<?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-5274846602607269957</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:57:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK AND FROLICK</title><subtitle type='html'>not just rainbows and candy-canes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-3461487106941514655</id><published>2010-01-21T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:52:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1gVKp-S4hI/AAAAAAAACEM/I1UC71dxxDw/s1600-h/CIMG4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 560px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429112623605146130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/S1gVKp-S4hI/AAAAAAAACEM/I1UC71dxxDw/s400/CIMG4283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-3461487106941514655?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/3461487106941514655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=3461487106941514655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/3461487106941514655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/3461487106941514655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/S1gVKp-S4hI/AAAAAAAACEM/I1UC71dxxDw/s72-c/CIMG4283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-6584702395280325860</id><published>2009-12-10T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:34:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have issues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I know I'm ignoring blogger, but I'm hooked onto tumblr. Like seriously. So maybe y'all could all just go over to tumblr instead of sticking to blogger? And stop spamming my cbox!!!!! I'm not dead yet, roar. Tumblr is like, so much happier than blogger, hahahaha. Am replying the tags there btw :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doingyourmum.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-6584702395280325860?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/6584702395280325860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=6584702395280325860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6584702395280325860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6584702395280325860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-603591962571454730</id><published>2009-12-09T06:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:30:57.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://doingyourmum.tumblr.com"&gt;Hey y'all. Random but tumblr's my new fave. It's like twitter except without the 140 character limit, and pictures/videos are posted as it is, instead of some url, which still has to be shortened! But it's so fun there, so I'll keep blogger for the longer, more personal stuff. Tumblr makes me wanna upload a million pix because like, it's so easy. Everything is easy on tumblr, even your mum. Hehehe. I've gotta stop making stupid jokes about doing your mum. Btw click this whole text for my tumblr. I'm bored &amp;amp; I need a smoke, bye!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-603591962571454730?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/603591962571454730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=603591962571454730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/603591962571454730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/603591962571454730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-960701565528636891</id><published>2009-12-07T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:22:16.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( ^ - ^ )</title><content type='html'>What have you actually done for me? I miss Vanny, Rachiebaby, Niania &amp;amp; Riri. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;: He he, nah. Hi anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHAH what the fuck?! Omgggz, someone's lying to make herself seem wanted.. isn't that just the saddest thing ever? Hahaha, her face is so bloody atrocious that even her boobs don't help! (I am not jealous of ugly people with big boobs) Hahahah, ew, spots? I never noticed because she always wears skinnies and a cardigan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanny:&lt;/b&gt; HIHIHI I MISS YOU MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;r:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pserby:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha, serious? Alright then. Change is good, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous:&lt;/b&gt; Er, no? I'm crazy short! Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel:&lt;/b&gt; I was riding your mum like she was Mario cart..! She's &lt;i&gt;flyyyyyyyy.&lt;/i&gt; Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-960701565528636891?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/960701565528636891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=960701565528636891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/960701565528636891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/960701565528636891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_07.html' title='( ^ - ^ )'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-1876233468816651114</id><published>2009-12-07T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:49:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gg:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous&lt;/b&gt; : I just thought it'd be nice for a change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle:&lt;/b&gt;  Which Michelle are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; : Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passerby:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, chills are way too cold for my throat. Thank you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;??: &lt;/b&gt;Sorry, it's rather personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisa:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I do remember you, hehe ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patricia:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha shut up, and like, Happy Birthday in advance? Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dione:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vicky:&lt;/b&gt; HI THANK YOU BUT I CAN'T. SOON KKKZ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you! I'm trying but I can't seem to find anything to update about :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passerby:&lt;/b&gt; ORLY? Haha, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jolene, Passerby, Liting, M, Eli, Pserby, Passerby, Pp, Polarbear, Stephie, Passer-by, Anon, Passpass, Anonymous, ., Mich, r, Rachel, e, x:&lt;/b&gt; Haha, thank you babies. Mucho loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;=]]]]:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not skinny, I'm getting fat! 152 (Don't laugh), and 33kg. GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHA BLACK? Yes, she's like, really tanned. Are you in her school? She claims that everyone is afraid of her clique and like, the hottest guy in school likes her, but he used to date this girl who went back to China, and apparently she's the school belle? Wanna confirm that she's just making stuff up to boost her ego, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanny :D:&lt;/b&gt; Hahahahah, chinese? I am chinese what! Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:) :&lt;/b&gt; Haha, thank you &amp;amp; Happy belated birthday to you too :) Yes, I really wanna make her pay for it, but she'll prolly go MIA and all. Plus the fact that meeting up with her is enough to make me wanna hurl. Yes, she looks horrible even with make up. I'll try to upload pictures some other time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5274846602607269957-1876233468816651114?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/1876233468816651114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=1876233468816651114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1876233468816651114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1876233468816651114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/12/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-6509037493869740399</id><published>2009-12-07T02:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:33:36.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SxweK85osaI/AAAAAAAACAw/lNsxlJ_Tgr4/s320/8529_1113346962870_1502791683_30275161_789831_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412234025687888290" /&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 class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LIES?&lt;/span&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/5274846602607269957-6509037493869740399?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/6509037493869740399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=6509037493869740399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6509037493869740399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6509037493869740399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-my-life-is-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SxweK85osaI/AAAAAAAACAw/lNsxlJ_Tgr4/s72-c/8529_1113346962870_1502791683_30275161_789831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-1811208555296922920</id><published>2009-11-30T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:28:53.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SxNoYL-_IQI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hwusxC0ljeA/s400/Photo59-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782342145220866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All is fair in love, love's a crazy game. Two people vow to stay, in love as one they say. But all is changed with time, the future no one can see, the road you leave behind, ahead lies mystery. But all is fair in love, I had to go away. A writer takes his pen, to write the words again, that all in love is fair. All of fate's a chance, it's either good or bad. I tossed my coin to say, in love with me you'd stay. But all in war is so cold, you either win or lose. When all is put away, the loosing side I'll play. But all is fair in love, I should never have left your side. A writer takes his pen, to write the words again, that all in love is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- All in love is fair, Stevie Wonder.&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;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I should really start blogging. Everyone thinks my life is duper kick ass, shopping every other day and such. Truth is, it's far from that. I spend most of my days with bf, L4D, walking about, meeting his friends and whenever he's in camp, I'll either be home or out to Town/Vivo. That's why I've got absolutely nothing to blog about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mm, yesterday was L4D at Genesis cyber. Didn't think of trying L4D2 until we stopped the computers, bah. Whatever, the graphics didn't seem too nice, like really cartoon-ish and stuff? Yeah, anyway, headed to Red hill because Black wanted everyone to be there, and ended up with him sleeping. Simin came down but she went off earlier, stupid fatty didn't tell me :( Home at 1. See, that's how boring my life is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm heading out soon. Bye ;)&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/5274846602607269957-1811208555296922920?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/1811208555296922920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=1811208555296922920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1811208555296922920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1811208555296922920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_30.html' title='♡'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SxNoYL-_IQI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hwusxC0ljeA/s72-c/Photo59-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2781206120415750887</id><published>2009-11-29T13:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:35:08.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-r-r-random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SxILlFck6UI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-ir4_2yWClk/s320/Photo48-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409398834170489154" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SxIT_LV0zxI/AAAAAAAACAA/iIWWpHwN_tA/s320/Photo49-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409408078522404626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hiii pple :&gt; Birthday in 2 days, not very hyped about it because it makes me realize how quickly time passes, and for now, I really wished time would stand still. Can't really be bothered to celebrate it so yep. Oh by the way, I know I haven't been replying most of you guys messages or picking up calls, but it's because I'm usually out with a dying phone. Can't really be fucked to charge it because I'm so bloody lazy. Sorry! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will approve the rest of the comments some other time. Comments I'm not approving: really personal questions. I don't get why you people are bothered about so many things in my life. If I don't blog it, I don't see why I am open-minded enough to tell y'all all this stuff. So either you wait and see if it ever pops up in my blog posts or you don't ask me such stupid questions. Does knowing why bf &amp;amp; I quarreled of any benefit to your lives? Gosh. And yes, I do approve hate comments, all of them. So stop commenting on how I'm too bloody gutless to do so, because guess what? I won't approve those. Like I said before, I do not think that I deserve to be criticized for something I did not do. Hopefully this will shut you bitches up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm crazy late right now so I'm rushing, don't even know why I'm blogging. Bf is gonna kill me because I woke up at 12 and am only done after 2 hours. Toodles babies ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-2781206120415750887?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2781206120415750887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2781206120415750887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2781206120415750887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2781206120415750887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthdayfuckday.html' title='R-r-r-random'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SxILlFck6UI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-ir4_2yWClk/s72-c/Photo48-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-9049470301512917827</id><published>2009-11-24T07:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:16:59.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(u)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes in life, you don't have to get the big picture. You just have to know what you're gonna do next."&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;i&gt;"So, what're you gonna do next?"&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;i&gt;"I don't know..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel comfortable around anyone anymore. Sometimes I don't know what is it I want in life. It's hard when you have people expecting something out of you, it's hard when you have people pinning their hopes on you. It's hard because you know when you fail, not only are you disappointing yourself, but also everyone around you. My life ain't perfect, in fact, fuck my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;t-t-t-toodles.&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/5274846602607269957-9049470301512917827?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/9049470301512917827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=9049470301512917827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/9049470301512917827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/9049470301512917827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/sadgal4lyfe.html' title='(u)'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-6580193546961285982</id><published>2009-11-21T06:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:07:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smileyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I've slept for almost 20 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I woke up in the morning. I always like waking up in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I've gotta good book to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) L4D isn't laggy anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm meeting bf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I'm just really happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 8 in the morning now and I'm gonna go prepare. Bye babies ;)&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/5274846602607269957-6580193546961285982?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/6580193546961285982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=6580193546961285982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6580193546961285982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6580193546961285982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/smileyday.html' title='Smileyday'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-6635372908957362994</id><published>2009-11-20T06:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:55:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>Hi, Barbara. Thanks for treating me like shit. Not having enough money to pay for a pathetic $50 facial, pay $3 for a cab, $4 for pool and not even $0.50 cents to take the bus. Honestly, I wouldn't be such a bitch about it if you didn't brag so much. "Oh, I bought my friend a pair of Gucci pumps and a Gucci lanyard." Ha-fucking-ha. And when made known that I buy branded stuff for my closer friends, you tell me your birthday is 2 days later, and asked me what I'd buy for you. I don't even like you, why would I get you anything? Even pulling out a piece of Kleenex and giving it to you is a waste of effort, I'd rather carry a fat man then do that. And why do you keep having to borrow bags from me if  "Anyone can afford Louis Vuitton but not Gucci." You do not say that about my baby. If anyone can fucking afford it, why not you get one instead of trying to borrow a whole lotta stuff from me? If you're poor, or even average, say it. If I don't own a thousand Louis Vuittons, I wouldn't say that I do. You can't afford one, so why put it in such a way? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, I may be gullible enough to trust a beggar who says he has no money but actually just wants more cash to get beer, but I wouldn't trust the fact that your birthday is in 2 days, but I can't tell anyone because it's a fucking secret. Or the fact that your fags got stolen and so you have to keep smoking mine. And when I tell you that I'm down to 3 sticks what do you do? You pull out a box of Next menthol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, you are not pretty. Your face has fucking worms living in it (not exaggerating). You don't dance nice. So what if you have big boobs, I have an obsession with boobs, but yours... no. And you're fat. You have a fucking tummy for fuck's sake. You claim that the hottest guy in school wants you? Sureeee, and I'm as tall as Yao Ming. Your sex appeal is -999999999999. You turn guys off, you turn girls off. The only person you don't turn off is you. Oh, and you aren't American. Stop calling people stuff like "Sweetie", "Honey", "My dear" or any of that shit. Sure, it's normal for them to do that, and it's perfectly alright if you're used to it. But when you MAKE yourself say it, then no, it's not alright. Trying to hit on other guys and speaking to them in your "accent" just makes it much worse. You know what you sound like? Try chopping off a pig's head, they squeal and make so much noise it annoys you. And that's exactly what you sound like. Your english isn't anywhere near good because you don't even know the meaning of orbit. Even my 9 year old brother could tell you the definition of orbit. You tell me you're alone and I rush down to meet you, and who do I see you with? People. Oh wait, those aren't people, are they? They're just objects that resemble people and have the characteristics of a human being. That's why you lied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made bf go all the way from the mrt to your place to collect MY bag. He's sick and yet he still went under the fucking rain just for that. And you make him wait under your pathetic block for so long, just so you could get ready. What do you tell him in the end? That you're going to Cck too. Do you know how much I felt like killing you then? Btw, he thinks you dress like a slut in the low cut top and short shorts. See, even your big saggy boobs don't save anything. Oh, speaking about clothes, you always don a white pair of skinnies. I ask you why and you say it's because your brother is very traditional and threw away the more revealing clothes. So why were you dressed like a slut when you were meeting my boyfriend? I thought you only had a pair of skinnies? Haha, nice one, such an awesome excuse to make up for the fact that you don't have more than 5 sets of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As opposed to the belief that I'm a total loud-mouthed bitch who stands up for everything, I actually give in a lot. I give in to the point where I can't take it any more, and only then would I flip. When you go on and on about how awesome you are in school, about how people are scared of you and shit, you know what's on my mind? "STFU BITCH" I would make a list about the things you do that annoy me, if only I had time. But that would take forever, and so, I'd be nice and not rant too much. Oh yes, my LV bag straps are black now, and it's my favorite bag. So if I intend on changing them, guess who's making the payment? That's right, you. I don't give a shit to how poor you are, since you wanna make yourself out to be so rich, then go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't let me take off my jacket even when I was fucking sweating. Why? Because I look better than you. And to be fair, everyone else does too. You wouldn't let people know that I'm paying for your meal, why? Because you wanna act like you can afford $8 when you can't. You wouldn't let me win you in pool. Why? Because you can't accept the fact that people are better than you. When Caiyan mentioned that the bag you were carrying looked like mine, you said, "Yes, it looks like Ashley's!". Why is that so? Oh wait, because it IS mine. Your life sucks and you know it. That's why you have to act like you're all that when truth is, you're nothing but a pathetic fuck.&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/5274846602607269957-6635372908957362994?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/6635372908957362994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=6635372908957362994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6635372908957362994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6635372908957362994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2463124641940391153</id><published>2009-11-20T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:14:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night chats</title><content type='html'>Ashley says:&lt;div&gt;The closest I'll get to being naked beside a guy is when I'm underneath a layer of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rach says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG SERIOUS YOU DARE TO DO THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE FUCKING STUPID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rach says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT I GET IT NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myfriend'sabimbo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to Casschai about boobs. Hi Min we're also talking about you. Bye Simin, you're not busty enough to be in our conversation. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: UGH I HATE AUDREY (thegirlnextdoor-liting.bs) SHE IS SO GORG AH I HATE HER WHY IS SHE SO PRETTY?!?!?!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-2463124641940391153?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2463124641940391153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2463124641940391153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2463124641940391153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2463124641940391153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-night-chats.html' title='Late night chats'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-7436970355821946999</id><published>2009-11-19T03:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:04:05.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally random</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, we had this thing whereby whenever we do something good (could be anything from forgiving someone to being well behaved) we gotta gold star, and by the end of the month, the child who got the most gold stars would be taken to Toys R' us to get a present. I always got it, I think my siblings were secretly jealous so they started being mean to me. Which is why I am who I am today, totally not my fault.