<?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-60052342162493496</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:09:20.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe together we can get somewhere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-4020263404572724524</id><published>2007-05-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:41:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never blog in such a long time sia. i like totally forgot abt this blog. hopefully sexy wont read this cos for sure she will go on and on abt how she created this blog and not blogging is somehow going to affect our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;this week has been wayyy hectic. ive been sleeping past 1 everyday. i dont know how i even survive. stupid gpp la. consumes so much of my sleeping and social life. but my social life is seriously dead. i only seem to go out on friday and saturday nights. the rest of the time i either do my hmk or study or suffer from aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going shopping with sexy. we usually just go check out hot mat security dudes. maybe thats the whole devious plan of takashimaya. put a hot mat up front and u get hordes of girls entering to check him out and meanwhile they get distracted by something from afar and are obligated to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;and on thu im going out with av and ray to jalan kayu. havent seen those ninkampoops in a while. need to catch up with each other, gossip and makan makan MAKAN. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it hurts when I think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when I let it sink in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watchin you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-4020263404572724524?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/4020263404572724524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=4020263404572724524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/4020263404572724524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/4020263404572724524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-blog-in-such-long-time-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-2942004217351895952</id><published>2007-04-26T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T03:35:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Today has been a bad day. my mum was admitted to the hospital and she might have diabetes. im praying she doesnt. cos it means we cant spend half our lives in the kitchen trying to concoct something. and i havent seen her in like 2 whole days. it feels so weird without her at home. and most likely she will be discharged on sat. but im hoping to go visit her tmw.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even figure out to work the damn washing machine! im turning the thing round and round and there are the usual washing machine sounds but there is no water! why do washing machines and sewing machines always have to be so hard to operate. maybe i should use joel's abs to wash the clothes cos apparently he does that. haha. i cant believe i found that hilarious. its damn stupid but at the same time freakishly hilary rious tan kheng hua.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i got an awesome 29/35 for econs! i was so excited. at first the mark thingy said i scored only 3. im so happy. i was, at that time, accepting the fact that i was the worst econs student to ever step into the compound of sr. but no! im not. i cant stop laughing but at the same time i feel damn sad. such an oxymoron. i desperately need chocolate now. if only u had your car then maybe u could get some for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-2942004217351895952?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/2942004217351895952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=2942004217351895952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/2942004217351895952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/2942004217351895952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-1640784964595505712</id><published>2007-04-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:42.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you more with every breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Rir-oTuRcSI/AAAAAAAAABo/VPfjzveW1o8/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056133500119380258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Rir-oTuRcSI/AAAAAAAAABo/VPfjzveW1o8/s320/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A whole year has passed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but your absence is still choking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never blog in such a long time all sia. Ive been busy with attending memorial masses. 30th day, 1st year. the whole deal. why is it that so many people tend to pass on in April. sucks la. touch rug camp has left me unable to move. my body is aching like i never knew it could. i dont think i would be even able to get out of bed for school tmw. i am not looking forward to it. we have geog lecture tmw! josephine and her nasal-ness. Actually im supposed to be completing my PI now but alas! i have drifted off. PW sucks. the whole A&amp;E and GOI crap. and ASPIRE! aah! i have so much to do in so little time. i might just have to suffer from yet another panic attack. GIVE ME BACK MY LIFE! i desperately need to go shopping and i need to meet ppl. lots of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-1640784964595505712?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/1640784964595505712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=1640784964595505712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/1640784964595505712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/1640784964595505712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-you-more-with-every-breath.html' title='i love you more with every breath'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Rir-oTuRcSI/AAAAAAAAABo/VPfjzveW1o8/s72-c/PICT0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-5453158305773151257</id><published>2007-04-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:42.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RhCJunqVSDI/AAAAAAAAABg/fRkb13UN8JY/s1600-h/brazil!