<?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-5789239146476882359</id><updated>2011-11-29T02:01:45.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOING YOUR MUM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2939587167206318747</id><published>2010-05-11T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:59:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout-out: I have more than 100 comments asking me not to delete. I am NOT deleting, just gon stop. I hope we have that cleared up okay? Okay. I will still reply on formspring and perhaps be more active on twitter.  x</title><content type='html'>- &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/doingyourmum"&gt;http://formspring.me/doingyourmum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/doingurmum"&gt;http://twitter.com/doingurmum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Sorry babies, link was wrong. It's doingurmum instead :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2939587167206318747?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2939587167206318747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2939587167206318747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/shout-out-i-have-more-than-100-comments.html' title='Shout-out: I have more than 100 comments asking me not to delete. I am NOT deleting, just gon stop. I hope we have that cleared up okay? Okay. I will still reply on formspring and perhaps be more active on twitter.  x'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3380632515769487900</id><published>2010-05-11T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:41:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S-g8UxJ6JRI/AAAAAAAACRM/8LicvlaHjio/s320/2_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello you guys! Picture from quite awhile back hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it for quite awhile and I've decided to stop blogging altogether. I'll leave my blog here; I won't delete it, I'm just going to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started blogging, it was to pen down my days, it was to record down every little event be it happy or sad. I wanted to remember my life. It was silly, no doubt. I blogged about how far we walked and how much we talked, about how the most mundane things in life. And yet, people listened. Nobody listened to me then, nobody gave a shit about a 13 year old's life, but my readers did. It sparked my interest in blogging. I didn't care what people thought of me, I wanted to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, traffic to my blog increased. People started getting judgmental. I refrained very much from writing most things, and yet trying to make it seem as though I am not giving a shit about anyone or anything. Truth is, it did affect me then that people thought that way of me. Gradually, I stopped blogging everything. I wanted to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am giving up. I am giving up trying to please any of you. Sure, I do not care that much about what you people think anymore, but so fucking what? I won't deny that I am still affected, even if it is just a tiny bit. My life isn't perfect, and my blog, which I created to remember even the imperfections of life, has turned into just the happier moments. I have to stop myself before I post, re-read the whole post to make sure it's alright, and then post it. I have to make sure there isn't an ugly picture of me, that my blog posts wouldn't offend anyone unintentionally, I have to make sure of so many things. Blogging used to be something that comforted me, I could rant and rant and I would never be stopped, but it's different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I cannot take it, neither is it stressful for me. What I am trying to say is that I don't enjoy blogging anymore. Know that I love each and every one of you who have left me some of the nicest comments, and I thank you all for following me, however long it has been. You guys are the nicest bunch of people I have ever and will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm done replying on formspring so go check it out if you've left something for me over the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well today, and will be tomorrow and any day following that. I love you guys :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3380632515769487900?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3380632515769487900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3380632515769487900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-you-guys-picture-from-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S-g8UxJ6JRI/AAAAAAAACRM/8LicvlaHjio/s72-c/2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3508460279054600083</id><published>2010-05-10T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:52:33.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S-cvdJey2NI/AAAAAAAACQ8/XLpc_Qqy3H4/s400/Picture0219.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiya luv, howya doin luv?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you miss me, luv? For I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about love? Do you love me, luv? For I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all my heart and all my soul, trust me, luv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pack my room now. I'll clean out my wardrobe and fold my clothes. I'll change the sheets, mop the floor, clean the shelves and put everything in it's rightful place. Then, I'll make myself a nice cup of tea and listen to Elvis Presley, and perhaps even study. I shall write after that, you don't have to know what, I just will. I will write until my hands are sore and my fingers cramp, and then I will return to slumber. This is how my day will be and I will fucking stick to it. I am a wreck right now, but I won't be one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe tomorrow I will do that. I just want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;REPLIED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S-dyWloXyyI/AAAAAAAACRE/Q2iJm6ipHj8/s320/omg.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't replied to all. Will do so when I get up. Goodnight/morning loves, leave me more shit in my formspring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3508460279054600083?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3508460279054600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3508460279054600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/hiya-luv-howya-doin-luv-do-you-miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S-cvdJey2NI/AAAAAAAACQ8/XLpc_Qqy3H4/s72-c/Picture0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1218268363881769150</id><published>2010-05-06T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:23:14.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today is the last day, the last day I'll be seeing you, the last day of hearing your voice, the last day of us. I wish I persuaded you more to turn yourself in, to be good and not do what you did. Every day, we have to fear that you would be caught, that you would be screened. Ironic how it is usually the teenagers that fear being screened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people unwilling to wait, so many who fell for temptation, some because they could not take the feeling of absence of a loved one and decided to find another, others because they stopped loving. Most girls fall in love with a guy whom they think can understand them, a guy they once confided in, but you don't have to worry about me doing that because I swear on all my bags that I will not meet a single guy that isn't related to me. I know I'm young and people tell you that I'd be led astray, but when I know what I want, I'll be damned if I don't get it, with time not a factor. In other words, when I am determined enough, and when I know that something, or somebody in this case, means too much for me to lose, I will not give in. Sure, I&amp;nbsp; may be influenced, but the choice is still mine, no? I'm not going to steal just because my friends do, neither am I going to do drugs or whatever it is just because my friends do so (just an example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know so much more about me than anyone would ever know, and you have accepted the past I refrained from telling you because I was afraid you would act otherwise. I would never leave you because if I do, you would probably get angry and tell my secrets to your friends. Hehehe, okay not that but I'm sure you know why I wouldn't leave you. To love you and have you love me back just the same is enough to satisfy me, and I have said that if someone can make me, a materialistic person who believes love is justified by money and bags, contented with nothing, then he shall be everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will miss you terribly. I will miss every single thing we  have done. Do not fret over how I will be, and what I will do in the  time being. Apart from telling you my plans, I have already done up a  whole check-list of things I'd do. I'd miss you, I'd miss everything about you. From the little gestures to the large sacrifices, from the laughs to tears and from the best of times to the worst, I will miss each and every one of them solely for the reason that you are a part of that memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I fucking love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1218268363881769150?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1218268363881769150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1218268363881769150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-today-is-last-day-last-day-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-326924112812501280</id><published>2010-05-04T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:12:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I know blog titles are supposed to be what your blog post is about and not your/my mood but whatever. I'm so smiley sunshine today. Thank you for the concern, I love you guys so much! I don't care if I don't know most of you personally heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up real early today like 9 am or maybe 10 but who the fuck cares, I'm fucking early! Oh I just remembered blog hopping a few nights ago and I saw this girl going, "Oh, I'm gonna fail my C lit test.." and my initial reaction was "HAHAHAH CLIT TEST". Okay sorry, I'm really annoying. If you sit beside me and say stuff like nipple, penis, testicles, I will start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing clothes I bought on impulse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis &amp;amp; dad thought it would be funny to leave me two $2 notes and a $1 note in a red packet and tell me it's my pocket money. I don't think the notes are even usable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took 5 minutes. I'm in such a happy mood today, it's kinda annoying. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I hate Chelsea. hehehehehe&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/5789239146476882359-326924112812501280?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/326924112812501280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/326924112812501280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2754484944678915060</id><published>2010-05-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:25:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S920vYLHM7I/AAAAAAAACQs/eoztnp30Wsc/s400/Picture01982.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel fucking shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is me trying to look fine and dandy and failing very much in the process. This is also me without make up. I know it doesn't seem so but my eye circles will prove you wrong. I just want to be alone with my tea, my music and nothing but. I'm going to bed now :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2754484944678915060?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2754484944678915060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2754484944678915060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/05/pessimistic.html' title='Pessimistic'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S920vYLHM7I/AAAAAAAACQs/eoztnp30Wsc/s72-c/Picture01982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7859574308501058805</id><published>2010-04-29T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:42:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasts</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I have many things I want to tell you, but never have I had the courage to do so. Sometimes I cry because I do not like being introspective, and yet, I am afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of how the person would react, afraid of being judged. To speak my mind has never been my forte, and contrary to that, I much prefer putting my feelings into words whereby it is read and not heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I want to start off by thanking you. I know I repeat myself a whole lot on this, but you have made me the happiest girl alive. I want to thank you because before you, my happiness was based on materialism. My whole life was a facade because I wasn't happy, and yet I had to be, and then you came. You showed me how it was to be happy even with nothing, and yet have nothing seem as though it is everything. You taught me how to love, how to trust and how to cherish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have always felt more comfortable around you, whether you realize it or not. Before we were together, whenever I was alone, you would be by my side. I was never good with speaking up, never good with talking to strangers, and even though I hardly spoke to you, you were the one who put me at ease amongst everyone else. Remember when we first met? You made fun of my voice and you talked to me as if you'd known me well enough. Instead of the usual, "Hello, I'm (insert name), nice to meet you!", you spoke to me as if I were a friend. Gradually, we became friends. You asked me out, you called me late at night and we had the most amusing chats I have ever had. I looked forward to texts from you telling me that you would call, and every night I go to bed happy because of that one phone call that made me laugh. You were different, a pity I didn't realize that sooner. Then, the time came when you stopped contacting me. Admittedly, I was wondering why you didn't want to talk to me anymore, but being the cowardly shit I am, I didn't ask, and instead, waited. Throughout that period of time, I went through so much hurt, so much lies and so much shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you texted me, promptly 2 weeks before your birthday. I was elated then to know that I had not lost a friend who I had once spent the happier moments of my life talking to. I didn't know it was your birthday then, not until you asked me what I would be giving you. Not long after, I met up with you at Tiong Bahru Plaza. You were sitting outside the arcade, at the escalator, decked in your usual black tee and jeans. When you looked up, you smiled and the first words uttered out of your mouth were, "Ago-go uh? Heh heh.". We went to Tower B to smoke, and Zairong came. You introduced me to him, which was pretty redundant considering he seldom spoke to, or bothered about me. We then walked about NTUC, and I remember you tricking me that the tomatoes had holes in them. You left the both of us together while you went to find Shermaine, your then girlfriend, and came back sad. You said that you 2 were no longer together and you confided in me. We went to Jasper's old house where you went swimming and fell sick later on at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, slowly but surely, the relationship between us got better. I found myself liking you more, although at that point of time, I has just broke up with Ryon. I have a soft spot for guys who're there for me, and you just happened to be the one. I confided in you, seeked comfort in you and you cheered me up. You started to ask me for hugs and when I finally gave you one, in the aracade, I remember, you were so happy. It was the first time I've ever hugged you and you felt so soft and warm. You started planting little kisses on my face and I would avoid you. I wasn't sure I wanted to be with you then, I was afraid you would hurt me like Ryon did, or any other guy that I had been with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of August, 2009, you asked me to meet you. I went down to Tiong Bahru Plaza after my exams and we walked and talked. You constantly asked me to be with you but I never agreed, though the thought of it has occured in my mind before. We were at Ho Swee and you were drinking with your friends when you suddenly whispered in my ear, "Be my girlfriend, okay?". I said yes, though it was a spur of the moment thing. I liked you, I didn't love you then. Never have I expected that the little "spur of the moment" would result in all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I loved a guy so much that a day spent without him renders me at a loss. To love you was one of the greatest things to befall upon me, and to have you love me back just the same was, and still is, euphoric. Every now and then, I am afraid you would hurt me, that you would leave me and be like every other guy, but time and time again, you have proved me wrong. Your perfection lies in your imperfections and I love you for who you are. Our love has been the only thing I trusted would last till the day we part our bodies, and every day I love you just a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that I will be good, because you are who I love and live for, my everything, whom I am nothing without. I want you by my side, and mine only, always and forever. I want to spend my life with you, study together like we planned to, grow old together. I want to do everything and anything with you and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, always had and always will.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7859574308501058805?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7859574308501058805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7859574308501058805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/lasts.html' title='Lasts'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2427530418689356247</id><published>2010-04-27T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T04:17:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>∞</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9XP73gYnhI/AAAAAAAACQE/nbGRvUYG5qU/s320/VWNUM8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9Xu6NUUoJI/AAAAAAAACQU/dd93pIhcCQM/s200/100416_183703.jpg" width="149" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9Xu4eZjFjI/AAAAAAAACQM/9T-EcllvYbI/s200/100416_183635.jpg" width="150" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9Xu7Ar1lmI/AAAAAAAACQc/zjAJbDa7xWo/s200/100416_183825.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(taken sometime back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 8th month :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.”&lt;br /&gt;- TTTW&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 8 months you have made me so happy. I'm not happy all the time. I am but human and I have emotions. But I must say that I am pretty fulfilled most of the time. It doesn't have to do with materialistic goods and accomplishing something, neither is it something that makes me laugh. It's more to do with the one person who has made me feel so much contentment with nothing, and yet nothing seems as though it is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I may laugh myself silly, but then again, what happens when it stops being funny? I may feel that sense of accomplishment when I solve something, but the excitement dies down when I am faced with another difficulty. I get excited when I go shopping, but I would eventually get bored of that bag, grow out of those clothes and despise the pair of stilettos I once would kill for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happy is a different happy. Perhaps one day it will end (though I hope not), but right now, I am contented; I am fulfilled. So what if there are downs to this, it makes the ups more worthwhile, it makes me want to cherish the happiness more and from there, whenever I experience even the slightest form of happy, I am contented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know, this has been the longest I have stuck with throughout a relationship. The previous would last up to a month or two. I have had the worst experiences with guys so much so I swore to myself that the next relationship I get myself into, I will not love the guy with all my heart. To be hurt, rejected and cheated on has been one of my greatest fears in a relationship. On the 26th of August, 2009, I broke that oath. Most people would have been disappointed with themselves to break a promise they have made, but I'm well glad I did. Because what I thought would turn out to have a horrid ending in a few months time has actually made me so happy, so much so it has changed my perception of things. I'm sure many would know, and I even have people telling me that I seem so much happier, and I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, at times I complain and I think tbf is horridly obnoxious, selfish and indignant. However, nothing ever pleases me completely and yet, I am happy just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about life, about the past, present and future, when we laugh at the silliest things till our sides hurt, when we try to draw each other, when we would write silly little post-it notes and stick them up, when we take ugly pictures, or proper ones, when we talked about anything and everything and even when we sit in silence, it is enough to draw a smile on my face and at that point of time, there is nothing that would mar or tarnish this happiness we have. From that, I know that if one were to make me euphoric from even the simplest of things, I would know well enough that I want to spend my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I am told that I am too young, that I am giving myself false hopes, that I should put my life and studies a priority. But you know what? Fuck you, fuck all of you. I know damn well I'm 14/15, but that does not hold me back. It is not immaturity on my part because I have thought about it, the pros and cons, and I would very much rrather a life poor and happy than to be rich and depressed. I love money, but buying things brings comfort and comfort is not what makes me happy. Staying in my comfort zone the whole time is boring. Take for instance my fear of heights. I am terrified by it, and yet going on a roller coaster excites me. If I had stayed on the ground while everyone else were to go on it, and have them tell me, "Oh, it was so fun!", would only bring me regret that I had not tried it. Life is short and you only live once (no, I do not believe in reincarnation), I do not want to restrain myself from excitement just because of a minor setback. &lt;i&gt;Afterall, it is not the years in your life that count. It is the life in your years&lt;/i&gt; (- Abraham Lincoln). The same goes for false hopes. I quote from The Time Traveller's Wife, "&lt;i&gt;Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?&lt;/i&gt;".&amp;nbsp; Also, &lt;i&gt;the way I see it isn’t necessarily the way you see it, or the way it is, or ought to be&lt;/i&gt; (- Abraham Lincoln). Lastly, if by any chance this were to be truly a false hope that I held on to, then I would just let it be a lesson for me :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love your flaws because it is what makes you, you. It makes you the person I love. I will stand by you through the worst of times, my ear ready to listen and my shoulder ready to cry on. I want to be that part of your life you tell people you had no regrets for, the happy part. I love you, always had and always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2427530418689356247?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2427530418689356247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2427530418689356247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_27.html' title='∞'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9XP73gYnhI/AAAAAAAACQE/nbGRvUYG5qU/s72-c/VWNUM8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2257963176937577654</id><published>2010-04-27T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:49:24.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgust</title><content type='html'>As you people know, I get VERY agitated whenever someone copies me. Why? Because it pisses me off when I put effort into something I do, and have someone copy me just like that. I have said before, and I repeat myself, that imitation is the simplest form of flattery, but if you want to flatter me, tell me I'm pretty, throw me a fucking compliment instead of ripping off what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripping my pictures and ideas are bad, but not as fucked up as when you just copy and paste something that I have typed out from my heart. I mean, MY heart, not yours. I have also said that it is okay to share the same opinion as me, but to rip me off is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it. How would you like it if you typed out something you truly meant and have someone simply copy and paste it? No credits, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I look past the things I post on tumblr because on tumblr, you can reblog. I looked past the fact that you saved the pictures and then posted it on tumblr instead of clicking the reblog button. What I cannot look past, however, is the fact that you fucking copied and pasted the whole damn thing to your fucking tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna tell me that it was your friend who told you to type that out? Or that it happened to be coincidental? Or you thought of it before? I've heard enough of those excuses, so if you would like to defend yourself, come up with something much more original :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, say hello to my new fan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kylvepI97P1qayaxjo1_500.