sleep over things I have no control over? So stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-20334735076986840?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/20334735076986840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-visited-berrylite-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/20334735076986840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/20334735076986840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-visited-berrylite-yay.html' title='Visited Berrylite today!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-8465742087030686925</id><published>2009-05-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:09:08.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pleasefindthis.blogspot :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Gap in Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3383804398_0613e76c94.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so full of the things that you don't have that you don't have space for the things you do. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, all the things in life are pretty intangible whether you like it or not - if you think about it that way. So does all this even matter at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're getting old and dragging our luggages along with every step. We need to breathe, slow down and enjoy silly little things again. I know we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LIFE TO DO LIST&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bagpack around the world, with a camera, notebook and friend in hand. Live from day to day!&lt;br /&gt;2. See the aurora borealis for real, not on video!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Live a different life with a different identity for a month somewhere unknown. See how different things get.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing in a musical even if I'm the tree in the background.... (...shutup haha)&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to play at least one song on the violin!&lt;br /&gt;6. Before I die write letters for every single one of my regrets, mistakes and post them to the people they concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K 6 is a weird number but what-e-verrrrr. And before all of this, my dream is to be really, really successful. Doing what? I don't know. Need to figure. that. out. Serious! And for now I need to stop dreaming and go bathe before I go out, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Miss a lot of people!!!!!!!!!!! can we all book dates pls thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-8465742087030686925?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/8465742087030686925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/pleasefindthis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8465742087030686925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/8465742087030686925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/pleasefindthis.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3383804398_0613e76c94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6710229021912397536</id><published>2009-05-19T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:27:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WERKTWERK</title><content type='html'>Today we went down to the outlet at Vivo for this workshop-ish thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this activity where every group had to create a full outfit from our allocated themes. There was supposed to be one day and one evening outfit and we had to present it afterwards to to everyone. It was quite fun! "eh, this one like project runway?!" totally nonsense man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it sounds pretty normal right? Yeah wait. Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;They got Lilin and I to present. To talk about the merchandise and why we chose it/our inspirations......No seriously. serious. Doesn't help that I was the youngest person in the room and everyone was 10x cooler ): nub. wtf I think half of the entire staff population in Singapore think I either have ADHD or some form of retardation now. (Yes this is an accurate figure because the seminar is split into two days.) CHARLOTTE WHY YOU SO STUPID?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay scraping that aside, today was pretty awesome. Lunch in the locker room with a lot of people = fun! Man I'm getting so boring nowadays, I bore myself. Why are you reading this it is so boring. BYE, SAVE YOU FROM BOREDOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6710229021912397536?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6710229021912397536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/werktwerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6710229021912397536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6710229021912397536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/werktwerk.html' title='WERKTWERK'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5418845159701240216</id><published>2009-05-17T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:27:56.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your worst enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set my heart on getting a new camera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well my old one died. It's pretty obvious because my blog lacks picspam now. With MY OWN HARDEARNED MONEY when pay comes in. Now how good does that feel you tell me? I love being independent heh heh. Have actually set my heart on a camera model already but wondering if it's worth my money. Then I'm going to be a scrimping beggar eating 2 dollar economy rice everyday and the rest of my money is going to go into my save-for-university fund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY RECOMMENDATIONS FOR CHEAPER/GOOD QUALITY CAMERAS THOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No transport fees because (specifically) I run to work like an idiot every morning and end up with screwed up hair. Okay going off tangent. It takes about 7 minutes to huff and puff and end up at the Topman entrance from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be selling clothes soon-ish, so watch out (talks to imaginary blog readers) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being the door girl at work. People can be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;judgemental sometimes, it gets really annoying. Well I guess that's how the real world works I should get accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yours truly is guilty of judging other people sometimes too but still!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Omniscient narrator : Charlotte lacks a suitable substantiation to justify what she has just said but has failed and has therefore cut the sentence off abruptly to change to topic by using an expression of frustration. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As colleague X puts it, "everytime I'm at the entrance I feel like quitting......." Horribly bitchy customers aside, I love my colleagues and my job. Yeah. Ironic right! You'd think there'll be politics but no, it's the customers that are the problematic ones. Wah they love to automatically assume that we're a hoard of bitches or something yknow?!?!!? (not all okay, maybe about 30% to 40%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, grin and bear with it! Grin and bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHANTS MANTRA) WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS YOU PAINT THAT SHIT GOLD. OK I FEEL ZEN NOW. ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO STARED AT MY TIGHTS TODAY CAN GO TO HELL BECAUSE I LIKE THEM AND I DONT CARE WHAT THEY THINK HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and popsicle productions was doing the tamp1 event today so I saw kevin, rachel, grace and keeeeeechen! heheh so fun k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5418845159701240216?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5418845159701240216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-worst-enemies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5418845159701240216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5418845159701240216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-worst-enemies.html' title='Your worst enemies'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6918018386607001582</id><published>2009-05-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:53:45.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:}</title><content type='html'>Today I half-skipped, half-ran home like a loony. Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6918018386607001582?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6918018386607001582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6918018386607001582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6918018386607001582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_16.html' title=':}'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2487771621944779537</id><published>2009-05-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:15:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU SWINE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sg2GmSXabfI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/sDmx2zr_1g4/s1600-h/h1n1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sg2GmSXabfI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/sDmx2zr_1g4/s400/h1n1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336069125827096050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debuted in Malaysia, reaching Singapore soon! Hopefully &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was at work a woman walked into the shop wearing a mask. We all nearly died chortling! Subway for lunner (lunchdinner), we need to take advantage of the 5.90 promotion before it ends hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2487771621944779537?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2487771621944779537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-swine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2487771621944779537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2487771621944779537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-swine.html' title='YOU SWINE.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sg2GmSXabfI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/sDmx2zr_1g4/s72-c/h1n1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-7356284471721256412</id><published>2009-05-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:11:36.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today - farmer girl and miss ocd-fall-in-love ventured out around town and had a great time being lethargic over japanese and ice cream dollops, hunting for roses and white shirts!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I bought my dream shoes at (cough) muji. no, it's not made of paper in fact it's pretty rad. Now I'm one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a jagung farmer in a far-away land wearing checkered shirts and denim overalls. I'm only missing the hat, the location and the start-up costs to start my jagung farm. Please donate to the Jagung fund for a good cause. Big dreams big dreams. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and then you realise, that time is running out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lily allen has a knack for making really vulgar sounding lyrics sound nice! after I googled the lyrics for this song my eyes popped. that's what you call class. when you make the f word and vulgar things sound catchy. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-7356284471721256412?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/7356284471721256412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-farmer-girl-and-miss-ocd-fall-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7356284471721256412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/7356284471721256412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-farmer-girl-and-miss-ocd-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-3562217448422375639</id><published>2009-05-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:18:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lily allen's fuck you song</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=42&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOPSHOP MID SEASON SALE HAS STARTED. DROP BY TAMP1 BITCHES. INCENTIVE 4 U. DISCOUNTS UP TO 50% OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/zb3fJutD9n4avhbs73SCis2co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH THIS IS SO MY NEW MANTRA BITCHEZ. WOOHOO. LIFE IS GOLD. GOLD LEMON. OK SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being vulgar today...because I am an uncouth little bitch. I hope I get pissed off soon and say FUCK YOU to someone. Saying that is pretty liberating. OK FUCK YOU IF YOU DONT LIKE MY GOLDEN LEMON MANTRA I WILL PELT MY LEMONS AT YOU. BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING. HAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I served xiaxue at the fitting room and she was trying a pink dress. She's pretty nice and normal. Just that I kind of got a shock but recovered within record time of 0.00000001 seconds to look surprisingly normal and unstartled. Ok who the hell am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice customers are like gold pretty ingots. There were quite a few today. Luv them manymany!!!! Oh and this is so bimbotic but I love my job because I get to work out my floppyass and at at the same time buy nice pretty clothes!!!!! FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK ITS NOT WORKING!