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048686616295852082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="90" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RhCJunqVSDI/AAAAAAAAABg/fRkb13UN8JY/s320/brazil!.bmp" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I got my eyesight back! yay! words cannot express the extreme joy i feel now that i can actually open my eyes and see. i was however getting used to feeling around the house and 'bonking' into the furniture. Thankfully its nothing more than scratches on my eye. while waiting, some woman was telling my mum and i about her detached retina while i was writhing in pain. how is that helpful?! seriously! if i could see where she was sitting i would have punched her nose into her chickpea-sized brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;on the bright side, i get to stay home till wed so my eyes can heal. but then again, i will be loaded with econs, lit, GP and math(!) hmk. i so can wait for thursday to come. i am not looking forward to dressing up in that shitty uniform. as in literally. the colour looks like poop in the very murky waters of the toilet bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;and my dad hired some contractors to design my room. totally looking forward to the end result. and my dad is so hilarious when he is relating his design to the contractors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;daddy: "I think we should have a top-to-toe cupboard so she can hang all her gowns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;urm. i am not some socialite who attends balls every weekend. but im not objecting to extra storage. that way i can shop more. i need to shop. sexy, where are you when i need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-5453158305773151257?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/5453158305773151257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=5453158305773151257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/5453158305773151257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/5453158305773151257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-eyesight-back-yay-words-cannot.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RhCJunqVSDI/AAAAAAAAABg/fRkb13UN8JY/s72-c/brazil!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-3898450133533768576</id><published>2007-03-27T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:42.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RgkN2WHEATI/AAAAAAAAABU/o79Xfjhz7Vg/s1600-h/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046580084744651058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RgkN2WHEATI/AAAAAAAAABU/o79Xfjhz7Vg/s320/Photo0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       haha. looser la this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this picture and i couldnt stop laughing. i pity charb. everytime it rains, mummy makes him wear the craziest crap on his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is such a bore now. at least my class mates are entertaining. and the school hours are so freaking long. i end at 5 most of the days. and by the time 11pm comes im like a walking zombie. and its gonna be worse when i start cca. i dread the day that happens. and everywhere i go, ppl are studying. i mean it's march! school just started. why so studious? make me feel so guilty all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today ryan and preeti sang it's all about you by mcfly and i CANNOT get it out of my head. and the worse part is i hate that song! that was before i had to take some stupid malay test which i did not a understand a single word of. i seriously cannot wait for the june hols so i can actually return to my 4am-4pm sleeping pattern. i treasure those moments. now i gotta figure which task i should do for PW before veronica goes psycho on me saying i should realise i am now a jc student and how i should not plagarise cos she will be able to catch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-3898450133533768576?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/3898450133533768576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=3898450133533768576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/3898450133533768576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/3898450133533768576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RgkN2WHEATI/AAAAAAAAABU/o79Xfjhz7Vg/s72-c/Photo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-7942627777434040443</id><published>2007-03-07T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:06:31.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation today was sooo boring la. I mean what's with the talks? Not like anybody was even listening. and there's fusion night. at least i think that's what it's called. and we have to do the freaking chicken dance. i dont even know what significance it has at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's eye candy. Not fantabulously fantabulous but at least it will keep me sane for the next 2 years. And i hate the hours la. tell me it is inhumane to keep us there for practically 12 hours. How are we supposed to have a freaking life outside of school?! And now i have to start praying that i actually do well at the A's or im seriously screwed. SERIOUSLY. I honestly cannot wait to be done with the whole orientation crap and start work. at least i wont have to cramp up just sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i &lt;3 u sexy. Ur my sexy love. haha. Go become a nurse and introduce me to some hot doctors who will send my pulses racing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-7942627777434040443?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/7942627777434040443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=7942627777434040443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/7942627777434040443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/7942627777434040443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/03/orientation-today-was-sooo-boring-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-726215168689778752</id><published>2007-02-15T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:43.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RdQcri3x9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZiNultjS5Oo/s1600-h/Photo0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031678218100405634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RdQcri3x9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZiNultjS5Oo/s320/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's supposed to be a heart btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a pretty much sucky valentine's day yesterday. Went out for dinner at delifrance with my mum, aunties and the pest. But im sure sexy had a much more interesting valentine's date huh? and im sooo not being a bitch la. im just speaking the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later on, im going to watch ghost rider with my brother. It's some charity gala thing and i thought i had to wear a gown or something. It would have been weird la. People walking around in their sunday's best in Suntec City. But i mean they DID spend $100 on the tickets. I do not understand why anybody would pay a hundred bucks just to watch ghost rider. It's not like it's some oscar movie or something. I think it's crazy. I don't even know what charity im going to support by going to watch the movie. The charity people better use the money wisely or im gonna hunt them down i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-726215168689778752?