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tianyu of &lt;a href="http://fxckingnonsense.tumblr.com/"&gt;fxckingnonsense@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, you can click on the link to get to her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress, I really hate it when I see a link in a post which doesn't link me to wherever that website is when I click it. I then have to copy and paste the link or type it out to get to that site. I know it's a silly little pet peeve, but it just irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear Tianyu here hates her mum. She wants to get thrown out because she can't stand the incessant naggings of her mum. Also, she complains about how her mum is more bias to her, by asking her out and only talking to her sister. According to her, her sister holds a master degree and studies in a university in Oxford. To me, that's pretty impressive, but she shares a totally different opinion. I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I swear I hate my Mum , keep forcing to go out with her when she only  chat with my sis when we are out . I hate that sister of mine , always  get the attention of that bitch . Whatever she wants or like , she get  it , and it is nice to my mum . So what she study well&amp;nbsp;? Big fuck&amp;nbsp;? Just  a master degree and university in Oxford . In this society , anyone can  get a job . Some people don’t even get a job when they have masters and  all . -.-"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anyone can get a job. But if you wanna be a screw up in life, then the only jobs you get will put probably a thousand or less in your pocket a month. And I know haters would go, "Hey Ashley, you don't even go to school, who are you to comment?". Well, just so you know, I AM going back to school. I know damn well that if I do not, I'd end up like this little bitch over here and I wouldn't want that, now would I? I'm pretty sure with how I am with money, I would not be contented earning a thousand a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, your mum nags because she doesn't want you to be a failure at life. If she didn't give a fuck and wanted you out of the house, she wouldn't have pulled you back. People say things out of anger. I guess you have a mindset of a 13 year old rebellious "lianny" wannabe. You don't give a shit about studies, you think everyone is treating you unfairly and to you, the only people you should be with are friends. Tell me now, that "best friend" you had in preschool (everyone has one), is she still with you? From your tumblr, I've learned that many of your friends have lied to you and done whatever a true friend would not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"SERIOUSLY , I dont see why she kept nagging at me  , endless time . She wanna throw me out&amp;nbsp;? YAY-NESS . Months ago , i  already opened my door and leave , but she pull me back . She ever dare ,  c’mon . I got elsewhere to stay . Throw me outtttt ~"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your friend's parents willing to take you in? Can you stay there forever? Are you so thick skinned that you are able to just lay back and relax while freeloading off of someone else? Your mum gives you money, she brought you up; You didn't teach yourself shit in life, and the friends you have are not the ones that have took care of you since birth. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has nothing to do with the copying but it just pisses me off to see this whiny vagina so ungrateful to someone that has brought her up. There are people who have no parents and yearn for one, people who get abused to death by their parents, and you put it in such a way that a slap to your face is wrong and you would rather do without your mum? It disgusts me to no end. Firstly, you wouldn't be here bitching on tumblr if not for your mum, but frankly speaking, I'd much rather you not be around. This earth has enough of your kind, and I have enough of people pissing me off. Secondly, you deserve being hit. They say "spare the rod and spoil the child", which I very much believe is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so on to the copying bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9XDR3gqHsI/AAAAAAAACP8/we-i7A-WpHg/s1600/OMGSHIT.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9XDR3gqHsI/AAAAAAAACP8/we-i7A-WpHg/s640/OMGSHIT.bmp" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start off with the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 25, I posted a post titled "You're blind to your flaws". It was an angst-filled one because I quarreled with tbf the moment I woke up. I was well pissed when I wrote it. What about you, &lt;i&gt;Tianyu&lt;/i&gt;? Did you feel angry when you copied and pasted that? Do you also want to be away from anything and everything for as long as you could? Was it that you shared a similar opinion and decided that ripping me off would be the fucking best thing to do? Well good for you, now you're getting criticized by the person you decided to offer "the simplest form of flattery" to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one, posted on April 20th, is titled "asdhjsk" (which was randomly typed out). Tbf asked me to type out something nice about him, about us. So okay, it wasn't a great feat for me, iit was simply blogging. So tell me, are you also not the best person to be with? Is it true that you are also unattractive (rhetorical question, answer is yes) and that you have bullshit up your sleeves? Do you also whine and irritate the fuck outta people and have exaggerated actions? Does your special someone love you as if you were to be flawless and do so much for you? Do you love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty fucking sure if he meant so much to you, you could have came up with a good enough post to express your feelings for him, much rather than to rip it off my blog. Oh, I'm sure he would be very glad to know that what you typed that was supposedly heartfelt and meant to express how much you loved him was ripped off. The next time I want to tell people how much I loved them, I would just pull up someone's blog and quote them, and then act as if I thought that up on my own by providing no credits. I mean, that is so fucking meaningful, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the kissing the lips thing? Did you think that up yourself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianyu, you disgust me. You're fucking stupid because you think, "Oh, what the heck, I won't get caught doing this!", without knowing that the internet is open to the public eye. It just so happens that someone who reads my blog, reads yours too. By the way, she's from your school too :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next fan would probably be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANG CHIN GEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck yeah, this girl is back. If you've followed me long enough, you would know of the infamous Chin gee, who poses as Vanessa. The last time she did this to us, I managed to get to her cbox and hack it, with the password "cutecutemonitress", yes, spelled exactly like that. And I know I'm so fucking awesome for managing to find out her cbox login and password, but they were just wild guesses and I have too much time on my hands *flips hair*. Oh the point is that the ip were all the SAME. Yes, not even similar, they were the fucking same. Which proves very much that there are actually people who have no lives and dedicate their existence to trying to piss people off. I still have her phone number, by the way. Hehehe. Yeah, so anyway, she's back but this time round, I'm pretty busy so feel free to just visit her blog @ &lt;a href="http://immacrazy-bitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;immacrazy-bitch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2257963176937577654?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2257963176937577654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2257963176937577654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/disgust.html' title='Disgust'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9XDR3gqHsI/AAAAAAAACP8/we-i7A-WpHg/s72-c/OMGSHIT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1286931652462107719</id><published>2010-04-25T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:21:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're blind to your flaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS IS SHIT AND I AM WELL PISSED OFF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just woke up and I'm in no mood to go back to bed so yea, whatever. I want to be away from anything and everything for as long as I can. Everyone's just out to piss me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1286931652462107719?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1286931652462107719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1286931652462107719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-shit-and-i-am-well-pissed-off.html' title='You&apos;re blind to your flaws'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8853555951910930098</id><published>2010-04-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:15:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9QHNWNuYDI/AAAAAAAACO8/55v5IrASBUs/s320/15735_100510129975157_100000485109732_11610_7181136_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9QHPQVZcvI/AAAAAAAACPE/RcNgJDUjWLg/s320/15735_100510133308490_100000485109732_11611_6309898_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8853555951910930098?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8853555951910930098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8853555951910930098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9QHNWNuYDI/AAAAAAAACO8/55v5IrASBUs/s72-c/15735_100510129975157_100000485109732_11610_7181136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5334401022326840208</id><published>2010-04-25T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:21:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Him: &lt;/b&gt;You smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him: &lt;/b&gt;You disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Say people say yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIII okay my eye is well swollen. I am gon look for shades or something even though I really dislike wearing them but yea, rather this than to go out looking like someone struck me with a blow hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1epokBJsI1qa9flpo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1272242640&amp;amp;Signature=2c80I710Lib1dqmFwtfEbdFP3%2FM%3D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I haven't showered yet ehehehe bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5334401022326840208?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5334401022326840208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5334401022326840208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/him-you-smelly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6786180916271850927</id><published>2010-04-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:33:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG you guys. Okay, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9LQKThin3I/AAAAAAAACO0/Piv74I1LkYo/s400/Picture0194.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just real bored. Tbf has a headache so here I am, stuck at home and bored to death. I'm so mad at myself. I wanna smoke really badly, but I have no cigarettes, and whenever I have none, I eat. I eat non-stop and I get fucking fat. Look at my fucking fat face. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a good mood asdhjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gon call tbf so ta ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6786180916271850927?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6786180916271850927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6786180916271850927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/omg-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9LQKThin3I/AAAAAAAACO0/Piv74I1LkYo/s72-c/Picture0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4634781347202323180</id><published>2010-04-21T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:50:58.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things on my mind. Gtfo please, I need sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just about hear the little voice in my head telling me that this is not an appropriate time to be on blogger. Well, fuck you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfghjksjfgakervwetkxrinwhlekjheukrcgb&lt;br /&gt;wekrcgebckrjebrcnehrcnlekcthjernclorunchtetkl&lt;br /&gt;wejtcge bkrtcher lkthvevtbrtlkeshnctlehte&lt;br /&gt;kergtcklehtclkeuchtlkejghldv tbherkltcne&lt;br /&gt;ehgtcertyveictnyyyyyyvbeoty&lt;br /&gt;wectyneotyw3euitxenriweyrcebuicygtvbeurthceo&lt;br /&gt;ertuyevtyiniyrcreyoctmyerctiny&lt;br /&gt;retycvetyecetbbeoxtmwiuertyeiutyncocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, decipher it. ok sorry, it doesn't even make sense. I just got frustrated okay? okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4634781347202323180?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4634781347202323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4634781347202323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-many-things-on-my-mind-gtfo-please.html' title='Too many things on my mind. Gtfo please, I need sleep.'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2861302744879461612</id><published>2010-04-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:09:31.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdhjsk</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not the best person in the world to be with. I'm not attractive, I have a whole lot of bullshit up my sleeves, I whine and irritate the fuck out of you, and my actions are, more often than not, exaggerated. But you have loved me as if I were to be flawless, you have done so much for me and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as the stars are twinkling and the sun is shining, so long as the air fills my lungs and my heart beats, I will love you. I will love you with every fiber of my being, with each and every breath I take and so much more than I can comprehend. I love you and have never, for a moment, stopped loving you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you really have to shut up and listen okay? okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2861302744879461612?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2861302744879461612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2861302744879461612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/asdhjsk.html' title='asdhjsk'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8284027356336290822</id><published>2010-04-19T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:31:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S8tbbMBzO1I/AAAAAAAACOs/tN0FeHucyK0/s400/Picture0108.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys :') Questions in formspring are piling up but I really can't be fucked to reply right now. But don't stop asking, if you will, because I would love to reply, just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really into drawing, although I'm not very good at it. Yeah the only reason I came online is because I needed a picture, and I figured I'd just do a really short post that, give or take, would consume less than 5 minutes of my time. I just hate knowing that my blog has been empty for however long it has been so and not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everyone's been telling me that I'm fatter now! Just a year ago, people told me my face was sunken in and now, I'm being told I'm chubby. I'm consuming way too much food, although I'm pretty sick now. I've been puking up prolly half of what I eat everyday and it sucks. I'm not anorexic, the food just won't stay down :'( Apart from that, I've got a really bad cough (better now, but still bad) because a certain someone was kind enough to cough in my face. And I had flu, but it's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and that picture above was taken at McD's a couple of weeks ago. Almost bare-faced because my make up was faded. My eyes are so brown, I'm so happy! It's pretty brown irl, lighter than most people, and I like it but not everyone does, but fuck them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, this was done really quick so pardon the typos, if any. I'm gonna return to drawing and prolly stop when it gets too late. Love y'guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8284027356336290822?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8284027356336290822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8284027356336290822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohai.html' title='OHAI'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S8tbbMBzO1I/AAAAAAAACOs/tN0FeHucyK0/s72-c/Picture0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3249318152989655832</id><published>2010-04-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:26:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm under a great deal of stress right now.</title><content type='html'>I need..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - a hug&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - tea&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - a shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, have not been posting much. Probably because I haven't been up to anything special. I'll be going to school real soon, or so I think. I'm not very sure myself. I'm pretty unstable and uncertain about many things right now. Rest assured this isn't some attention seeking, emo nemo post. It's normal to be unsure of stuff. I just need time to sort it all out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my sister borrowed Dear John for me. She borrowed it in large print too, which is good since my sight isn't very good, and it makes it much easier to read. Yeah so I love her more now, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, formspring is being shit and some of the questions I answer do not come up. I've had this problem before but it came back up the next day, though this one isn't working the same. So if you would be nice enough to repeat your question, I would most certainly answer it. Sorry, though! And yeah, I answered/replied to the recent questions/comments already ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3249318152989655832?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3249318152989655832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3249318152989655832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-under-great-deal-of-stress-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m under a great deal of stress right now.'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8962611003036663847</id><published>2010-04-08T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:45:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twats</title><content type='html'>It's a pity guys think with their dicks. No wonder why all you twats are so fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ripped off of me again. I am getting tired of this. For fuck's sake, people, when others put in effort to do something, be it huge or otherwise, you do not just rip them off like this. Arguably, the background isn't made by me, but ffs, when I spend time to lighten my background to just the right color, it is still considered effort. Can't any of you have the decency to ask beforehand? (&lt;a href="http://thrillsandlollipops.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://thrillsandlollipops.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; triggered it. Plus "blame it on the alcohol"? It's from a song but I can't possibly believe you didn't change it when you found my tumblr, what with the bg and all, now can I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm in a bad mood so please pardon me. I'm under a great deal of stress right now and I feel fucking horrible so please do not provoke me, at least not now. I'm sleeping in my parents' room tonight because I feel so alone in mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't get why you guys are so hell bent on seeing my face without make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7zfpwRP4zI/AAAAAAAACOk/aZxEdqxpM0s/s400/tumblr_kugb1eeLeJ1qawv3wo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway this is me. You might have seen this picture before, but apparently it's no longer in my archives. There is my beady eyes, dark eye circles and yellowish skin tone. Barefaced and talking to i-forgot-who on the phone at 3am. And my favorite tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should reallyyyy be asleep right now so goodnight babies, sleep tight, sweet dreams and I love y'all (has anyone ever heard this? because it's what my parents used to tell us before going to bed when we were much younger).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8962611003036663847?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8962611003036663847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8962611003036663847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/twats.html' title='Twats'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7zfpwRP4zI/AAAAAAAACOk/aZxEdqxpM0s/s72-c/tumblr_kugb1eeLeJ1qawv3wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5029033927778340080</id><published>2010-04-07T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:31:29.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH  ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH  ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH  ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH  ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMIGOSH  ENOUGH :(&lt;/b&gt;&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/5789239146476882359-5029033927778340080?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5029033927778340080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5029033927778340080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/ffs.html' title='FFS'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6197688476938961949</id><published>2010-04-06T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:19:46.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Okay quick one before I leave. I'm not gonna reply formspring thingys yet though, cos I gotta sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Bali lane the whole day, mm. There was a fly in my drink, I wish I made a complain because I have always wanted to go, "Waiter, there's a fly in my ____!", but I didn't anyway. Plus it didn't really agitate me as much as I thought it would, though I was bloody disgusted. I wish I never made that wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's save money day, or so I think? I don't usually take buses. It sucks because I'm having a really bad cough and people are casting glances on me as if I'm gonna spread them cancer. And this girl sat on my skirt and kept peeping at my phone. Ugh, I hate public transport. I would much rather have mummy/daddy send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/thelovecharade/Picture0042-2.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6197688476938961949?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6197688476938961949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6197688476938961949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2200334440324311986</id><published>2010-04-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:32:58.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ttttired</title><content type='html'>Hi there. So the very typical me woke up at 3pm when I was suppose to get up in time for KFC's AM breakfast. Yeah, I just got very tempted after watching the syrup being poured on the waffles in commercials. Anyway, I'm waiting for my mutton soup to cool down just a wee bit so I'm gonna be real quick about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, spent my day @ PS's tcc, watching funny Arabians, monkey peeing into their mouths and slugs mating, hahaha. Yeah anyway my brother damn joke please. Cos I put my feet on the opposite chair while at the dining table, and he said, "You sit like your house like that." hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry cba to type in proper english nininanatiutiutiu. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2200334440324311986?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2200334440324311986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2200334440324311986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/ttttired.html' title='ttttired'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2813151805089506544</id><published>2010-04-04T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:12:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for mummy to come home so I don't have to take the train all alone and I'm fucking bored. I've got absolutely nothing to blog about, once again, and so, I shall plaster pictures I take when I'm bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was looking for jeans because I wanted to be in comfy clothes today, and I found the stockings I ripped since forever ago. I'm wearing them now and it's honestly been sososo long since I've worn stockings! Huehuehue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7hknz9o9UI/AAAAAAAACOE/xXo9nO6e_2k/s320/Picture0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7hko39VvOI/AAAAAAAACOM/DOE5aDQL7CY/s320/Picture0037-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7hkpWwK6OI/AAAAAAAACOU/lk1pHAiM8do/s320/Picture0040-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7hkqcUmDkI/AAAAAAAACOc/UeVJcYCZJY0/s320/Picture0041-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a good idea to change my blogskin back to the previous one? Because I'm starting to feel as if this one's way too cramp and the fonts are fucking small; it's hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, mummy's coming back real soon so bye! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2813151805089506544?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2813151805089506544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2813151805089506544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-there-im-waiting-for-mummy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7hknz9o9UI/AAAAAAAACOE/xXo9nO6e_2k/s72-c/Picture0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1657427000790804741</id><published>2010-04-04T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:04:01.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7fH_JwUVJI/AAAAAAAACN8/I46_ZKQY0jQ/s200/Picture01732.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;First off, I apologize for going on an impromptu hiatus. To be with someone I love for that period of time felt really good, I felt like how I always wanted to feel, to just drop everything and leave, and to be happy even just for that moment is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I gotta apologize because, correct me if I'm wrong, I have been gone for approx. 