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you're a boy and you think I'm being vulgar because "girls should sit pretty be sweet and nice and shut up" because girls can be vulgar too!!!! No seriously. WE ARE HUMAN. we burp and shit just like you k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will buy camera with next paycheck. um. fuck? bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-3562217448422375639?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/3562217448422375639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-allens-fuck-you-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3562217448422375639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/3562217448422375639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-allens-fuck-you-song.html' title='lily allen&apos;s fuck you song'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6968903552087348595</id><published>2009-05-11T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:35:57.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>belated birthday wish but anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=72&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VJ LAKSHEEMEEEEEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nedroid.com/images/heroicunicorn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she's my unicorn hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6968903552087348595?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6968903552087348595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6968903552087348595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6968903552087348595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_11.html' title='!!!!!!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1776145543593010548</id><published>2009-05-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:24:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSCENDING</title><content type='html'>fuckyeahmarykateashley.tumblr :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/57QK9SvrInaggikdfUyKfWO0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbe7zv54kH6H6fIo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbe5u2wxapEMKjao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbe3ra5h8hzEFY2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbe2aixVUI3ovf2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbe1n2gpmhSnFZno1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWnbdz2tc88FY8uu4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWn8qqg48z5FVyUeXo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/rsf9ajnXqn8m8iz1ykbYOxM0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/57QK9SvrIn7bn2jzrcsZOx9Yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/ZFrc90DfMn4cf8ntZmGFsoDmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/RLomaVOBWn4ep497QJJjpe1go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" For me, it really started by looking at people. There are just some really beautiful people in the world. When you’re walking down the street, or you’re at a restaurant, someone catches your eye because they have their own look. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It goes way beyond what they’re wearing-into their mannerisms, the way they smile, or just the way they hold themselves. &lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mary Kate Olsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with a little heart, it makes you special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I'm kind of contradicting myself by putting her pictures up there and that quote down there. HAAH WHATEVER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS ROCKSAND LOW RIDING LLAMAS AND HAVING HUMMUS! HAVE FUN BEING *offensive term that rhymes with fun* -AN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! (this weekend I made my mom fat or so she claims, I made her eat three different kinds of cake!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1776145543593010548?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1776145543593010548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/transcending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1776145543593010548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1776145543593010548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/transcending.html' title='TRANSCENDING'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1537547179322649996</id><published>2009-05-09T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:33:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takes da cake</title><content type='html'>Conversation that made my week. To protect the innocent (HAHAHAHAAH I KID), name of person will not be disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : (makes the russell peters wtf sign with my hands)&lt;br /&gt;x : why does everyone do that??&lt;br /&gt;me : it's the russell peters wtf sign. he does it when he says wtf!&lt;br /&gt;x : oh you mean the singapore ghost stories guy?&lt;br /&gt;me : ........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH. It's russell LEE by the way. so cute please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 Golden Bitching Steps to follow : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spot target.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitch about target in your head to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Discreetly tell your friend.&lt;br /&gt;4. Discreetly look when you PASS the target physically or when you are no longer in her line of vision.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be gleeful when both of you agree on bitched target.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I TEACH YOU HOW TO BITCH ABOUT ME ALREADY NEXT TIME STOP BEING SO OBVIOUS THANKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.....and thanks for being the icing on my crabby cupcake after a long and tiring day. Sigh science people! They just don't know how to bitch quietly you know! Bitch all you want I don't give a damn just don't point and stare......HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to contrast this unfortunate incident I actually bumped into alot of pretty nice mj people today. Some I don't know too well but still talked to, said hi or acknowledged and stuff. It was nice seeing nice people around. So thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1537547179322649996?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1537547179322649996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/takes-da-cake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1537547179322649996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1537547179322649996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/takes-da-cake.html' title='takes da cake'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-895387973524370220</id><published>2009-05-08T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:26:01.