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/726215168689778752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=726215168689778752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/726215168689778752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/726215168689778752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-supposed-to-be-heart-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RdQcri3x9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZiNultjS5Oo/s72-c/Photo0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-4013405242155031733</id><published>2007-02-11T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:58:23.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel damn sucky today. i dont even know why. i just dont feel like talking. and im starting to feel guilty for all the stuff i used to do. i was just thinking and i never realised i was such a major bitch. i hate people who are like who i used to be. and everyone tells me i did well for my O's but i still feel so stupid. i exceeded my expected by 3 points. i cant believe i did so badly. i could kill myself. i bet you i made so many careless mistakes. and everybody tells me i did well. but how is 18 points good? everybody else got like what? 11? maybe what they mean is i beat their expectations of getting like 25 points. stupid O's. stupid malay. its totally ruining my life. i just hope i get to do something i actually want to do or im seriously going to get over my fear of heights and jump off a building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-4013405242155031733?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/4013405242155031733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=4013405242155031733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/4013405242155031733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/4013405242155031733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-damn-sucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-6158934791296238912</id><published>2007-02-07T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:33:10.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh! results are coming out tmw! im so freaking nervous  that if i got a cent for every ounce of anxiety (if you could measure anxiety in ounces), i would be a trazillionaire right now. and everybody is coming over to my house tmw evening to celebrate me results. i mean seriously. gosh! that makes everything worse. i already told my mum that if she doesnt hear from me by 3 she should know that i decided to run away and leave my treacherous life behind. and everyone is all "oh! dont worry. you are gonna do well. at least u tried your best. u did didn't you?" but what if well isn't well enough. what if i end up a hobo because my family throws me out due to my embarrassing results and nobody wants to hire me because i got a bazillion points for my O's. maybe the stress will kill me even before i get my results. i want tomorrow to come but at the same time i dont want it to come. i just want to know how i fared then go on as if it never even happened. 23 more hours. im screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-6158934791296238912?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/6158934791296238912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=6158934791296238912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/6158934791296238912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/6158934791296238912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/02/ugh-results-are-coming-out-tmw-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-7602697949678785597</id><published>2007-01-27T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:43.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Rbs2xWOTp1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/6qrBnvj2Xgk/s1600-h/prom.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/RbszbGOTp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VFdqgI3aAfw/s1600-h/prom.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AVERIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You already 17 all. now action paction la. and being the humongous bum you are, you couldnt spare some time on the very day of the 25th of January to spend with oh-so-wonderful me. you're gonna get it from me. i swear! but i love you all the same you ninkampoop!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-7602697949678785597?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/7602697949678785597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=7602697949678785597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/7602697949678785597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/7602697949678785597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/01/pop.html' title='pop'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-174649839656162695</id><published>2007-01-23T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:13:01.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always rain on me?</title><content type='html'>Today pretty much sucked. much worse than a lollipop.  I really never thought you were capable of doing what you did to me. I dont think i could ever trust you ever again with anything. U took away something that meant alot to me to satisfy your selfish needs. you never EVER think about anyone but yourself. and to think i actually defended you. i feel so stupid now. everyone around me just seems to take advantage of me one by one. i trust people too easily. but you! i was born to trust you but day after day you make my life more of a living hell. just admit it. dont pretend you dont know what you did. I seriously cannot bear to look at you without me feeling disgust. ive had enough of you and the crap you give everybody. just grow up already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-174649839656162695?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/174649839656162695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=174649839656162695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/174649839656162695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/174649839656162695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title='Why does it always rain on me?'