2 weeks, and I had promised to update random facts. So I'll do 2 later, or maybe 3.. I'm not very sure how long I've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm gonna apologize to those I have made plans with. Like I just said, it was an impromptu decision and my phone was mostly turned off throughout the couple of weeks I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I love you guys! The first thing I did when I reached home was to ask my sis for my laptop (she was using it for some reason) and to go on formspring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have VERY low self esteem. I swear when people look at me, I tend to think that they're criticizing me in their minds, even if it's just a mere glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got 234 for PSLE, which is prolly the only thing I have accomplished so far, and even so, it isn't really considered an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I lied to this girl that I was 2 years younger than I actually was for about a year before she found out. The stupid thing was that I said it so.. jokingly and I even tried telling her that I am in fact, not 2 years younger like I said, and she didn't believe me. Also, she was 11 then, which i suppose is old enough to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8+ now and I'm tired already. Mm, see y'all soon. I replied half of the formspring thingys but I got really tired so I apologize if I come off kinda cold-shouldered to any of you. I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1657427000790804741?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1657427000790804741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1657427000790804741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-off-i-apologize-for-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S7fH_JwUVJI/AAAAAAAACN8/I46_ZKQY0jQ/s72-c/Picture01732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5796570557783184951</id><published>2010-03-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:50:52.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdkljfgjsdk</title><content type='html'>Alright, I really need to rant so bear with me. What happens when I agree to something that I am unsure of. I know that I should not have agreed to that since I'm not very sure whether I want to myself, but all I know is that I have to commit myself to this. I feel really fucked up because of what happened earlier on today too. adsjhdlskdjslkdhalsdjas I want to cry. Okay bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. The break up has not made my mood go down, it's just that something DID happen today that made me a whiny vagina. Other than that, I'm not exactly down y'know? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5796570557783184951?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5796570557783184951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5796570557783184951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/asdkljfgjsdk.html' title='asdkljfgjsdk'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6480821347301436620</id><published>2010-03-20T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:46:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking cheebye, why you all keep copying sia?</title><content type='html'>my profile v. nice is it? people spend time thinking about it and you all just rip like that. stupid right? furthermore your profile is supposed to be ABOUT YOU and even if you happen to share the same opinions as i do, don't have to copy until like that right. pui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6480821347301436620?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6480821347301436620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6480821347301436620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-cheebye-why-you-all-keep.html' title='Fucking cheebye, why you all keep copying sia?'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-410183491000302585</id><published>2010-03-18T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:28:19.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop asking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-410183491000302585?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/410183491000302585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/410183491000302585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-asking.html' title='Stop asking.'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1262736147106782393</id><published>2010-03-17T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:58:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5_OJswvNPI/AAAAAAAACNs/md5njyUX9Dw/s320/11061_1134748697900_1502791683_30322092_4141050_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for loving me. I really&lt;i&gt; loved &lt;/i&gt;you.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1262736147106782393?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1262736147106782393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1262736147106782393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5_OJswvNPI/AAAAAAAACNs/md5njyUX9Dw/s72-c/11061_1134748697900_1502791683_30322092_4141050_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2554592448558233142</id><published>2010-03-16T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:37:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>I tend to say "ironically funny" because I find that irony IS funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Chelsea? Yes, the omfgitz-chelsea one, the one who took my prev blog title and claimed she thought of it long ago. Also the one who removed my tag reply and then put it back after I laughed at her for removing it, and claiming that it had always been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her blog (k i tend to visit the blog of ugly girls to feel better about myself, pathetic but stfu) and in one post, there was -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Kristy ah Kristy, why ban me from your cbox? I ain't accusing you, right? Hahaha, don't ban me :)! I didn't do anything wrong. If you're scared of being exposed, don't do it in the first place. I got exposed before k. But I didn't copy. Haha, don't act as if you dk who's Ashley. Her links in my blog, and in your tag reply. Go click lah! That's Ashley. Ask her if she has entered the "I hate the dark, I hate the quiet blah blah blah" before. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I happen to find it hilarious that she is lecturing someone about ripping other's ideas off when she herself had ripped my prev. blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're scared of being exposed, don't do it in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;"I got exposed before k. But I didn't copy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on she goes about how Kristy shouldn't rip ideas. My dear Chelsea, please take a look at the advice you've given to Kristy and for fuck's sake, learn some of it. To go against what you preach is to be a hypocrite, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure Kristy reads my blog, because how else is she supposed to know what my "About me" used to be like? I've changed it a few days back, but here it is&amp;nbsp; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ashley Kho, 14.&lt;b&gt; I hate the dark, I hate the quiet, I hate being alone.&lt;/b&gt; Introverted, inscrutable, eccentric, obstinate, lazy, maladroit, crude, and at times, contradicting. I like to bury myself in books on rainy afternoons. And you? ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omfgitz-chelsea.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://omfgitz-chelsea.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiemea-rainbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tiemea-rainbow.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sorry, posting too much so I'll stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2554592448558233142?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2554592448558233142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2554592448558233142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4706296615623271692</id><published>2010-03-16T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:41:37.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90px;"&gt;☎&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me -&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://formspring.me/doingyourmum"&gt; http://formspring.me/doingyourmum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s. I just needed an excuse to use the telephone symbol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4706296615623271692?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4706296615623271692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4706296615623271692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-to-me-httpformspring.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7270758082011455237</id><published>2010-03-16T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:36:16.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifs</title><content type='html'>Because I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend was smoking and he decided that if I wasn't gonna take the ashtray to him (because he's too lazy and cba to take it himself), he would flick ash on my bedroom's floor, and I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="174" src="http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz157/Suhzie2/Gifs/14b3k11.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FFUUUUUUU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made tea and I put it in a flask. I love flasks because it keeps my tea hot. So I have tea and cigarettes, and eggs, and I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="195" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzanpbtAtq1qaz6ni.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCKYEAHTEA-CIGARETTES-EGGS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I heard "Can't help falling in love with you" on tv earlier on, and I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz249/zibzib200/gifs/dancingweasel.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o0o0o0o0o0o0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I figured this post is hardcore, and I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="252" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s204/Ace_gang/gifs/35k1qmf.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCKING BITCH, YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHING ON ME :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and you're like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="177" src="http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s347/GilbranoS/Gifs/SNL.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG ASHLEY YOU'RE AMAZINGGGG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae221/benoit-escallier/gifs%20marvel/bansheeqs9.gif" width="118" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pft, I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to formspring and realized that I shouldn't be so arrogant because y'guys are an amazing bunch, so I'm like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab124/Demon-kleo/Higurashi%20gifs/Takano.gif" width="298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo0o0wo0ow0ow0wo0o0o0o fuckyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I counted all the lovely messages and I'm like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab124/Demon-kleo/Higurashi%20gifs/Full2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm bored now.. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz4rzxpn6k1qagznro1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7270758082011455237?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7270758082011455237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7270758082011455237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/gifs.html' title='Gifs'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz157/Suhzie2/Gifs/th_14b3k11.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1783190148992782324</id><published>2010-03-16T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:37:20.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz8lkhRH0c1qa6bd1o1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Someone to hold me tight/Someone to love me right/Someone to understand each little dream in me/Someone to take my hand and be a team with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1783190148992782324?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1783190148992782324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1783190148992782324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='So nice'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-316821471239679621</id><published>2010-03-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:24:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture spam</title><content type='html'>Hi all. So here're pictures that I've got from Daddy's laptop. This would consist of pictures from anywhere between last year and 4 years ago. I look fucking ugly so stfu, or you could damn well view it and comment on every picture of mine as if I even give a shit. Pictures are at random but I'll try to provide the year t'was taken in ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Please remember that although I may not give a shit about what y'all say, my family has absolutely nothing to do with you, so no mean comments on them, alright? Also, I didn't know making the pictures larger would ruin the resolution of the picture so pardon me, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIC SPAM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIC SPAM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIC SPAM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mid year, last year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51aqaJ63yI/AAAAAAAACJE/Nmc_ksKD-7Q/s400/122-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have no idea why this was in Daddy's laptop, but evidence that I suck at Math, especially algebra. I think I took more than 2 hours to do this, anyone who has studied with me for Math or tried to teach me Math before would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese New Year, last year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51b1B8OuHI/AAAAAAAACJM/3tyyd1rNvhI/s400/012-2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gambling at my paternal Grandma's place. That man there is Uncle Beno, he's a Godfather of my 2 cousins. he's prolly the funniest man I've ever known because he is mad hilarious. Oh, and he sucks at Black jack, which means we tend to earn a whole lotta money from him, even when we play by ten/twenty cents. Sometimes I bet a dollar, I'm fucking hardcore, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51dJxosnRI/AAAAAAAACJU/z7bqPd6fqok/s400/008-2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still gambling. That is my "Fuck shit, I got over 21" face, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51eNfnIqRI/AAAAAAAACJc/vDfYJtqwx9M/s200/005-3-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my kua-simi-i-am-eating-la face. made it smaller because it's seriously fucking ugly, hahaha. Oh, that box on my lap consists of "bomb packs", which is totally a FUCKYEAH thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My act-chio-but-actually-very-ugly-stage, 4 years ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51f3qnTuKI/AAAAAAAACJk/Lku0anJeH2k/s400/005-2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Younger bro's concert: I am not that short, honest. I was bending my knees, but at that point of time, I was shorter than my sister, just not so significant. This is me acting chio when I actually look like a frog. By the way, my mum used to like dressing both my sister and I in the same clothes, and she especially likes it when she happens to have a similar or identical set of clothes because she thinks looking like each other is cute in a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51hNS99fjI/AAAAAAAACJs/IZq_BISY6mk/s400/007-2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off, see what I mean when I said she thinks it's cute to dress similar? I love that pair of pants by the way, it's fucking comfortable. Secondly, I know my mum looks like she's groping me, but no worries, because there was nothing to grope then (actually still nothing to grope now la hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back to last year, when I was still in school:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51jR5EBWVI/AAAAAAAACJ0/YOPCE8wKVuI/s400/IMG0018A-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was taken by a nokia's front camera, plus I enlarged the picture, hence the resolution. Look at those eye bags, that is what school does to me. My favorite baby cousin on the right btw, she's a major cutie, although she smiles weird. This picture holds absolutely no justice for her cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51j_qcNsgI/AAAAAAAACJ8/GV6LX0-XkJg/s400/IMG0028A-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also taken by the nokia's front camera (the back was spoilt). The only reason my house is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese New Year, this year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51mIMR1NJI/AAAAAAAACKE/hUibRYrSObs/s400/032-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken by Daddy's iPhone on CNY. I know my face very cock k stfu. My sis &amp;amp; I used to look really alike, but ever since I discovered make up and start painting it over my face horridly, nobody has taken us for twins any longer. The baby in the center is my baby cousin, he's really cute, no? ;) I think I've lost weight in my face since the last year which is totally awesome, like fuck yeah. Also, evidence that I resemble a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 21st, this year (Daddy's birthday):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51pDL5yO4I/AAAAAAAACKM/XIGDz_b0R34/s400/024-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51qhjzRSII/AAAAAAAACKU/mVTyx9ZjQdI/s400/022-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken by Daddy's iPhone too. T'was fucking hilarious because my Grandma was trying to take it for us and she messed up a whole lotta times. Oh we didn't get a proper picture at all. Daddy's really happy because it was a surprise kinda thing. There're more but I can't be bothered to upload so many pictures of my family laughing. That's me, bare faced btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last year, prolly mid year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51sZotod_I/AAAAAAAACKc/_7NWVwLI2U4/s400/003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Grandfather = 2nd funniest man I know.He was impersonating some kid, who's about 8(?), who happens to be really good at billiard, although he has to stand on a chair to play it because the table's too high for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;???:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51tHmIleuI/AAAAAAAACKk/iSwrlV1GHQM/s400/052.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no idea why -&lt;br /&gt;1. This is in my Daddy's laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Who took this&lt;br /&gt;3. When it was taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT FUCK YEAH POKEMON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 years ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51u7DKuaII/AAAAAAAACKs/WnZzUSqnZk0/s400/girlssentosa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay you can't see my face but look at how tanned I used to be! I was once really athletic, I went swimming a whole lot and I even *gasp* play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Korea, 2 or 3 years ago, Christmas Eve and Christmas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51vyS-_rFI/AAAAAAAACK0/Yw3352h3IPg/s400/Picture001-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm the one in the white coat, all wrapped up. T'was prolly -7 degrees there and I was fucking freezing. I wore 2 gloves by the way, and yes, I am aware that I am fucking weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51wk9GfBSI/AAAAAAAACK8/iqbm1GQwcg4/s400/Picture005-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The one in the back once again. People who have gone out with me would know how slowly I walk, and my whole family's being mean by not waiting for me! Look at how relaxed my siblings are, whereas I am trying to cover my face with my (ugly) scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51xTVNsEaI/AAAAAAAACLE/hO4ApUvUXd8/s400/Picture007-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again in the back. I think that my family hates me. Yeah anyway, I am the one wearing ugly glasses and looking like a bald bitch. On the other hand, my sister's really pretty, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51y7-UR6nI/AAAAAAAACLM/TWQqBu0ViHM/s400/Picture008-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Korean women are beautiful, no? Anyway, yeah, I'm shorter than my younger sis :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51_N5uiZbI/AAAAAAAACLc/jSAF-EYoHQ8/s400/Picture016-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taking the subway in Korea because someone (dearest Daddy) insisted that we should try every form of transport there. It's not so bad here as it is at night because it's crazy packed at night and everyone's squeezing and pushing. I'm being very obnoxious because my coat costs a whole lot and I love my boots. My gloves, on the other hand, is fugly as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52B2t1p5iI/AAAAAAAACLk/W1ANPm0jgZo/s400/Picture012-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We so gangsta we got matching beanies like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52Ec57UiUI/AAAAAAAACLs/_IN7LLf8Jpg/s400/Picture018-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My elder brother like a cool only hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52G-m5IR8I/AAAAAAAACL0/PATONU67vFU/s400/Picture020-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Going to some 3D or 4D thing. I used to like this picture a whole lot because I thought I looked fuckin' cool. Well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52XJWbSwKI/AAAAAAAACL8/NM1jcZfHnXU/s400/Picture035-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember my elder brother and I put snow in my sister's beanie and made her wear it with her eyes closed, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There're more pictures but let's stop with Korea, alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52Zp98BSMI/AAAAAAAACMM/2omT2ao1QkM/s1600-h/Picture075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malaysia, few years back:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52YVV5zqTI/AAAAAAAACME/yq3Dtn076jU/s400/Picture040-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's weird looking at pictures and thinking about how everyone in it has changed. My sister has become a smart ass, both my cousins have become liannies, and I.. have become fuckin' awesome. Okay, sorry. Anyway, my sister and I are both, once again, dressed in the same clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52Zp98BSMI/AAAAAAAACMM/2omT2ao1QkM/s400/Picture075.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA I'm so cool I wear fuckin' blue goggles woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52hcOl8XxI/AAAAAAAACMU/FsSFipipj2s/s400/Picture081.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother has bigger breasts than any girl in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S510tvrUcAI/AAAAAAAACLU/o9lEmOREi5w/s400/Picture017-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another picture of the view from my place. People get happy over catching the sunset because it's a beautiful sight, but I get to see it every fucking day, which renders me awesome. Now suck my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 years ago?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52iWjDi7vI/AAAAAAAACMc/lOFuywL9kaQ/s400/Picture100.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I've posted this picture once in 08 or 09. Gosh, I love this picture, it's a joke. I thought daddy deleted it but I found it years later heh heh heh.This was the really tomboyish stage of mine. I remember going to the basketball court with the 3 of them to poke millipedes with twigs and whatnot. And when we'd play Pepsi-Cola-1-2-3 during recess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I-honestly-can't-remember-this year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52lj06odoI/AAAAAAAACMk/ua1PEd3ETsw/s400/Picture109.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAAHAHAH ACT-CHIO STAGE AGAIN. Btw check out the uber cool guy in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think 3 years ago, Australia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52mQBh3LtI/AAAAAAAACMs/rwud05g7xGU/s400/Picture425.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my dad got reprimanded for doing that and my sister had to apologize while he laughed away. Proof that my family is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52mvfIcpfI/AAAAAAAACM0/3f0757YcKfo/s400/Picture433.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, my family is a joke. My dad got my mum to go up there so that he can snap a picture, and when the guard or whoever they are came, he said that we insisted on it and his hands were tied because we were on the brink of tears. People, please tell my father that he is way too old and not 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52naOTnyeI/AAAAAAAACM8/iiyOnNzjFAs/s400/Picture478.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, if you've followed me since the past year, I'm sure you'd remember me speaking about this outfit. The one where I thought I looked really cool in. I looked like such a douche omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S52n3SzXJeI/AAAAAAAACNE/d_fwailPuV8/s400/OurHolidayPicsDec05KoreaJun06Gol-114.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;K I'm getting really lazy so I'll end it here and maybe, just maybe, continue some other time. So let's all end with my gek-sai face. Alright, hope you're all well this morning!&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/5789239146476882359-316821471239679621?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/316821471239679621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/316821471239679621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-spam.html' title='Picture spam'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S51aqaJ63yI/AAAAAAAACJE/Nmc_ksKD-7Q/s72-c/122-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2755403467114943390</id><published>2010-03-15T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:40:35.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in the morning</title><content type='html'>Hello there! I just woke up 2 hours ago, maybe 3, I don't really know. Yeah, what does it matter anyway?