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day.......seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-895387973524370220?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/895387973524370220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/895387973524370220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/895387973524370220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-6235448597113042014</id><published>2009-05-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:52:44.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-6235448597113042014?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/6235448597113042014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6235448597113042014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/6235448597113042014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-4760768462138431456</id><published>2009-05-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:14:46.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2enoi38.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic made omu rice today!!!! (seriously, she made this. check out her name in tomato sauce. okay duh.) SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MELKANG AND J BTE MANAP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BECAUSE WE CAN ALL BE RECESSIONISTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheapo is the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to DIY the following soon : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ribbon ballet-tie flats&lt;br /&gt;2. Pocket tee&lt;br /&gt;3. Rosette pins, brooches and headband&lt;br /&gt;3. Glam up some cheapo stuff and make it into a shit-ass cool blazer because I am cheapo like that and cheapo is fun and satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;4. attempt some iron on experiment that might fail. with terribly epic proportions. oh well at least I can tell someone I burned a bag once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;5. do something with the things I planned to do ages ago but never got down to doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-4760768462138431456?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/4760768462138431456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4760768462138431456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/4760768462138431456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-is-fun.html' title='Food is fun!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2enoi38_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-2151209318661697621</id><published>2009-05-07T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:57:15.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi flend cheer up</title><content type='html'>For one hour of my life today, I felt like I was waiting to get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;executed&lt;/span&gt;. One by one! Name-calling! Four 'survivors'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there were a couple of friendly people around who helped to ease the tense atmosphere! Talked to four people, they were nice. It was pretty funny because we were all complaining about the same thing/in the same plight/managed to click pretty okay and laugh about stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relieved when the whole damn thing was over, I slept like a baby on the train ride back. I think people who saw me on the train thought I was high on drugs or somewhat wasted....what's new. NO I DO NOT TAKE DRUGS OR GET WASTED....I just look perpetually dumb and sleepy. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed for all of us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-2151209318661697621?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/2151209318661697621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying-to-pretend-that-im-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2151209318661697621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/2151209318661697621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying-to-pretend-that-im-quite.html' title='hi flend cheer up'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5078460760703035197</id><published>2009-05-05T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:31:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is before the crystal ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wednesday, August 02, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Went to mjc today with alison dearest to accompany her for the DSA Audition (somehow i regret not applying, oh well ): ).&lt;br /&gt;We talked to a couple of kids there ; A&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lison met her childhood friend Bernice (apparently, LOL.)&lt;/span&gt; And we talked to a couple of chai chee/coral secondary kids and everyone was like 'OMG IM SO SCARED!!!!" hahahaha. riiight, so we met adele/mel kang whom i haven't seen in ages!&lt;br /&gt;Mjc is big. B-I-G.&lt;br /&gt;To make things better, my mother called and started ranting about how I didn't apply to MJC on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;" WHY YOU NEVER APPLY?!!???????? YOURE WASTING A CHANCE!!!!!!! YADADADADA.(*$!$"&lt;br /&gt;"HAR??! HAR?!?!?! YOU MUST APPLY!!"&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;The people there are amusing, hahahaha. When we stepped through the front gate, this guy went "OI DONT DSA TO MJC!! SUCKS!!!" -_-.&lt;br /&gt;Another group of people went 'T..K..G...S..TKGS HI!!!!" and waved at us. I guess it must be the bloody uniform. Two green blobs against a sea of blue?&lt;br /&gt;And when we were leaving, a couple of kids we saw in the walkway looked at us and went 'WELCOME TO MJC! SAWADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKA' and clasped their hands and tipped their heads.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Okay maybe I might be going to jc after all. If I can get an L1R5 below 20, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha this was an entry I wrote ages ago. EH BERNICE THAT MEANS I MET YOU IN 2006 MAN. DO YOU REMEMBER?! I started laughing when I saw this!!!!!!!!! Hahahaha why do I have no recollection of any of this? I have the memory of a goldfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about prediction, I really ended up in MJC. Which apparently "Sucks." Nah it didn't it was pretty awesome man. THANKS PEISHI AND MEL FOR DROPPING BY TODAY! YOU MADE MY DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5078460760703035197?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5078460760703035197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-before-crystal-ball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5078460760703035197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5078460760703035197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-before-crystal-ball.html' title='This is before the crystal ball'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1644156907412630553</id><published>2009-05-05T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:19:57.