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-768706499722238664</id><published>2007-01-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:01:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a ticket to anywhere</title><content type='html'>Sexy just msged me. Sudden attack of depression all. Maybe because nazi not anywhere in sight. I really wanna know what he looks like. One of these days, im gonna pay sexy a visit and see whether he is all she says he is. I mean with a name like nazlee and all. doesnt sound as hot as she makes him to be. But he is a security guard who protects takashimaya from little boys' and fat mans'. And men who protect are sexy. Thats probably why policemen and fireman outfits are so popular at chippendale's. Sexy protectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today i got really affected when my mum's friend asked if i was the same age as her son who is like what 14? I mean seriously! I just turn 16 and ppl think im 14?! and the other day when taking the cab, the taxi driver believed my aunty when she said i was 12. Backsides. Do i really look that young?! i mean seriously! Im like emotionally affected. But maybe it will work to my advantage when im 50 but i look only 40. That would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmw i have to wake up at 6.40 again just to go to work. I mean its not like the kids come so early. I hate work. It's so damn stressful! Kids screaming and talking back. Kids these days are too pampered la. When i was young i would get caned for every little thing and now u can get jailed if u hit a kid. well not in singapore la but still crazy la these law makers! they prob got abused as kids. Loosers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-768706499722238664?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/768706499722238664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=768706499722238664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/768706499722238664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/768706499722238664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-ticket-to-anywhere.html' title='I want a ticket to anywhere'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-5934538378381018588</id><published>2007-01-17T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:26:43.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time has a habit for slipping away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Ra8Tr2OTpzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4OZ51nOxKpg/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021253753552217906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Ra8Tr2OTpzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4OZ51nOxKpg/s320/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday sexy and i went back to school in our school uniforms to try and relive the whole going-to-school vibe. but it didnt work. It didnt feel like it used to. i miss school. miss lit lessons. we r planning to just stroll into one of mrs tans lit lessons and go " Sorry we're late". ahaha. that would be hilarious la. but we could be arrested for trespassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently sexy and i have been talking alot non-stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont ever rmb having this much to talk about ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its awesome sexy. and ur the bestestest. I LOVE YOU LA BUM BUM! but i know u love me so much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dad is so funnily retarded la. i asked him if i could go meet sexy after work today and he said "yea sure" and he couldnt think of a cautionary advice to provide me with so he said " You better be careful bern! You know because today is thursday and all." HAHA. bum bum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-5934538378381018588?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/5934538378381018588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=5934538378381018588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/5934538378381018588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/5934538378381018588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-has-habit-for-slipping-away.html' title='time has a habit for slipping away'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KUXepSI4Dg/Ra8Tr2OTpzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4OZ51nOxKpg/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60052342162493496.post-2724771853338553019</id><published>2007-01-11T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:47:59.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>So finally i DID get a new blog. but i am still trying to figure out the whole template thingy. its seriously mind boggling! i dunno how jas did it the other time. apparently its not xng or sth compatible or sth. n it says its very easy for those who dont enjoy dealing directly with html. um....no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to work today. sucked as usual. actually it starts off fine then the kids start to tick me off one by one. im supposed to cane me but i cant cos my dad doesnt believe in beating kids n he told me he will be utterly dissappointed if i actually hit anybody. my dad sucks when he is dissappointed. he gives me the whole i-am-so-dissappointed-in-you look. (is that how u really spell dissappointed?) but the kids get scared when they see me with the cane anyway. haha. loosers. and to think i was actually once that little pain in the ass. but it hasnt changed my decision of having 5 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met sexy at hougang mall. it was fun. still talking abt the mango toothpick. then we went to gelare n we stood there for practically 10 mins trying to figure out the diff between a regular cone and a waffle cone then we figured out they were BOTH made of waffles. and seriously ah it looked like hurrican katrina hit sexy's ice cream. half of her freaking cone was all over the table with her rum &amp;amp; raisin ice cream. so much for getting high. haha. i had wild strawberry cos im wild. haha. sexy wanted vanilla bean. maybe cos she has a secret humongolicious crush on mr bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun sexy! i love all the shit we talk abt. ur rweally an omgxz friend. and i know u miss me dun lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60052342162493496-2724771853338553019?l=crashandbern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/feeds/2724771853338553019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=60052342162493496&amp;postID=2724771853338553019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/2724771853338553019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/60052342162493496/posts/default/2724771853338553019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashandbern.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>bern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379743135489262681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