&amp;nbsp;So I'm uploading pictures and&amp;nbsp;the next post I do would&amp;nbsp;have my ugly face + grandma spectacles plastered all over + my family pictures. My family is a joke by the way, which is probably why I love them so. I have 672 pictures and it's gonna take about half an hour to upload/ Ugh, I absolutely hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to formspring right now, considering that I have already forgotten my password and I'm using a different computer, so I'll be replying "questions" later on. Fuck, I hate blogging at this point of time because I know no sane person would be up and reading this. It makes me feel like I'm having a one-man conversation with myself, which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sneak tbf out as soon as possible because he really needs to use the toilet.&amp;nbsp;Right now, I have absolutely nothing to do so I'm gonna watch my pictures upload and get irked by how slow it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit-&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, I remembered my formspring's password ;)&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2755403467114943390?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2755403467114943390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2755403467114943390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-in-morning.html' title='3 in the morning'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4450118284121937015</id><published>2010-03-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:37:20.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5yDvM830_I/AAAAAAAACI8/XG0JusZ4zQU/s400/8529_1113345202826_1502791683_30275134_6259825_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi babyniania, I miss you so. &lt;i&gt;21 Oct '08 &lt;/i&gt;power pax combo hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4450118284121937015?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4450118284121937015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4450118284121937015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5yDvM830_I/AAAAAAAACI8/XG0JusZ4zQU/s72-c/8529_1113345202826_1502791683_30275134_6259825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3590743770953917883</id><published>2010-03-14T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:16:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Random fact on Fridays? Y/N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems that in my smartgb (I just went to check it today after quite awhile), a whole lotta you want to know things about me, and I have no idea why. So what say you? It's nothing much to me anyway, I'm not gonna post any personal stuff, jsyk. So yeah, if y'all think it's a good idea, then I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may/may not be posting pictures of me when I was 10 - 12, considering that I have absolutely no life and nothing to blog about. It's been quite awhile since I promised to post pictures from when I was younger, yet I never did it and people are complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basically what I'm probably gonna blog about tomorrow or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3590743770953917883?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3590743770953917883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3590743770953917883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-453209272099064192</id><published>2010-03-14T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:57:15.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>So I decided not to act smart and type the html code because that would prolly take me a few hours. Instead, I used a blog skinner's code and took edited it here and there. As most of you know, I hate leaving credits because I find it ugly, but I must say that I am not claiming any credit to this skin, whatsoever, 'les some dipshits come running along and bitching up my arse again. Gonna edit all my posts beforehand, and I'm pretty sure most of you would be wondering why I'm using the "Read More" thing. Okay, shush, wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit -&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm done with a skin, no matter how long I took, I feel the need to explain everything. Perhaps I subconsciously take y'all as a blind idiot who can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sidebar, there's my nuffnang, my about me (which you can just skip), my formspring, and my msn/fb/comment/tumblr. On the other side, there's twitter, my posts, and right below is the archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so y'all know, I much prefer if y'all comment me via formspring instead because I am much, much more active there as compared to smartgb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm getting sleepy. I love tea btw.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-453209272099064192?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/453209272099064192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/453209272099064192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5826351512720757956</id><published>2010-03-14T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:46:58.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of blogskin</title><content type='html'>Good morning :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my blog layout so it's similar to my tumblr. Pardon me if, when you view it, my blog is half-fucked. I did up my Evernote and although I'm not done, I'm happy. I like being organized, except most of the time, I'm too fucking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna look like this when I'm done -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5xS0fNGVOI/AAAAAAAACI0/uQIAlUg626w/s320/g.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty simple, but whatever. It's my blog anyway :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well this morning!&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5826351512720757956?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5826351512720757956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5826351512720757956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-morning-im-gonna-change-my-blog.html' title='Change of blogskin'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5xS0fNGVOI/AAAAAAAACI0/uQIAlUg626w/s72-c/g.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-571172330167078598</id><published>2010-03-14T07:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:47:29.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$1, 000, 000</title><content type='html'>Can you give me a million bucks? Maybe two.. or three.. or four.. or five.. or six..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just one million would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-571172330167078598?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/571172330167078598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/571172330167078598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-give-me-million-bucks-maybe-two.html' title='$1, 000, 000'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8154465944507743690</id><published>2010-03-14T04:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:47:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAI</title><content type='html'>K so first off, thank you all for "asking me questions" on formspring. it never fails to keep me entertained and I tend to want to look at my formspring every single day because you people are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So tbf is leaving tomorrow and I can finally step outta my house, and I don't mean to the nearest 7-11 to get more fags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8154465944507743690?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2308758423172706732</id><published>2010-03-12T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:48:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-past '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5mnL_rw8tI/AAAAAAAACIk/dV89ETvjBMU/s320/LGIM0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really old picture of me, bare faced. Thank goodness the flash is crazy bright, or else my eyebags and whatnot would be really obvious. Yeah, so basically this is a lie, to fool anyone who sees this to think that I look normal at home. That was my hair before I had it cut, it looks so oily idno why :( This was 09 mid year, I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2308758423172706732?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2308758423172706732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2308758423172706732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/really-old-picture-of-me-bare-faced.html' title='Half-past &apos;09'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5mnL_rw8tI/AAAAAAAACIk/dV89ETvjBMU/s72-c/LGIM0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-98877110827933502</id><published>2010-03-12T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:49:28.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMME A RANDOM FACT BOUT YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="41" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5mUjR4kmzI/AAAAAAAACIc/ouoL9ecc2jA/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I tend to think dirty whenever I see the number 69.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/doingyourmum"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-98877110827933502?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/98877110827933502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/98877110827933502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/gimme-random-fact-bout-yourself.html' title='GIMME A RANDOM FACT BOUT YOURSELF'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5mUjR4kmzI/AAAAAAAACIc/ouoL9ecc2jA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1090281579085416618</id><published>2010-03-10T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:48:39.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a whiny vagina</title><content type='html'>/Edit-&amp;nbsp;Alright, I just apologized to Mummy &amp;amp; Grandma for being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it. I feel like screaming at everyone who talks to me. I went out of my room to get away from tbf because he can't come out, not right now anyway, since he was annoying as fuck. Well, I'm going back to my room now because I'm being mean to every one that talks to me and I shouldn't be like that, but I find it hard to control myself from being such a loud-mouthed bitch sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My play list is my best friend right now, every one else please gtfo and stfukthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit2-&lt;br /&gt;K I change my mind. Everyone else, feel free to stay because you people are just precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit3-&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, formspring fucked up, replied to several questions but it didn't show, and the questions are gone from my inbox. If your questions are among those that disappeared, I'm sorry but you can always ask again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1090281579085416618?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1090281579085416618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1090281579085416618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-it-when-i-get-so-frustrated-i.html' title='I am a whiny vagina'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8909657180593052369</id><published>2010-03-10T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:27:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where to see your answer to our question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/doingyourmum" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://formspring.me/doingyourmum&lt;/a&gt;. Either that or you can click on the text above the question box, which reads &amp;quot;formspring.me - doingyourmum&amp;quot;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/doingyourmum"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8909657180593052369?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8909657180593052369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8909657180593052369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-to-see-your-answer-to-our.html' title='where to see your answer to our question?'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7362614246851034520</id><published>2010-03-10T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:50:09.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>There're quite a number of y'all who're asking about my music preferences, so this is what's on my playlist right now. By the way, I'm pretty into the Beatles and Elvis Presley, I like old songs and if it isn't old, it's probably slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So nice&lt;/b&gt; - Olivia Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Suede Shoes&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 loaves and 2 fishes&lt;/b&gt; - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Almost Lovers&lt;/b&gt; - A Fine Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you lonesome tonight&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Want To Hold Your Hand&lt;/b&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautifully&lt;/b&gt; - Jay Brannan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Close to you&lt;/b&gt; - The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't help falling in love with you&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Way&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything In Its Time&lt;/b&gt; - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/b&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hush Little Baby&lt;/b&gt; - John Baez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/b&gt; - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let It Be&lt;/b&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Me&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds &lt;/b&gt;- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meditation&lt;/b&gt; - Olivia Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What A Wonderful World &lt;/b&gt;- Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Soul &lt;/b&gt;- Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On The Side of Me&lt;/b&gt; - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only You&lt;/b&gt; - Elvis &amp;amp; Lisa Marie Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)&lt;/b&gt; - Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smoke Gets In Your Eyes&lt;/b&gt; - The platters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone Like Me&lt;/b&gt; - Atomic Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow&lt;/b&gt; - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)&lt;/b&gt; - Don McLean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;/b&gt; - Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/b&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bubbly&lt;/b&gt; - Colbie Caillot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realize&lt;/b&gt; - Colbie Caillot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Song&lt;/b&gt; - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky&lt;/b&gt; - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eternal Flame&lt;/b&gt; - MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream A Little Dream Of Me&lt;/b&gt; - The Mamas and The Papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss Me&lt;/b&gt; - Olivia Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell Me Where It Hurts&lt;/b&gt; - MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;True Colors&lt;/b&gt; - Olivia Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey Bee&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darlin' It Ain't Easy&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitter Heart&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Of The Gang To Die&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am Me Once More&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just You and Me&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let Me In&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monte&lt;/b&gt; - Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I am probably the lamest, most boring person you have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7362614246851034520?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7362614246851034520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7362614246851034520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/therere-quite-number-of-yall-whore.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8857504967911462275</id><published>2010-03-10T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:43:14.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protected: méditer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ZUsdgEZX" title="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"&gt; 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You're fucking stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For those who asked &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(why I disliked bengsies and liannies)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always expressed distaste towards the bengsies &amp;amp; liannies group, and it is not because I know each and every one of them personally. Those whom I know, a number of them are pretty nice and it is a pity for them to choose such a path, considering they actually have potential, and I'm not even kidding nor exaggerating. I have seen friends who have had good grades neglect their studies and friends on purpose to mix with their bengsie/lianny friends, which I find &lt;b&gt;fucking stupid&lt;/b&gt;. Whatever it is, and whether or not one has potential, choosing that path is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more general note, bengsies and liannies are, to me, the &lt;i&gt;stupidest&lt;/i&gt; of the lot. What is the point of proving your worth through the number of people you beat up and gaining "&lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt;" through that? That isn't respect, that is fear, and to have someone fear you because you believe that violence is the answer to any bloody thing is, once again, &lt;b&gt;fucking stupid&lt;/b&gt;. The only people who can beat their opponent up and gain respect are those who are boxers, wrestlers, or anyone in that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengsies &amp;amp; liannies also tend to get themselves into shitloads of trouble, by choice. I believe that staring at people is in no way, a crime, and yet they beat people up for it. Bengsies &amp;amp; liannies have the thinking that just because they are "popular" and well-known in their group of &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; for being what they call a "fighter", they have the rights to decide what is wrong and what is not. I know I have said that people think differently, but they KNOW it is not right, and yet they do it. They do stupid shit and take credit for it, just to come off as fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but the stupidest, I believe, is when they blame their past. When they say their parents didn't love them, or they were brought up by a single-parent, they went through abuse, you have all sorts of excuses coming up. I must say that it is not that I am a bloody heartless bitch and I think of all their excuses as shit because it is true, but so what? So what if you had a fucking great big obstacle in your life? The most common excuse is probably, "&lt;i&gt;Because I needed a family and they were there for me.&lt;/i&gt;". That is &lt;b&gt;fucking stupid&lt;/b&gt;. There are shitloads of people who go through such shit in this world, but not all of them become bengsies &amp;amp; liannies. Why? Because they had a choice, and they decided that, "&lt;i&gt;So fucking what if I had a horrible past? It sucked but I'm not gonna let it stop me.&lt;/i&gt;". And that is why no matter how fucking strong you are, if you give me such an excuse, I will think of you as a whiny vagina, because it is not that you can't do it, it's just that you don't want to. &lt;b&gt;You chose that stupid path&lt;/b&gt;, you can fix it, but you choose not to try. Instead, you say, "&lt;i&gt;Fuck it, it's too late anyway.&lt;/i&gt;", when it's not. You're just a lazy ass motherfucker who can't give a fuck about yourself and your life enough to get your arse out of trouble that you landed yourself in on purpose, a whiny pussy who puts the blame on everything and everyone else but yourself, a bloody stupid fuck who has a choice but makes no effort to bother and lastly, you're &lt;b&gt;fucking stupid&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8176505952552640126?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8176505952552640126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8176505952552640126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-what-youre-fucking-stupid.html' title='Guess what? You&apos;re fucking stupid.'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1725135498638932248</id><published>2010-03-09T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:12:05.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN Y'ALL BE NICE AND GO TO TBF'S BLOG? &lt;a href="http://brucemonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's whining about his dead blog. He looks so cute pouting whenever no one comments him ;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1725135498638932248?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1725135498638932248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1725135498638932248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-yall-be-nice-and-go-to-tbfs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1424865002825055932</id><published>2010-03-07T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:34:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unfair. Selfish. Self-centered. Egoistic. Onoxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why the fuck do I love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1424865002825055932?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1424865002825055932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1424865002825055932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4990656835513135487</id><published>2010-03-06T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:58:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5KJjfHfAPI/AAAAAAAACHw/LXvYluR21yA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5KJjfHfAPI/AAAAAAAACHw/LXvYluR21yA/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/5789239146476882359-4990656835513135487?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4990656835513135487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4990656835513135487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-fuck-does-my-clumsiness-affect-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S5KJjfHfAPI/AAAAAAAACHw/LXvYluR21yA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5201063215297899538</id><published>2010-03-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:38:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is wrong with you people? Yes, I criticize others, I hate on others, I dislike them and I do judge them. However, I have mentioned before that I do not pick random fights and hate on people I don't fucking know unless they offend me. Anyone can judge, but why judge a stranger, right? First impressions do count, but &lt;em&gt;have I ever gave anyone the impression that I am perfect&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop going on and on about my hair, my face and whatnot. And about my past, for those who knew, I did a whole lot of shit, and people say it's not likely that I have changed in a matter of 2 years (or 1 year plus), but what does it matter? Does what I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; still offend you, does what I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; hurt you in any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks-wise, I have &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; once said I was pretty. Perhaps I have said, "&lt;em&gt;Oh, at least I look better than her.",&lt;/em&gt; and why would I say such a thing?&amp;nbsp;Have you not thought that the person I am referring to may just be uglier than me?&amp;nbsp;When people tell me I'm pretty online, I say thank you because I am being polite, because they took 5 seconds out of their lives to give a shit about me and compliment me, and I happen to appreciate it. I don't say shit like, &lt;em&gt;"Nah, I'm not."&lt;/em&gt; because when someone compliments you, it is only polite to thank them instead of starting a fucking debate on how you fucking look. Everyone knows what follows after -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes you are."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, no, I'm not the least bit pretty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"C'mon, you are!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NAHHHHH..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&amp;nbsp;Why I don't say I'm pretty is because I know I am not, I am prolly average or below, but do you guys care? No. You guys just go all &lt;em&gt;"You think you very pretty meh?" &lt;/em&gt;C'mon, I think I look like a fucking horse/cat/ghost, so how is that being egoistic? Sure, I put pictures up, but even so, I feel self-conscious. I can't deny that I am afraid of being judged, I know that I am not comparable to people who have a thousand or more readers a day, but having around 700 pairs of eyes on your face everyday is intimidating enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad hair days, I have days where my make up goes on uneven, when it's smudgy, when it runs. I take shits, I fart, I burp. I have scars all over my fucking legs, my nose is huge, my hair is fucked up. I have flaws and I mention them, but you people don't give a shit. All y'all do is harp on how perfect I think I am and how I take things for granted, how I lie about how perfect my life is, on how I am egoistic and anything bad. I like my life now, I am comfortable, but is it wrong to want to have more money, to want to be happier? I don't say my life is perfect, I don't say I am perfect, I don't think anything is perfect about me, so why say so? Of course, I am not going to type out every single little fuck up in my life, neither am I gonna harp on my own flaws. All I know is that I am leading a good enough life, but please do entitle me to complain because I am greedy and I want more than I already have.&lt;em&gt; Doesn't (almost) everyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;For fuck's sake, give me a break people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5201063215297899538?