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...................!!!!!!!!! wow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1644156907412630553?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1644156907412630553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1644156907412630553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1644156907412630553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-5360703071478351895</id><published>2009-05-04T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:16:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, I'm female!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf8aFm6c0YI/AAAAAAAAEyI/QM6BVyCjmoI/s1600-h/topshop+shorts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf8aFm6c0YI/AAAAAAAAEyI/QM6BVyCjmoI/s400/topshop+shorts.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332009167477330306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FOR THIS PAIR OF TOPSHOP SHORTS IN SIZE 8!!!!!!!!!!! ONLY!!!!!!!!!! ): or anything similar. okay I'm being very lame nobody reads this = posting here won't help in my mission but I had to write it down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO LOOKING FOR LIKE, AA POCKET MELANGE SKIRTS or stuff that looks like. those. skirts. and solid color skirts (no, I dont want the super tight fitting bandage ones please ewwwwww.....at least the tiered bandaged ones that don't cling to your hips, or something that looks relatively skirt-y and not so bandage), or tulip skirts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. k. will sell my clothes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BERNICE : HAHAHA YES SHE TOLD ME YOU POPPED BY! hey let's go eat or go out soon k!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week. I was happily walking along. Enjoying life. Soaking in the ambience of parkway. Okay I lied. I was running to work at berrylite because I was going to be late if I didn't. So my world of unicorns, rainbows and fluttering butterflies disappears when this blubbering idiot steps on my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait to be specific, the foot where I had an ingrown toenail. And the part of my foot where my ingrown toenail was. So I hobbled to berrylite and happily twirled yoghurt for the next 10 minutes or so, thinking my toe was feeling painful and then when I looked into my pumps the whole damn thing was bleeeeeding. HAHAHAHA what the hell right?!?! Like that also bleed? SO LOUSY. K nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a series of accidents like my mom trampling on it, my sister rolling a chair over it,and my drawer accidentally snapping on it and other random accidents and now I have a half-attached totally white colored opaque toenail that keeps oozing blood and pus like a free fountain with a very blue-ish toe. MY TOE LOOKS LIKE IT BELONGS TO A DEAD PERSON OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD SO DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought, maybe I should go to the doctor. Then I thought again. No-one ever died of having a weird looking toe right. To hell with my toe. So if it's not going to kill me I shouldn't really bother. Unless I have to amputate it. Hope the damn toenail drops out sooooooon yuckzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the whole point of this is today I ran to work (ok more like 3 steps one hop on one leg DANCING YO) with a dead toe on my foot thinking work started at 930. Knocked frantically on the store window. Then found out that work started at 10.................................CHAMPION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-5360703071478351895?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/5360703071478351895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-im-female.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5360703071478351895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/5360703071478351895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-im-female.html' title='Why, I&apos;m female!'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf8aFm6c0YI/AAAAAAAAEyI/QM6BVyCjmoI/s72-c/topshop+shorts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20161806.post-1332423973702514371</id><published>2009-05-03T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:54:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf26HbZnGMI/AAAAAAAAEyA/JH0VCK8V8IE/s1600-h/rant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf26HbZnGMI/AAAAAAAAEyA/JH0VCK8V8IE/s400/rant.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331622170653563074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what form do you find people? For most of eternity, compounds. Never elements. We always have too many strings attached, too many conditions attached, too many silly frivolous things that we make out to be important that we could very well do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day with all our civil pretensions, societal expectations, and etiquettes that we conjure up in an attempt to make ourselves seem like an upgraded version, it's really funny how we're just a bunch of living beings who are 2% more intelligent than apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how someone, or something else in another time might write about us as a species. Like how we compile definitions of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Humans&lt;/span&gt; - made themselves out to be very important. Once infested the earth 984791784 years ago (supposing we're extinct) Outnumbered all the other species, destroyed their habitats and killed them. Sucked up all of Earths' resources. Basically killed themselves. All 6.7 billion of them! Also attempted to kill each other's clans many times due to many unneccessary world wars. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my stand on how we came about, we really are just another species roaming the Earth just like all the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20161806-1332423973702514371?l=floppyass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/feeds/1332423973702514371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1332423973702514371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20161806/posts/default/1332423973702514371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floppyass.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/SzXUmfZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/gw_SKrlLiyE/S220/ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tGT6jmu2VJw/Sf26HbZnGMI/AAAAAAAAEyA/JH0VCK8V8IE/s72-c/rant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