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5201063215297899538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5201063215297899538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-wrong-with-you-people-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3509776844313436583</id><published>2010-03-02T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:17:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tbf is fast asleep and I'm starting to get sleepy. That's good considering I'm dead bored staying awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to reply comments and although I've already summarized them, it's still a whole lot. Not that I am flaunting, I'm just trying to explain why replies are so slow. There're comments asking about my age, what kind of skin products I use, what make up I use, what kind of music I like, where I get my clothes, where I buy my bags from, where I shop (basically), whether or not I'm attached, my favorite color/number, favorite music genre, favorite past time, my allowance, whether or not I like animals and there's a whole lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just uploaded tons of pictures to photobucket. Uhhh... hope you're all well. Yeah, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3509776844313436583?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3509776844313436583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3509776844313436583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-tbf-is-fast-asleep-and-im-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-172292586353672082</id><published>2010-02-28T06:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:57:30.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bet y'all wouldn't be interested in how fucked up and worried I feel now. Can't sleep though I'm really tired. Shall eat, and then pack my room because I'm hungry and my room's in a mess. Ciao motherfuckers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-172292586353672082?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/172292586353672082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/172292586353672082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/bet-yall-wouldnt-be-interested-in-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4199048224070606093</id><published>2010-02-26T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:17:31.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We've been together for 6 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yeah, I love you.. even though you get on my nerves a whole lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I never did believe in celebrating  the  months, I find that it takes away the fun of a year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4199048224070606093?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4199048224070606093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4199048224070606093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/weve-been-together-for-6-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6860291048391197612</id><published>2010-02-25T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:13:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comment replies like finally. Not gonna exactly reply each and everyone, just summarize it all up so if you've commented on anything to do with it, just read the replies. Starting from latest to oldest so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you keep your face clear of pimples?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a couple every now and then. I don't take very good care of my face though, sometimes I even sleep with make up on. I just wash my face everyday, when I wake up and before I sleep :) Plus I don't perspire much because I'm hardly ever under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did you put Chelsea's link up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly because her link is exactly like my msn and a past blog url of mine, and I hate people who copy me. Secondly, I hate her, but I guess that's not the point in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can I add you on msn/facebook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I do not accept every request and I'm not on msn very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you blog so little but still manage to maintain your readership?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta ask my readers then, no? Maybe because... they love me? Hahaha ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I saw you at.... Was it you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you not wear dresses and go to town anymore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend. But it's not a bad thing, town's getting boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you still schooling? Why do your parent's not care if you go to school or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've stopped going to school since the start of this year. They do care, that's why I'm supposed to go to a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you been with Bruce?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approx. 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're very (insert compliment).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're such a (insert insult)!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you trying to be like...? / You're copying (insert blogger's name).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not try to be like myself, especially not online. I don't give 2 shits whether you like me or not since it's most likely that more than half of you don't know me personally and I don't see why I should put up a false front just to impress or interest y'all. I blog everything based on my day, how I feel about shit that happens to ME and nothing but, so how could I be copying anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do posts sometimes appear for less than a day and then disappear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very fickle minded, I post things and then realize I don't want to post on that subject. Either that or it's something personal that I blogged because I wanted to rant, but realized that it's far too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone to let them know exactly what is in my head and keeping it to myself. The problem is being outwardly unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter if they say they're always there to listen, there's only so much even your best friends can listen to. On the other hand, to pretend that everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which is better? To have people that think you're melodramatic, seeking attention and pessimistic or to drown in your own mind. I honestly don't know." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come you &amp;amp; Bruce keep going on and off?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we can't stand each other but love each other. Yes, it's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You haven't been meeting up with friends? How come you're always with your boyfriend and his friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to be quite frank, I would much rather spend time with him. It does not mean that friends aren't important, I do love them very much too. Apart from that, I have my reasons of wanting to spend more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think about (insert some argument, a girl's name)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like getting involved in things that doesn't concern me, unless of course, it happens to one of my loved ones. As for people, if she doesn't offend me in any way, then she's not a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your life seems so clear of problems.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my life simple, and most of the time it is. There is most definitely downsides to my life and I encounter problems every now and then, but yeah, such is life, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a lianny?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most certainly not. I prefer words to actions in an argument because most of the time, the people who pick pointless arguments with me are more used to using actions to words and tend to lose out. Other than those group of people, there are of course, the people who insist they're right even when they're not. In those cases, I cannot be fucked and just tell them I'm wrong because I see no point in arguing with people who are so bloody stuck up, they refuse to admit their mistakes and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you post so little on twitter, but if put in proportion, have more followers than those who tweet thousands of posts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea? I barely have 50 followers, c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's about it :) Not replying personal questions. I have stated before that I do not reply such comments, so don't bother, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye motherfuckers, hope you're all well. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6860291048391197612?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6860291048391197612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6860291048391197612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/comment-replies-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4108403016824729307</id><published>2010-02-24T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:31:19.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Let’s have make up sex, except without the sex and with the sincerity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have minded so much if you only ripped it, but not only did you do so, you claimed credit. I wrote this, bitch. Oh btw, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;reds&lt;/span&gt; make me more easily irked. Everyone please be more tolerant of me k? Bye motherfuckers ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4108403016824729307?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4108403016824729307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4108403016824729307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-reds-who-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1183189541486778374</id><published>2010-02-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:45:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha my boyfriend stuck a picture of an iPhone on the surface of his own phone, and told me he got an iPhone. Yeah obviously I doubted him, so he took it out and showed it to me and even after looking at it, I kinda believed him for like 3 seconds hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ride on a trishaw! Oh, watched that lightning thief show yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally spaced on what I wanted to type here which apparently was very funny, but yeah, can't seem to remember. Just woke up and I'm gonna bathe now, bye! Do hope that you're all well and the fact that school is starting has been kind to your holiday moods. xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1183189541486778374?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1183189541486778374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1183189541486778374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hahaha-my-boyfriend-stuck-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4977322012143268563</id><published>2010-02-16T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:22:56.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://omfgitz-chelsea.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://omfgitz-chelsea.blogspot.com/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFMAXIMUM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how was your CNY/V'day? A little late, I know. CNY was awesome. I love the new year, I love food, I love money, I love the little gambling thingys people always do, I love buying new clothes for a reason, I love just about everything except visiting. V'day was celebrated 1 day later because I was visiting on the actual date. I don't get the hype about V'day, it's just another day to me. Oh, caught Valentine's Day, which wasn't all that nice because t'was kinda boring at the start, but much better at the end? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, to the people who even bother to text me nowadays, don't. Don't as in don't bother, not because I don't wish to talk to you but because my phone is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, hope you're all well. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4977322012143268563?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4977322012143268563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4977322012143268563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpomfgitz-chelsea.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7477199713801185137</id><published>2010-02-13T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:32:08.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there. Alright so I just got home not too long ago and I'm waiting for my sister to finish bathing. Tomorrow's gonna be a really long day. Gonna go shopping in the morning. I know it sounds kinda crazy but mummy says it's because of the new year and the half day shit. Going to WCP early in the morn because my sister has decided to wake me up whether or not I give a shit, then shopping afterwards, reunion dinner and bf at the end of it all. Gosh, I'd be fucked. Alright, gonna have a smoke and then head to bed. Hope you're all well and goodnight ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7477199713801185137?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7477199713801185137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7477199713801185137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-706116664977154025</id><published>2010-02-12T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:40:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that vain little girls like me for my make up and they would prolly hate me if I didn't use/have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, so I'm finally home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so funny how people change and become so fake, and claim that it's their "surroundings" that are changing them. Okay, not people, just 1 person. And it's funny how she claims to be real, I mean seriously?! How can a liar, who rips other people's ideas, be, in any fucking way, real? Ugh, I can't take it, but I shan't bitch. After-all, she isn't really affecting me, is she? Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that irks me is probably the way people make a mountain out of a molehill. I hate how people fail to analyze the situation and just go, "Fuck it! Either way, s/he's pissing me off!". Hate how people don't give two shits about how severe the situation is, because once again, "s/he's pissing me off!". Well, fuck you. You piss me off and you don't see me chopping your heads off, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and people who refuse to accept punishment for their wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry, I'm just pissed off. I think blogger's the only place I actually speak my mind because in real life, especially with people I'm not close with (eg bf's friends), I tend to be a whole lot quieter. Tsk, sorry lah, shy cannot meh? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to bed now so yep, just a real quick one. I fucking wanna smoke fuck someone kill me. Hate not being able to bring cigarettes home, feel so unfair because if bf runs outta fags, he always has friends around him who has them, but I have none and I gotta take it like a man till tomorrow. Kk, I wanna sleep and forget about fags now, bye! Hope you're all well btw, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry because I hate school and how my parents use it against me. I am not exaggerating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-706116664977154025?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/706116664977154025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/706116664977154025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-decided-that-vain-little-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4027268240031157914</id><published>2010-02-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:13:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it hilarious when someone is called fatty.My laptop is fixed and I'm editing pictures now. Okay, I'm bullshitting since it was never spoiled, t'was just that I couldn't connect to my own internet with this laptop and I didn't want to do it in slow speed, heh. Okay, I wanna go walk about my house aimlessly until I fall asleep. Refuse to access fb or anything apart from blogger because I don't wanna be distracted from my sleep. Yeah, nightynights everyone. Love y'all! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4027268240031157914?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4027268240031157914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4027268240031157914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-it-hilarious-when-someone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5871943615992484457</id><published>2010-02-07T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:11:38.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Hello everyone. &lt;u&gt;Another post below.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed off. I am fucking pissed off. Bitch, you're not exactly "real" when all your fucking "ideas" are thought up by others. I mean, it's okay if their work serves as inspiration or whatever it is you wanna call it, but when you fucking rip the whole bloody idea, you are not real, and you are damn well not original. Just fucking stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking cb. You don't even think for yourself. Gah fuck it, I don't wanna get myself so agitated. Even your friends rip my whole fucking code from my blogskin. How true is it that birds of a feather flock together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;b&gt;fuck you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5871943615992484457?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5871943615992484457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5871943615992484457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5210651548714500859</id><published>2010-02-06T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:04:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAZY TYPING DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/thelovecharade/Baby/Photo28-1-1.jpg" width="73" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/thelovecharade/Baby/Photo43-1-1.jpg" width="99" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/thelovecharade/Baby/Photo61-1.jpg" width="52" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;k cropped pix because ppl dont like ugly pix of them posted up.&lt;br /&gt;no recent pix so i just took old, unposted ones.. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi drank too much milk now i cant slp :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;so fucking full i wanna kill somebody omggggz. fucking cb feel so horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;bf very haolian today, i don't like, but he happy also good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;now = v v v v v broke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;i know its for the btr but i have my reasons for not gg 2 schl but i'll go one day ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;i know it's prolly a stupid decision for me to make in the long run but yeah i'm rly short-sighted so stfu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;i know im not right in doing this but i have my reasons&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;and i rly don't give 2 shits whether or not you find it stupid so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;oh and min has a friend with huge boobs omgz cannot stand it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;hi nikki, if you ever read this, can you fuck me? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;1) oh btw i want tamagotchi plushies, they're so adorb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;2) i just took my meds. horrible shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s, smth wrong with both laptops. can't transfer&lt;br /&gt;pix over here and &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;other one cant connect 2 the internet. cb.&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/5789239146476882359-5210651548714500859?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5210651548714500859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5210651548714500859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/lazy-typing-day-k-cropped-pix-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/thelovecharade/Baby/th_Photo28-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2588776211088599318</id><published>2010-02-02T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T03:53:42.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am better. I am fine. I feel superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read through the comments and thank you all for the concern ^-^ shall moderate them one day.. haha. that's why i hate having a guestbook, have to moderate comments. but i'm not gonna remove it because it makes me feel powerful. anyway, i had a great day today, and you? shall post pix some time! hope you're all well! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok forgot to add this in because I was in a rush to bathe. Feel so sticky and dirty :/&lt;br /&gt;There was a comment saying that I am a towngirl @ heart. HAHAHAHA want to laugh so badly. I hate this "towngirl" thing. What, just because you go to town - towngirl? K so I go to Vivo I'm a vivogirl, sometimes I hang around Tiong Bahru = tiongbahrugirl, and when I hang around holland, I'm a hollandgirl? So stupid pls. I know I used to go to town a few times every week but I just hate this stereotype. It is not classy, it is not anything, it is just a fucking stereotype which I find is so bloody nonsensical. K la, you wanna go to town none of my business but call yourself a towngirl and you immediately irk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the pixxx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2cueDipOFI/AAAAAAAACG4/AElhBLJCKBc/s200/grace1.bmp" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2curwGoH_I/AAAAAAAACHA/Dm74I-31vR0/s200/grace2.bmp" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2cuu77JGKI/AAAAAAAACHI/QiS62O0sCrY/s200/grace3.bmp" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2cuw4fp86I/AAAAAAAACHQ/LwLAdt86CNg/s200/grace4.bmp" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2cuyqCuMiI/AAAAAAAACHY/v-RZcV9Wmu8/s200/grace5.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you should know, I canNOT leave a picture alone. I don't care if it's auto-fix or anything but I just can't post a picture up, unedited. There are probably 200 pictures because of the nonsense we did, some of which have to be put together. Doesn't matter if you don't get me, I'll post it all up soon, along with these except without the doodling/pix-elating on it unless necessary. Please don't stop reading my blog after that. BTW yes, we were trying to act cool in the second last picture, hahahahahaha, stfu now. k going to bed! nightynights ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2588776211088599318?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2588776211088599318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2588776211088599318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S2cueDipOFI/AAAAAAAACG4/AElhBLJCKBc/s72-c/grace1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8680988578113975614</id><published>2010-01-29T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:04:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, i fucked up a whole lot this time. have been bawling my eyes out and i really gotta stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging from my laptop right now, chilling @ starbucks with riri &amp;amp; rachel. shall go to school tomorrow, and i have to go to the library. TTTW is with bruce and i'm not done reading it so yeah. blew off quite a lotta money, but it's okay. it's not every day i do this and i just wanna be real happy now. tired since i only had 4 hrs of sleep but it's okay, much better than moping around at home feeling all shitty. hope everyone's happy though ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the commenty thing is up. searched guestbook on google and just clicked the first, hahaha. well, i got my fags, my baby girls, shopping and my caramel frappe so i'm gonna go now. life's not very good at the moment but i'm sure i'll pull through this :) hope you're all well! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8680988578113975614?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8680988578113975614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8680988578113975614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2270447820379284771</id><published>2010-01-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:35:59.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if i walk, would you run? if i stop, would you come? if i say you're the one, would you believe me? if i ask you to stay, would you show me the way? tell me what to say so you don't leave me.&lt;/b&gt; the world is catching up to you while you're running away to chase your dream. &lt;b&gt;it's time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change and maybe i'm not ready.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;but I'll try for your love&lt;/b&gt;, i can hide up above. i will try for your love. we've been hiding enough. &lt;b&gt;if i sing you a song, would you sing along? or wait till i'm gone, oh how we push and pull.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;if i give you my heart would you just play the part or tell me it's the start of something beautiful.&lt;/b&gt; am i catching up to you? while you're running away to chase your dreams. it's time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change and maybe i'm not ready.&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/5789239146476882359-2270447820379284771?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2270447820379284771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2270447820379284771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-walk-would-you-run-if-i-stop-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4812983940947892786</id><published>2010-01-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:34:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy: If you don't go to school, you don't go out. Simple as that.Me: Are you trying to ground me?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: You go to school first.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No :(&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Okay.. how much do you need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4812983940947892786?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4812983940947892786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4812983940947892786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddy-if-you-dont-go-to-school-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2312296596662531368</id><published>2010-01-28T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:52:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING CHEEBYE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long post)&lt;br /&gt;Okay first, hello. We all know Singapore is filled to the brim with bitches, whether or not they're pretty/rich/liannies/twits and whatnot, it doesn't really matter because in the end, they still are of the same kind - bitches. It's just like with dogs, y'know? You have the maltese, the shi tzu, the golden retriever and whatnot, and then you have mix breeds, some exclusive and some.. not so. Yet, they are all classified under the same category - dogs. Of course, I am in no way comparing them to dogs because dogs are kinda cute and fluffy, and some of them do lead better lives than dogs. Perhaps in one way or another, dogs use their brains more too. Well, whatever it is, this is not about dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like to blog hop though I do not leave comments. I do not prance around the internet leaving my name/hotmail/blog at some random person's blog just because I read them or I just happen to pass through. Why? Because I'm lazy, and also because I am not seeking attention. Okay, maybe I do sometimes, but not online. I happen to think that internet fame isn't very useful (unless you have nuffnang) and I am pretty contented with the company (in real life) I am having now. The mediocre amount of readers I get is already enough for me. I blog because I want to, because I like to. I take this as a place where I voice out my opinions, where I rant and where I type about a day I wish to remember simply because nobody (well, not a lot of people, anyway) would give a fuck about a 14 year old girl ranting about people who piss her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along comes Ivy. What a happy little bitch she is, now isn't she? She happened to add me up on msn, I'm not very sure how long ago but I only saw it today. So I just woke up and felt hungry and I'm waiting for my water to boil, so I signed in after a million years and accepted her add since I am, of course, a friendly person, and I do not reject requests unless it's from a guy. Which I have personal reasons to do so. Anyway, in my very sleepy state, and everyone who knows me well enough would know how I am like when I am sleepy (cranky), she tells me this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Hello, and do I know you personally? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;you ashley right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah, pretty obvious, no? Why? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;ashley kho. doingyourmum@bs? nothing need to cfm only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh... You added me, and I have absolutely no idea who you are, yet you're the one bombarding me with questions? And how, or where, do I know you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;i am ivy from ***** sec. you spam my friend is it? just a few days ago only. knn ahlian siol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;No. As a matter of fact, I was probably out with my boyfriend or asleep 2 days ago, for the whole day, and I do not do such shit. Now, I don't really care which school you're from, all I asked for was how I knew you, but since you have put it in such a way, I am glad that we do not like each other because I wouldn't want to be acquainted with a person like you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;wah step one english power sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Wow. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;if people steal thing police ask them they wont admit one lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how very cliche. But what if they DIDN'T steal it. Do they admit to something they have not done? I am quite sure that when police round up suspects, they would have at least the slightest evidence that the suspects are guilty, although they are labeled suspects and not criminals because they can't be sure. How did you know or what makes you think it's me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;your blog link and all down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Take for instance I DID spam her blog, why the fuck would I be stupid enough to leave my details down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;step one eh kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no need for that. Not that I am such a fierce or anything like it since I am quite a wuss. It's just that I do not find such things thrilling. I do not think fucking around on the internet is fun and of any benefit to me, so why should I even do it? Sure, I may just be 14, 15 this year, I don't know if that's older or younger to you, but I am most definitely not as immature. As mundane as my life may be, it is not like I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;lol. dont lie la, you dont want to mess with me. you younger btw, xmm, i am 16 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh w-o-fucking-w. I must admit you've got me pissing my pants now. Age doesn't define maturity and it seems pretty obvious here. I do not bother messing with you, it is an obvious waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;i say you better not mess with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not. Infact, I think you're messing with me! I half expect you to tell me it's a joke mid-conversation, though it's not a very funny one :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;i am serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry. It's hard to take people like you seriously :) Anyway, if let's just say I AM messing with you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;... you really testing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're irking me too, so the feeling's mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Ashley. How're you, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;you sibei guailan hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Heard that quite a number of times... not very complimenting but whatever. Well, I have better things to do now. My water is probably boiled so ttyl ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK DONT GO LA CCB HUMJI DONT DARE TALK SAY WATER BOILING LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you deem fit, as if it makes a fucking difference. You calling me a boy doesn't grow me a dick so there. And yes, my water IS boiling, I do not need to lie about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you you dare go then you wait lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley says:&lt;br /&gt;It's no fun anymore. And yes, I do happen to dare leave this conversation. Infact, I might just block you though I think deleting you would be a much better option. Yes, that's what I'll do. You can't contact me any other way. Sure, go ahead and try adding me with a different account. Once I find out it's you, then poof. If you happen to find my number, I'll just ignore you when you call/text. Try my house? Well, I doubt someone like you would go that far for a spam, but if you do, well, I'd think of that some other time. Oh well, goodbye then, Ivy. It has been quite disgusting knowing you, though the conversation did kill some time. By the way, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she said something but I had already signed out since my noodles were done. So anyway, my noodles are done and it's simmered a bit while I blogged this so yeah. Hope you're all well! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2312296596662531368?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2312296596662531368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2312296596662531368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/fucking-cheebye-long-post-okay-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1457684812067451730</id><published>2010-01-27T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:21:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT IN A GOOD MOOD&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please do not comment me anymore. Comments are moderated and I can't moderate them because I can't click on "Manage Comments". Apparently haloscan is failing and yeah, so until I find a new one, please don't comment. Okay, I wouldn't know if you did anyway so it doesn't really matter. Anyway, gonna go take a shower and head to bed. Hope you're all well! Ta ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1457684812067451730?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1457684812067451730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1457684812067451730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-in-good-mood-shall-not-elaborate.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1249485283219717657</id><published>2010-01-26T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:02:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S133QYqG6jI/AAAAAAAACGw/eCp3oYvIqKM/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bored. Decided that If I slept earlier on I would probably wake up in the morning, which I wouldn't want to, so yeah. Went to sleep around 5ish or 6, got up @ 9 going 10, went to bed at 1030 after showering and woke up at 12, had dinner (bacon &amp;amp; wings, yummers) and brushed my teeth, went to bed nearing 1. Woke up at 2 and I'll be heading to bed soon since it's almost 4. Played with cameroid while drinking hot, sweetened milk and munching on Ferraro Rochers. This is probably the closest you will get to seeing me with my glasses on, sticking my tongue out at whosoever's looking. Decided to prtsc cos i can't be fucked to wait, hahaha. Yeah anyway, it's getting late and I obviously have nothing better to do, so I'm gonna go to bed now! Nightynight readers, hope you're all well ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1249485283219717657?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1249485283219717657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1249485283219717657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S133QYqG6jI/AAAAAAAACGw/eCp3oYvIqKM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1684770369961926120</id><published>2010-01-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:15:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;hello thr. im home now! so tired + hungry but lazy to eat hehehe. shall shower, have a smoke and head to bed alrd. am nvr in a good mood whenever im tired. get cranky, agitated and upset easily, tsk. daddy took so long at his stupid office and i had to wait in the car but he said he's taking me to taka for shopping soonish, not today cos im tired. gotta stop being lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;oh, im very irritated. stupid fat bitch kp so much, ownself so kp call people kp like fun leh. like to bua people think the nehneh like big only ask people don't stare at her cleavage. &lt;s&gt;i think&lt;/s&gt; my mozzie bites also bigger than hers pls. kkkk shut up now i kp so much ltr become like her, ugh, so turn off-ish :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;k la the more i type the angrier i get, so i shan't get myself so worked up for people with small tits since they are unimportant. except me cos i am awesome, which is different, hehehe. hope you're all well! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;like fun leh highlight the words hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1684770369961926120?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1684770369961926120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1684770369961926120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-thr.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2149343098781805273</id><published>2010-01-24T08:48:00.067+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:58:23.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning world. So I literally rolled outta bed and what amazes me is that I was woken up by the impact when I hit the door rather than when I hit the floor. For those who don't know, I have 2 beds stacked above each other, above a bed frame and that's pretty damn high if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have b'fast and head back to bed! I've been asleep for less than 6 hrs and I need my rest. Yeah anyway I have to wait for mummy to get b'fast and I am dead tired but sushi sounds pretty damn delightful and I know someone'll eat my share if I fall asleep. My siblings are such greedy bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have just decided to kiss infront of me. I am traumatized to death omgomgomg. I am so disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clearly I am very bored. I just realized one of my phones had macro so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1ulaYotmsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/-FN9k7rM5_k/s320/CIMG4303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early. And why I do not take out the plastic thing is pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1ulXJjviPI/AAAAAAAACGI/d7qer7XhBbU/s320/CIMG4302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was fucking blue and everything looked so nice and calm, but yeah, shaky hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1uljCNLm-I/AAAAAAAACGo/wysj9WaEo-k/s320/CIMG4305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my board thing that I can't be fucked to finish doing right now. Yea shaky hands. Oh, apparently the phone has a million thingys you can choose from. For instance, contrast then edit color and then soften etc. Seems pretty basic but it comes out much nicer than other phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1uldtITDYI/AAAAAAAACGY/2067TFXC7rM/s320/CIMG4308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote-y thingy on my board where I put all the quotes I chance upon in books/movies in. Toyed around&amp;nbsp; with the settings and whatnot and got this effect which was awesome so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1ulhEiNCNI/AAAAAAAACGg/9NAcwukfspk/s320/CIMG4309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er this one's supposed to be the corner with post-its but I haven't done it up yet so yeah. I love crayonkid + I got all these from the boxes of the chocolate biscuit thing you can get from Daiso. It isn't dirty cos the snack is packaged in a bag or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so how very interesting. You just saw 3 corners of my board wowowow. Yeah, I'm just really bored. It's 8:55 right now and I don't think I shall stay awake any longer since I am dead tired and I absofuckinglutely cannot be late later on. Hope you're all well! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2149343098781805273?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2149343098781805273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2149343098781805273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1ulaYotmsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/-FN9k7rM5_k/s72-c/CIMG4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8603525480476078833</id><published>2010-01-24T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:50:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1tBHJQ82rI/AAAAAAAACF4/stArQT97f2s/s200/snapshot22.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1tDX8qhFUI/AAAAAAAACGA/Rr72JKLgSj0/s200/Picture0008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kay so I caught Toothfairy with bf, Kelvin &amp;amp; a few others. T'was okay, I guess? Not that funny but there def were funny moments. Watched Facing The Giants(?) earlier on today which is one of those true-story/emotional/inspirational shows and yep, okay too. Having prata now hehehe. I know I'm a mess in the second picture. My hair was damp and I was in a rush. My room light blew out and I had to use my webcam as a mirror. No, I do not only have 1 mirror in the house, it is just that I don't like doing my make up in front of others and doing it in the toilet is fucking suffocating. Such awesomeness because my webcam has this nightmode thing installed, "for low light video chatting" according to the sticker. Yea anyway gonna call bf soonish, like when i'm done with my food so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw sorry for the lack of pictures. I don't rly like taking pictures and I especially hate doing so infront of/with others. The only times I camwhore are when I'm bored and alone, and with my webcam so there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8603525480476078833?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8603525480476078833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8603525480476078833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/kay-so-i-caught-toothfairy-with-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1tBHJQ82rI/AAAAAAAACF4/stArQT97f2s/s72-c/snapshot22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4133469251283394180</id><published>2010-01-23T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:46:09.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to watch Toothfairy. Funny how The Rock used to be a wrestler and now he's acting in comedy flicks, but well, I like comedies so I don't give a fuck. I feel sleepy. I shall wear my jeans today. Like any of you give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank you all for the concern. In response to one of you, I don't drink. My parents believe in spoiling us. As for smoking, not something I'm proud of but yeah, they are aware of it and have tried persuading me outta it. I haven't quit school, it's just that I am doing other things right now, but I'll be going back soon. Just a matter of time ;) And to another, I am sorry but I have absolutely no idea on how your relationship works and I'm not a guru or something so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have actually commented me and asked for their comments not to be posted so yea, no worries. I barely have anything on my hands and apparently to you people, I am a friend or something so don't worry about wasting my time. I do love to read your comments and they brighten up my day and make me know that I am not having a one-man conversation with myself so yeah. And feel free to add me anywhere, I don't mind and it feels weird with you people asking for permission, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall moderate the comments some other time. Haloscan is good only because people who hate me are too bloody lazy to scroll down and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you're all well and happy. Remember that I love y'all because all of you are such a friendly bunch, and I just so happen to love things that make me happy, even just for a bit. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4133469251283394180?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4133469251283394180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4133469251283394180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-watch-toothfairy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4482900630963159930</id><published>2010-01-23T03:02:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:17:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1opZRBz3eI/AAAAAAAACFg/gTzkeIqG8yM/s320/LGIM00322.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;//shoutout - i just need 2 rant so pls dont bother reading this and if u do, i do not need ur comments// &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;hello. ystd was vvvvvv. depressing/frustrating and it got me v sad/hurt/angry and yea i cried when i went home. i feel so horrible still and i cant sleep cos of this. been tossing arnd in bed waiting 2 fall asleep. k i know no point going on&amp;amp;on since it alrd happened and nothing i say/think/do will change anything and i will just get even more depressed thinking about it so yea, wtv, fuck it. if-only-twas-that-easy. er i think i talk too much ok ashley stfu im gg 2 bed now. gdnite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4482900630963159930?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4482900630963159930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4482900630963159930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-thr-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1opZRBz3eI/AAAAAAAACFg/gTzkeIqG8yM/s72-c/LGIM00322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7170780075767073723</id><published>2010-01-22T05:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:12:08.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY IS MY TIMING SO BLOODY SCREWED?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/p.s. i feel like sucha loser b'cos i cleared fb up and deleted all the guys. i only have 170 friends now hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7170780075767073723?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7170780075767073723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7170780075767073723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-my-timing-so-bloody-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8435818107454066987</id><published>2010-01-20T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:27:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so shabby. I'd do it up properly some other time. Was bored so yeah. In a rush since for some reason we are left with one laptop when we had 3 just yesterday. Sis needs to do her stupid crap so I'm gonna be reading my book now. My laptop is gnna be fixed yayx2. Yeah so hope you're all well, I love you all. Bye ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I did this instead. Codes aren't mine. I don't like credits on my page but it belongs to several people. The body of it belongs to empty, some of the fonts etc are from tm, the rest are just picked here and there and I can't possibly remember them all so yeah. The comment thing ain't working so I went back to haloscan. Don't really like it anymore since it changed to that Echo shit, so bloody confusing. Also, I have no idea how you people would see this skin since I'm using MF (apparently it works fine in&amp;nbsp;IE too) and a pretty wide screen. I don't know if the shit here gets screwed up if you're using a really compact laptop with a fucking tiny screen so yeah. Whatever, I can't seem to give so much as a fuck anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop still fixing. I am such a horrible person, had it for like less than 10 days and had it spoilt. Haha, I downloaded something stupid, which I am not gonna state here since it would be very embarrassing for me (no, not porn) and the whole thing couldn't function anymore so yep. I miss that thing so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and going to bed soon so nightynights people! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8435818107454066987?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8435818107454066987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8435818107454066987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5147787729974944368</id><published>2010-01-20T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:06:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So not blogging turns y'all into whiny vaginas. I just don't have anything happening that is blog worthy any longer. I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear about how I spent hours at Popular buying things I don't need anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Today feels especially like a stay-in day, it's so comfy, so peaceful. I just love afternoons like these. Except that I get really irked whenever someone talks to me or talks around me because it's just so annoying and spoils my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be pretty occupied this week with something, but it's not wanted anymore. Makes me feel so sad because I put so much thought and effort and spent quite a while thinking and drafting the whole thing up. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf wants to take me to the theme park when it opens omgomgomg. So happy because I just LOVE theme parks. There's something about it that makes me feel like running about and I feel so happy just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can tell from the size of their heads that midgets have mind-controlling powers.".&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712882154131698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1apmpBiUPI/AAAAAAAACD8/2eVvy_MLl-I/s320/CIMG4284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I bought at Popular is this thing which kills my boredom, hahaha. I just randomly make texts and stick it around the house/on people. Yes, I am very annoying but it is my new favorite toy so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712879332321154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1apmegw54I/AAAAAAAACD0/pRY5Ehaoljo/s320/CIMG4283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a collage from this gossip magazine because afternoons like these should be spent doing random stuff like this or reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712867348215410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1aplx3h9nI/AAAAAAAACDs/31zdbatyoMA/s320/CIMG4071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712858730310258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1aplRw3KnI/AAAAAAAACDk/JUtsgcMDyns/s320/CIMG4069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this picture which was taken super long ago, when I had bangs. Which was like, mid-year, last year? I found the really old video camera which actually uses casettes, and we (my sis &amp;amp; I) switched it to nightmode and took stupid pictures. I'm sure there were tons more, but I've only got 2 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712853752345266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1apk_OBcrI/AAAAAAAACDc/4Bu__t0SvVE/s320/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favoritestestestestest baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "Anonymous??" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428715024729642210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1arjWvWFOI/AAAAAAAACEE/ExSt4-I4onU/s320/HPIM0177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the quality, but you can pretty much make this out. The thing I am holding is this thing that blows out really cold air so that the pain is minimized. Well, that's what the doctor said. The thing he's holding is the lasery thingy which looks fucking harmless but hurts like a bitch. Yes, it is more painful than doing a tat. There's another way to laser your tats but the one I'm doing is least painful, or so I heard, but requires you to go for a session every month, for a whole lotta months, so it prolly takes more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, don't expect regular updates because I doubt I'd be that efficient in blogging anymore. Plus the fact that I am reading TTTW like finally so yeah. Still love you all though. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5147787729974944368?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5147787729974944368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5147787729974944368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-not-blogging-turns-yall-into-whiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1apmpBiUPI/AAAAAAAACD8/2eVvy_MLl-I/s72-c/CIMG4284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-632080412759596884</id><published>2010-01-15T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:54:05.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laptop down, blogging @ cyrus. fucking freezing. wait for me kkkkkz. bye. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-632080412759596884?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/632080412759596884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/632080412759596884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/laptop-down-blogging-cyrus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1681733332805886335</id><published>2010-01-06T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:20:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cough is so annoying omg. It's been here for months, just that sometimes it's not that bad and sometimes it's very bad. I've taken medicine and all I've drank at home is plain water, which sucks. I hate plain water, so bloody tasteless. Refuse to see a doctor because I hate taking medicine and yeah, everyone already knows how much I hate going to the doctor's. Daddy says I may get asthma really soon, ugh. The only thing I find awesome about asthma is the inhalers, perhaps people with asthma would disagree but well, I just find it awesome to have an inhaler. I think my blog has been about cough for at least a week now, I am such a whiny vagina, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had lunch and I'm gonna prepare now. So stupid, I overslept and now everyone's out, so I have like 5 bucks on me. Asked mummy to send me money but she's in a meeting till 3 or something so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get Vista back but I have no idea how, so if any one of you could help me, I'd appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Moschino top but bf would get pissed if I wore it so yeah, chucked away in my wardrobe then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm super hardcore because... I still haven't stepped into school. No books, no shoes, no uniform, no bag, no nothing. Well, actually I dug out an old Louis Vuitton but I'm thinking of using the blue Burberry one. Still stressing over an issue about school, bf knows, but yeah. Have no idea how I'm gonna go about doing this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, hope you're all well! Love y'all! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1681733332805886335?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1681733332805886335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1681733332805886335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-cough-is-so-annoying-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8014667886094697387</id><published>2010-01-06T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:28:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COUGH FUCKING IRRITATING CCB GOING BACK TO SLEEP UGH FUCK BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8014667886094697387?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8014667886094697387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8014667886094697387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/cough-fucking-irritating-ccb.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-8659281725701847288</id><published>2010-01-05T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:16:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. If your parents think you've died in your room, and the door's locked, what would they do? Mine would leave me alone for a day, because according to them, "We wanted to confirm that you were dead.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta new laptop. It's acer, I don't really like acer because of the boring designs, but I guess so long as it's gotta webcam, allows me to go to blogs, facebook and whatnot, I'm fine with it. No more Macs, so happy! Had to keep deleting nonsense. I guess the only thing I actually like about Macs is the dashboard, and the thing where you press a button and all your windows become small and spread out. I have no idea what that thing is called though. So yeah, Macs can suck my giant dick. Changed Vista to Xp also, because my brother said it was better and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a Samsung or a BB? I still can't make up my mind because every time I think that I do, a new phone comes out and I get caught between choosing this one over the new phone. So frustrating pls. I hate how quickly they produce phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the longest sleep ever. Okay, not exactly, but still pretty long so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haloscan up, comments moderated ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are over and I haven't even stepped into school. Still down with the cough, it's fucking killing me. I'm so boring today, gah. Going out to meet bf soonish dumdumdum. Oh, his surgery is done, yay. I waited alone while he had it done, t'was fucking boring. Anyway, hope you're all well! x&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:0pt;" &gt;It's the 5th and you're still with me. I thank God for the choice given to you. I can't and will never bear to be apart from you for such a long time. Love you! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-8659281725701847288?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8659281725701847288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/8659281725701847288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2320392072276885394</id><published>2010-01-03T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:13:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:70px;"&gt;FUCK 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can suck my giant dick, any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2320392072276885394?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2320392072276885394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2320392072276885394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-399942601581339697</id><published>2010-01-03T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:38:28.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New shiny things from Daddy. He's back from wherever he went so yay! Top just came in though my oxfords seem to be taking forever. Which is exactly why I hate online shopping. I hate the wait. I very much prefer paying cash upfront and getting my stuff immediately. I like carrying shopping bags, they bring comfort to my eyes. What I like more, is probably trying the stuff I buy and then hanging them up in my wardrobe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so awake. My cough is getting worse and daddy insists on me seeing a doctor. Does anyone have any fucking idea how much I hate going to the doctor's (or the dentist)? I hate the wait, I hate having to sit there and talk about shit and waste my (mother's) money on someone telling me I have cough. No shit, Sherlock. I refuse to pay a cent to have someone tell me what I already know, I want to get better, that's all. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a miser. I just like spending money on stuff I actually like instead of waiting a good hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my dad spotted the obvious in a show and I went, "No shit, Sherlock.", and he actually thought I was complimenting him. Being ignorant probably runs in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S0AKfSdNwLI/AAAAAAAACDU/pnYDq9INbNU/s320/Photo23-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422345484000673970" /&gt;I found this quite awhile back. T'was a locket I made before my younger brother was born, which was about 9 years ago? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah anyway, I'm going to bed now. Cough has been ruining my sleep. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I can't get back to sleep. My sides hurt like a bitch and I swear that it's so motherfucking painful, I do not even wish for the people I hate to encounter such pain. Literally curled up in a ball and my face was probably gremlin-like. No, that is not my actual face, it was way uglier and luckily no one witnessed it because I would prolly die of embarrassment. Plus my cough is getting worse, I actually puked thrice. Which was disturbing and totally something you didn't have to know, but now you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it when people insist that it's cramps or that I have diarrhea. I am not shitting liquid and I do not have cramps, and even if I do, the pain also comes when my reds are off, so there. I just have testicular cancer. Btw my reds are fucking irregular because they just came, again. Which sucks so much I am prepared to kill myself except the fact that this world has too little awesome people and losing one would be a shame stops me from doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Rachel for lunch if bf isn't awake by 3, then I'll meet him later ;) Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-399942601581339697?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/399942601581339697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/399942601581339697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-shiny-things-from-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S0AKfSdNwLI/AAAAAAAACDU/pnYDq9INbNU/s72-c/Photo23-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-1026188149112399103</id><published>2010-01-03T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:21:06.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sz-MPZNWM6I/AAAAAAAACDM/g975gwDa0qc/s320/IMG_1557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422206672470160290" /&gt;Credits to MC once again. Me looking like shit because it was so hot (and also because I naturally look like shit) with my lvl 72 Rayquaza that bf caught. Haha, gameboy advance sp, brings back so many memories. Mummy got it for all 4 of us when we were like, superbly young and I used to battle my brother in Pokemon. We were like, the awesomest kids in our tuition centre because we had something no one else had. Amazingly, it isn't spoilt, unlike all my other stuff (handphones, laptops, psps, etc).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister owned me in Call of Duty and I officially hate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is my timing on blogger so fucking screwed?! :( Anyway, kinda late but enjoy the last of your holidays! Hope you're all well, mucho loves! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-1026188149112399103?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1026188149112399103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/1026188149112399103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/credits-to-mc-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sz-MPZNWM6I/AAAAAAAACDM/g975gwDa0qc/s72-c/IMG_1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5426601533500339821</id><published>2010-01-01T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:49:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sz66oNNPZEI/AAAAAAAACDE/kdNAaJDtjeU/s320/IMG_15502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421976201303385154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It makes me wonder what I mean to you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angry but mostly disappointed. Morning was ruined, hopefully I'm not in such a pissed off mood tonight. What a great way to start a year. My lashes are so long in the picture, and I'm not using mascara! Credits to MC who stood on a chair taking pictures, hehe, so cute. Gng 2 bed now, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5426601533500339821?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5426601533500339821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5426601533500339821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;-('/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sz66oNNPZEI/AAAAAAAACDE/kdNAaJDtjeU/s72-c/IMG_15502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4256206846115813032</id><published>2009-12-31T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:45:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay last day of 09. I am such a procrastinator because I was supposed to do something for bf and hand it to him today, but... yeah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am so hooked on lamebook. I have absolutely no life at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munching on caramel apples which is yummers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am watching The Bucket List now, I love this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family having dinner tonight but I'll be out with bf and Daddy's being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I gotta go now, bye people. Hope you're all well and Happy New Year in advance. I'll put haloscan back up when I'm home because some of you people annoy me, and being able to moderate comments makes me feel more powerful. Haha, wtf, I know. Mucho loves, x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4256206846115813032?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4256206846115813032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4256206846115813032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-last-day-of-09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4155418406406383628</id><published>2009-12-30T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:10:17.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Er okay, hi. I feel horrible now, so horrible, I do not even feel like smoking. And I guess that's pretty damn horrible. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home early yesterday because, like I said, I was feeling really horrible. My sides were hurting so badly and my head was pounding. Plus it was freezing (to me) even outside. So yeah. SGH before that to accompany bf and he has to undergo a surgery on Monday, and it's my fault! I think he's being very sarcastic when he thanks me for giving him more MCs so he doesn't have to go to camp, because so far, he has 2 weeks off and after surgery, it's probably even longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to those who ask, I actually delete my tags because most I can't be bothered to reply, hahaha. I mean, when you have a million (ok, exaggerating, I am only a mediocre blogger) tags asking you the same thing, it's kind of exhausting replying each and every one of them. I just save random ones that have similar comments and then remember the names. Yes, I've got good memory (k la, actually I just save the comments in Microsoft Word, hehe). Oh, about my tattoo, it's reallyyyyy faded, and there're er.. holes in between them because of the laser thingy so it's kind of pointless if I were to take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Edit: K, so because I'm such a nice person, I searched my archives to find you this picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SK7sk0d3YYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VAGInnQrc9Q/s1600-h/DSC02190.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SK7sk0d3YYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VAGInnQrc9Q/s320/DSC02190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237383533981819266" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was taken immediately after doing the tattoo and because of the lousy editing, the details are not very clear. But then again, it's the only one I have so y'all would have to make do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SODIAenagRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8bG_TPAsA0c/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SODIAenagRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8bG_TPAsA0c/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251417076057932050" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one's the one on my ankle, taken about a day or two after it was done. Not a very good picture either, since I was falling down... It's just a heartogram, so yeah.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to E, you're pretty damn stalkerish because I know you view sourced and put the html code up in your own blog or something, then expanded the height, right! Okay, I only knew that because I did that to this bitch just so I could comment on her private blog, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.am.so.bent.on.losing.weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost the end of the year! You know what I'm most excited about?! Writing 01/01/10 or any other date with the number "10" at the back. Hahaha, yes, I know it's pretty stupid. Hope you're all well! x ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-4155418406406383628?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4155418406406383628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4155418406406383628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/er-okay-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SK7sk0d3YYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VAGInnQrc9Q/s72-c/DSC02190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2719254775016723791</id><published>2009-12-29T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:44:11.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the morning sun. It exposes my flaws, the patchiness of my make up and what not. Come to think of it, I hate the sun. Not trying to be some psychotic bitch, but I love when night falls because well, it's dark, and your flaws are hidden. Just like a flash on the camera. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so need a smoke now, but I have none. My sides hurt and it's bright outside. Pretty grumpy today and I'd prolly whine to bf. Serves him right for "cultivating me into a diamond" (inside joke) and getting me agitated yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this girl on my cbox who like, copy and pastes fairy tales which is totally awesome because I FUCKING LOVE FAIRY TALES. I mean, who doesn't? Stop with the emo crap on how fairy tales give you a false sense of love, it's your fault you dipshits are too dumb to realize that it is just a fucking story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, another thing, I hate it when people try to make sense out of the fairy tales and yes, I am referring to someone who fakes her tags and hit counter, hahaha. I mean, if you really wanted to, then ask yourself why the fucking animals talk. Gosh, fairy tales are meant for kids, and if you wanna try be some mature dickhead then you can damn well screw yourself instead of trying to be funny. Guess what? You bore me, you're ugly, you're flat chested, and you're a liar. Well, I am ugly, flat chested and a liar at times ("Yeah, I'm gonna leave the house now...") but at least I don't bore people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why get so fucking proud over your meagre amount of readers? 100 and you're having screen shots of everything up. What a fag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, as I had said, I am grumpy and I should really head out now. Hope you're all well. 09 is coming to an end! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2719254775016723791?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2719254775016723791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2719254775016723791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-morning-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5857402431570286389</id><published>2009-12-28T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:59:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what she said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, just a quick one before I call bf. Am getting quite lazy to reply tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, everyone knows a "That's what she said" joke is enough to make me laugh, but at most times, I'm just kinda slow (most!). Tell me any joke and I go, "Wha...oh, you mean like... OH HAHAHAHHAA".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;*referring to a soggy fry* EW IT'S SO THICK AND SOFT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rach:&lt;/b&gt; That's what she said ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rach: &lt;/b&gt;That's what she said! Don't you get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;She as in? You mean **** (some girl we were bitching about)? Ew, don't compare me to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rach:&lt;/b&gt; GOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*moment of silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;OH WAIT I GET IT NOW HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rach:&lt;/b&gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I don't quite get sarcasm. Not the kind where people tell me I'm pretty because that's kinda obvious (that it's sarcasm, not that I'm pretty) or that I'm tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlene:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yeahhhh&lt;/i&gt;, I'm &lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; going to M'sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; OMG SERIOUS WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From MLIA: &lt;b&gt;Today, I convinced 7 people it is impossible to drown in orange juice due to the thin layer of air the pulp creates that allows you to breathe while submerged.&lt;/b&gt; Faith in society is slowly decreasing. MLIA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the bolded part and actually believed it until I saw what it said at the end.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess the lift doesn't go quite up there, if you get what I mean. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I just got back home not too long ago. Was with bf and we headed to SGH so he could get his arm into a cast. It's kinda cool because I always thought casts were just your hand wrapped in a whole lot of bandage. Either that or there's a metal thing inserted INTO your arm/broken part of body and you have it bandaged up. Actually, it comes in this liquid form at first and then it's like plaster or something because it becomes really hot and hard. Still quite amazed because if I was given that liquid thing, I would play with it the whole day. I would probably cover my waist in plaster so it doesn't get any bigger, but I guess that's kinda stupid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, had Spize for dindin and t'was pretty yummy except for the fact that I had sushi before that and was really full. Does anyone hate it as much as I do when you're stuffed yet you still wanna have that delicious dish? Skipskipskip because some things are just too personal to be up here, and yes, I typed this on purpose to make you people curious, heh. L4D after at Cyrus and the computers there break my balls. It keeps shutting down during some important part, like the ending, when a tank/horde appears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of L4D, does any one of you feel a sense of achievement whenever you manage to kill the most infected, a tank/smoker/hunter or even a boomer (I stick to L4D instead of the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; version), or whenever you manage to help someone and also getting the most headshots? Well, I do. Hate it whenever I try to kill one of those monsters and some other player kills it instead. I'd be like, "THE FUCK?!". Apparently I also get more vulgar when I play L4D and I don't mean in a sexual way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remembered, does anyone ever play this slapping game with your boyfriend/girlfriend where you slap each other? Because bf &amp;amp; I do it and admittedly, it's pretty weird. Hahaha, whatever, it's fun... until I get pissed off cos I keep losing. Actually I pretend to be pissed off so he would come near to me and when he's all, "Sorry..." I SLAP HIM. Hahaha, alright shut up. I did your mum and she did it to me, so it's not weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're all well. Enjoy your holidays, people. x&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/5789239146476882359-5857402431570286389?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5857402431570286389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5857402431570286389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s what she said'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5673772812319667296</id><published>2009-12-27T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:12:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend is a joke but I shan't embarrass him because I am sure he has embarrassed himself enough, hahaha. He keeps playing MY pokemon and I like to boast to my younger brother about how my pokemon are now higher level than his, hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scared my mum in the kitchen and she almost peed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna L4D I guess ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VANESSA EA POST THE UGLY PICTURES ON FB!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah I wouldn't take a proper picture so I guess I look fugs in all. Vanessa &amp;amp; Grace = super sensitive because they think everyone is hitting on me even though my make up is smudged and I look like a gremlin or something. Going out with them = being molested, and Vanessa pinches are superbly painful :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cough is so bad I puked :( So irritated because I keep waking up because of the cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony Horrowitz scares me. I am a pussy when it comes to horror stories because it messes with my imagination and freaks me out. The last story was called "The shortest horror story" and it says to read the first word of every sentence. It sums up to "I will murder you soon." and I got really freaked out. I am such a wuss, hahaha. There was this one where a young boy got eaten by a group of cannibals in approx 58 seconds in an elevator which scares me out of taking crowded elevators. Okay, shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking 5 seconds of my life out to thank you people for clicking on my ads! Mwahs, love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall reply tags some other time. And yes, I was at Sentosa on Tuesday with Vanny &amp;amp; Grace. My pink top is from Mango and it costs only $9. Cardigan was from there too, $29.90 if I'm not wrong. My top later on is from Topshop. I am a dwarf. I hate repetitive tags. Bye ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5673772812319667296?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5673772812319667296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5673772812319667296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-boyfriend-is-joke-but-i-shant.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-4599275245715949054</id><published>2009-12-26T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:08:35.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people who try to prove me wrong even though I'm right. For instance, trying to prove that I am a boy instead of a girl. It's just plain stupid, especially if they're so bloody insistent. Double hate people who refuse to admit that they're wrong even when proven so, and find some lousy excuse like, "How do you expect me to know?" to cover their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friend keeps calling even though I told her that she's not home. It just pisses me off because my sister has a fucking handphone and hasn't she ever heard of contacting her through there?! On a much lighter note, my neighbor dropped me off a present even though he's pretty afraid of me. I apologized for shouting at him last year because even so, he still made it a point to wish me (a belated) Merry Christmas and made a handmade card apologizing for pissing me off so long ago. Aww, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa's facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SzWhS1q4lCI/AAAAAAAACCk/SRBd4xU3O2U/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px; text-align: center; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SzWhS1q4lCI/AAAAAAAACCk/SRBd4xU3O2U/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419415071626925090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, damn stupid because when I went out with her, she kept asking for my Ricola and gave this whiny face whenever I refused to give her one. And she got very happy with having shaker fries because Aus doesn't have any and she was desperate yet a certain someone was too lazy/tired to buy her own meal. Lousy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel &amp;amp; I unwrapped the presents we gave each other on Skype and we both got Anna Sui perfume for each other. Super confused ttm because we both thought we had exchanged the wrong presents and kept the ones that were supposed to be exchanged. Stupidity with her = laughing loudly in front of the webcam at 1am in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fags taste horrible with my cough. Oh, bf made me admit that I was addicted by tickling the fuck outta me and going, "Are you addicted?" and stopping only when I said yes. Just so you people know, I am crazily sensitive and squeezing my arm is enough to make me squirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this post is random enough. Waiting for my hair to dry before heading out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Rachel HAHAHA SO AWESOME. Stop with the epic omgz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Hi Ashley Sorry, I don't. I only have limited knowledge on html codes, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Pia You.fap.to.14.year.olds?!?!?!?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Somebahdy Nope, no previous text. Haha, alrght :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Charlene Yessss, went down to plaza yesterday but didn't see you? :/ I'll be going down later, so if I see you I pass it to you k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Blue Nope, sorry, it's not for sale :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Anony Yep, that was me. I get very agitated, can't be blamed, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Vanny HAHA SERIOUSLY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Dania Nope, nobody. I'm sorry! Oh, yep, he does. You can go down and find out the number, or prolly just google it. Then, book an appointment and you're done ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passerby Haha, nah, I'm not rich. I live in a condominium, I'm average! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Random Yeah, I am. Clementi Town Secondary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Books Er, from the library? Haha. Yep, pretty interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ATIQQA Hahaha, but I feel so ugly :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ANONY I don't know, since mid year, last year, I guess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Pp You're Priscilla from Cts or?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@:) Awww, thank you! *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Pikachu HAHAHAHA YES I DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@78364929482 Yeah, I know her. She's a fucking leech, befriends you for money and then hops on to another one with more cash when she's sucked you dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@UTO Haha, serious?! Yep, he's my boyfriend's good friend &amp;amp; my superduperduperduperduperbestfriend (HAHA), why? ;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Dawn Alright, I'll find some time soon to meet you, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@? Whatever happened to her isn't really much of my concern, it's much better without her anyway ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Stephie Hahahaha shut up, you sick bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Anon Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Yuki Uh huh... alright. If you like, I could ask her for you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Brucelover Well, yesterday, I was with him. On Christmas Eve, I was with him. Prolly this whole week I've spent with him. And guess what? I'm meeting him later on! What about you? Doing anything with your darling Bruce "lover"? Obviously not. You are such a joke :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passer How come? There's nothing to be jealous about! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@- Er, no? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reply rest of tags some other time, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5789239146476882359-4599275245715949054?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4599275245715949054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/4599275245715949054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-people-who-try-to-prove-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SzWhS1q4lCI/AAAAAAAACCk/SRBd4xU3O2U/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6986626300179586194</id><published>2009-12-25T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:37:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Merry X'mas people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate flirts who're fucking attached. I mean, seriously, do they not think about their boy/girlfriend? Especially if the other person really does love them. Hate people who make empty promises, who say things they don't fucking mean. Always thought you'd changed for the better, that you'd stick to your words and fucking spare a thought for him. I don't really know him well enough, but all I know is that he'd be pretty damn hurt if he ever found out. If you missed him, you wouldn't find other guys because, well, missing him means thinking of him, means wanting him to be there with you. You once asked me to help you, I tried. I tried defending you, you said you'd changed and even though no one else believed you, I did. A leopard will never change it's spots, and I should really have known better than helping the hopeless, and to help someone who doesn't give a fuck was just a waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super irked this Christmas. I am sick and my feet hurts because I fell down, hahaha. Oh well, going out to meet bf soonish, I hope. Family is having a Christmas celebration downstairs, prolly with relatives and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm getting uglier. I have pictures which I refuse to post just because my face is horrible. Ugh can't stand myself. Perhaps 14 years of constantly looking at mirrors has made me sick of my face :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.am.bored.and.in.a.rush. Bye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6986626300179586194?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6986626300179586194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6986626300179586194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-2416020320064791968</id><published>2009-12-24T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:41:16.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grace &amp;amp; Vanny yesterday was super awesome \m/&lt;br /&gt;We didn't shop but spent like, a crazy lot on food &amp;amp; transport alone. Lousy Grace wanted to go to some hei se hui lao da, but we went to Imperial Restaurant (if I'm not wrong) just because they had cute chairs, and the two fatties wanted xlb. Oh btw, Grace like totally embarrassed herself, hahaha. Her haircut is super cute btw, like pikachu or something! I like to press my cheej against the both of them because it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny how you flaunt so much even though every-friggin'-body knows your shit is FAKE. Prada, Chanel &amp;amp; Gucci seldom, or never, have threads hanging out of them and they very obviously do not rip apart so easily. I really do hate people who carry imitation goods because I mean, if you can't afford it, don't pretend you can. And I fucking hate people who try to flaunt something they DO NOT HAVE. For example, Barabara (I'm not talking about her btw). I mean, not that I look down on anybody, but if I can't afford stuff, I don't say I can -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at Jeremy's together with bf and I'm dead bored since bf's in the shower and Jeremy's dead asleep. We threw pegs at him to wake him up ^-^ Yep so anyway, I have totally nothing to blog so like, I'm not gonna blog... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-2416020320064791968?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2416020320064791968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/2416020320064791968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/grace-vanny-yesterday-was-super-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-5939596165332167975</id><published>2009-12-22T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:35:55.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIII IT'S 5:30 IN THE MORNING AND I AM AWAKE HAHAHAHA I AM SO EXCITED I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bf is prolly gonna be a grouch because I never manage to wake up on time whenever I'm meeting him, but I do so whenever I'm meeting friends. Well, that doesn't apply to everybody! First time I met April, I was half and hour late. Niania bbg should know how often I am late since we used to meet up every Saturday and I was always late. Rachel, Stephie &amp;amp; Riri are the other ones who'd always complain. It's just that I haven't seen both Grace and Vanny since forever, and I am reallyyyyy excited to see them! So not to worry bf, you are still very important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Grace last night before going to bed and she wanted to pretend to be a counsellor while I was the "problematic child". Fucking hilarious. I love that dugong-hamster-mashimaro girl (or boy, I don't know) because she is full of nonsense and never fails to make me laugh. And according to her, I am not so &lt;i&gt;nininana&lt;/i&gt; (her term for girly) anymore, which I have no idea is a good thing or not! Vanny says I sound like a fairy/pixie, and that I'm so floaty! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I change my mind. It's prolly gonna be a long day later on so I'd go to bed! Hahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-5939596165332167975?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5939596165332167975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/5939596165332167975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiiii-its-530-in-morning-and-i-am-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-3158773519926004003</id><published>2009-12-21T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:15:33.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found out my name was already planned way before my gender was made known. My dad thought it was really smart to have me have a unisex name since he wouldn't have to worry about it later on, and it would work whether I was a boy or a girl. Same goes for my younger sister. My dad is the laziest bastard ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car -&lt;br /&gt;*Daddy speeding up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Drive faster, ahgua&lt;br /&gt;*Speeds up even more*&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHGUA&lt;br /&gt;*Speeds up even more*&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHGUA&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: SHUT UP I AM NOT AN AHGUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some really tall guy enters the lift*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you feel like a kid again?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: No, because my car is better than his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if someone gave a better looking guy the whole bag of chips and asked you to eat the crumbs?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: That would never happen. I may be short, but I am not ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is such an arrogant bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHWTF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x2d.xanga.com/cbdf644003235260549566/w207547477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Cakalusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Atiqqa HIIII HAHAHA I THINK YOU VERY PRETTY ALSO. I'll take a clearer one some time soonish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@-.- No, I do not think I am very pretty, and usually I think I look like crap. If someone came up to me and told me I'm pretty, I would laugh, but if it's on the net, I'd be polite and thank them. Anyway, what's it to you whether or not I think I'm pretty? I mean, even if I did think I was, it doesn't change your life a single bit. Btw, I hope my blog irks you a whole lot more. You must be very affected by me, a total stranger, to read my blog and comment on every little shit I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@EH Don't copy me!!!!!! Thank you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anon Yeah, sure! I'm friendly, but people think otherwise because apparently, I sound like a bitch, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@:) Omgzzz you flatter me so much, haha. I like you commenting because you always find nice things to say about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@PERCERT I totally understand. You're a fat piece of shit with nothing to his name apart from his raging hormones, who thinks young girls like me are slutty because I carry branded bags. If you said something more like, "You're a slut because you wear short skirts", perhaps that would be more acceptable. And no, I do not sleep around for those bags since they are given to me by my parents, and the thought of sleeping with them would disable me from ever having a boner with my 4m long dick. Which is, just so you know, 3.99m longer than yours ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Passer 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@0 Haha, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Passer Oh, no worries! It doesn't take up much of my time. Cheryl? I know a couple of Cheryls, which school is she from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Rach CCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Brucelover Does saying shit like this make him yours? Nah, I was with him today, how could he be out with "another girl"? Haha, the way you're so desperate to the extent of making stuff up just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Lynette I'm 14 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dawn Hahaha so awesome. Lets meet up real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Passer ORLY? Nah, I must've been pretty damn bored. It's "The Complete Horrowitz Horror" by Anthony Horrowitz. Yes, I do read. It's pretty interesting! Thanks for the concern, by the way. And I know, I'm really short! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@passer Oh, I see. Haha, so weird, but I'll take it as a compliment. Hopefully she never showed you how I looked like when I was 12, hahahaha buttplug ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Yuki Doesn't matter :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passer Oh, hi then. Well, you can add me up on facebook instead, because I'm seldom online. But feel free to add me up on msn if you wish :) Oh, no she doesn't have pictures of me. Perhaps I'd scan in my p6 class photo, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-3158773519926004003?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3158773519926004003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/3158773519926004003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dad-is-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-6569700238387147400</id><published>2009-12-21T08:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:29:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I just woke up and I'm really tired. Just wanted to say that I love my boyfriend a whole lot and I'm meeting Vanny &amp;amp; Grace tomorrow!!! Duper sexcited omgggzzzz. Very random but my favorite thing to say now is "CB, AHGUA." and "Ugh, break my balls..". Yes, I know I do not speak as well as I type, now shut up. My favorite time to say "CB, AHGUA!" is when I see a guy smoking something really cold (e.g. Next Chill Menthol) or when someone is just being a pussy. So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling so moody ngahngahngah. Feel like punching somebody. Ashley stop thinking and go back to sleep GAAAAAHHHHCCBHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to Rachie so I'm feeling better ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachie: You can't speak hokkien to save your life.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: YES I CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to type a phrase/word of anything hokkien and like, I actually tricked her and typed tons of nonsense with random meanings, hahaha. BUT EVEN WITHOUT TRICKING HER I STILL WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double edit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Vanny, if you ever read this, call me! I'm so duper excited tomorrow. Haven't seen the both of you in AGES and well, I just can't wait. We all had quarrels, minor or large, some of them my fault, but I'm so glad I have the both of you as friends and I'm really glad we were able to talk things out eventually because both of you are the most fab people I have ever known and you 2 are someone I can really talk to and love enough to spill out everything to. Well, just a short one since I'm gonna go prepare and meet bf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-6569700238387147400?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6569700238387147400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/6569700238387147400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-i-just-woke-up-and-im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-239646871690122201</id><published>2009-12-21T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:14:50.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You readers who comment are such fabulous people. I really do appreciate the (nice) comments and it makes my night whenever I read them! I delete my comments from cbox because I don't like the idea of checking which one I've replied to before, but I do save them in a folder beforehand! Haha, I know I sound really stalkerish but hey, the idea of having someone take out even a minute of their life to type something nice just makes me smile. Well, a lot of things make me smile but this is def one of the more "make me smile"-ish ones on my list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed my day with bf. It's BishiBashi, not bimbam, and he owned me at this time. Hung around and just chilled till night, as usual. Guess it sounds pretty boring but every day I spend with him is pretty special. This time round, I don't wish for any drama. It's nice, just doing nothing. Admittedly, I didn't really like like him when we were together since I just broke up with R and all, but after awhile, seeing him so nice, caring for me, I &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; him. I know it sounds gay but I'm being serious, and I absolutely do not care if you people are puking in front of your computer screens because that's just how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I miss you people :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Yuki Oh, I see. Nah, I don't like her. Tell her that! Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Bruce You only read one of my posts and you think I'm sweet? Aw, I love you double much ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Pb Yep, both of them work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Passerby I honestly have no idea! I just get Daddy to trim the ends since he used to work as that, hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passer Why, thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Dania You're welcome. Sorry I'm not interested. But readers, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;will you be interested in buying a BEBE rhinestone logo tee in grey in size s? its bnwt and im letting it go @ $55&lt;/span&gt;". Do tag me if you are! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@:) I want fats, but every time I eat, they only go to my face, which sucks because now, I've got a fat face + skinny body = alien much? Hahaha, you tagging my blog is so awesome because you never fail to inflate my ego hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Brucelover FUCK OFF. Gosh, can you be any less annoying. Bf just tagged me. He didn't tag you, now did he? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Somebahdy Haha, your name reminds me of this youtube video where they pranked an Asian! Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passer Yep, I do remember Winnie, thou I'm not very close with her. Oh, how old are you? And you're from Pei Hwa too? ;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@r Heyyyy rririririiririririiiii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Hotncold You're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up then you're down! HAHAH WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Guest Haha, thank you dear ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Vanny MY PHONE IS FUCKED :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am chatting with Vanny &amp;amp; Grace now. Going to bed soon. Nightynights people!&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/5789239146476882359-239646871690122201?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/239646871690122201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/239646871690122201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-readers-who-comment-are-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789239146476882359.post-7788473716630252973</id><published>2009-12-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:54:11.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, I just woke up. Not in a very good mood. meeting bf later on so hopefully he'll make it better ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was plaza, Orchard, Holland, plaza. Bf was getting annoyed with the crowds yet he still waited for me to finish shopping. Aw, love him maximum. Really limited varieties of clothes that I actually liked :( Shall go down some other time instead. Gonna go shower and meet him now, yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@:) Haha, yay. He's in Maris Stella High School. Click on "Ashley Kho" in my profile, it'll lead you to my facebook ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@= It's the normal one. Thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Anon Thank you! It's from Zara, and the skirt's from Far East, about $30+. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Dania The wrist one (2" x 2") was $40 and the one on my ankle (1.5" x 1.5") is $30, kinda overpriced for the ankle since it isn't as detailed as my wrist's tattoo and it's just something really basic &amp;amp; small (heartogram). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Passer Oh, it's from Zara. 70 bucks :) You could go check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Rach I'm being nice! And I actually liked her until she started being some over obsessive freak, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@sdf Good evening? Haha. Nah, I just have the tendency to make the best out of nothing. Thank you anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@passer Yeah, sure! You're? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@xoxo, instocksxzc, madblogshop, SALES please don't spam if you wish to advertise. It doesn't show to anyone except me and I don't like the fact that I have to search for my tags in between yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Yuki Oh, haha. Don't bullshit with me! You still hang around with Yuting? *sticks finger down throat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Passerby Oh, you saw me? Thank you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789239146476882359-7788473716630252973?l=doingyourmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7788473716630252973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789239146476882359/posts/default/7788473716630252973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doingyourmum.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-people-i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845572266515385841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S9SZMJ1QxPI/AAAAAAAACPc/MSxg84hSaKY/S220/Picture0194.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