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to my sister. I like talking to her because she's fucking sarcastic and fucking smart. She reads fucking books on animals, and uses really long words and is able to solve math problems that I can't. She aces all her subjects even up till now and she intends on going to NUS of math and science.. or something like that. Okay, actually I don't like talking to her because she makes me feel stupid. I hate smarter-than-you younger sisters. If anyone reading this happens to know Teri Kho from Faith 6 (PHPPS) personally, please tell her that she annoys me when she becomes a smart arse know-it-all in front of me, and punch her in the face for being one. Not too hard because she's really strong and will probably kill you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like being nice to strangers because they know absolutely nothing about your life and the only thought that comes to mind when they think of/judge you is probably something nice like, "Oh she's sucha nice girl.." instead of, "Ew, look at that short fuck who thinks she's so pretty. Her Louis Vuitton must be fake. Oh, she's so full of herself" etc. And I, for one, would very much like it if some stranger did something nice for me. It makes my heart go all warm and fuzzy knowing that this world still has that bit of nice people who are so sincere in helping you out :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I googled ******** and she's so butt-plug ugly. And usually I remind myself that you can't judge someone based on looks alone because that's being superficial and all, but that girl is not only ugly, she's a bitch. She's just mad at the world for being ugly. She should really try being nice to people because then, at least someone would wanna be friends with her. Well, too bad, you're a fuck up :) Okay, she's too famous, or infamous rather (for being ugly and a bitch. I'm serious), to read my pathetic blog but I decided not to be so mean and put her name up. Hint: She looks like the "Butthead girl" (but that's not her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my obsession with boobs comes from the fact that my light looks like one, and sometimes I stare up at the ceiling and.. you know... HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: Am craving for fucking teh-tarik. Feel like going over to the prata store (about a 15 minute walk for people with short legs - me) but I'm so tired. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this whole thing is really random. (REACH THE FUCKING TITLE) I'm just bored. Goodnight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-7436970355821946999?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/7436970355821946999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=7436970355821946999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7436970355821946999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7436970355821946999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/totally-random.html' title='Totally random'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-4768364088874376800</id><published>2009-11-17T22:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:24:33.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The game of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SwK5AuOtdwI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/YNtMr3Olmzo/s320/Photo8-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405085924858885890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're such a bitch. I don't know why I even love you, I just do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-4768364088874376800?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/4768364088874376800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=4768364088874376800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4768364088874376800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4768364088874376800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/3_17.html' title='The game of love'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SwK5AuOtdwI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/YNtMr3Olmzo/s72-c/Photo8-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2273854961176415050</id><published>2009-11-14T03:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:11:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi, how do you do? I'm Ashley and my life sucks. Okay actually I'm just exaggerating since it's only a pathetic essay that I've lost. BUT I SPENT ONE WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT WORKING ON IT. Ngahngahngah, this is shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, stop commenting me on anything that has to do with hearts--x and her and Michelle. I don't really care who's prettier, who's got more brains, more fame and such. And it's not that I'm afraid to approve such shit about me, it's just that I do not think I deserve to be criticized by you people for something I did not fucking do and am equally irked by. Gosh, how many times do I have to say that I'm NOT hearts--x?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv22eMTZuCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/WV-A8Qymv-0/s320/LGIM0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675757729396770" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv22d-YUjxI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zd6zgMLTfm4/s320/DSC00112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675753991933714" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv22dqtd7JI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/oR5RDlYCBTI/s320/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675748711918738" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv22dB43oSI/AAAAAAAAB-I/J4uOtjOuM1c/s320/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675737753887010" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: love you maximum power combo hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bf: Love you x infinity plus chain reaction combo to the power of max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv3EidT5S1I/AAAAAAAAB-4/n3_gQiBWb6I/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403691224177134418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks uh, Rach. It's so obvious why I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv3EiJAKv3I/AAAAAAAAB-w/sx1vllrdRno/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403691218725683058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New found love in my Hermes bag. I know many people have seen me carrying this already, I'm just slow in blogging. Or maybe it's because I keep forgetting. Either way, now you see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi, how do you do? I'm Ashley and my life is awesome&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sv22coOkVYI/AAAAAAAAB-A/mhuO9-FzeSM/s320/th_15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675730865575298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;('.') Vanny says: (7:29:18 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(insert link of some blogger's picture) Is the girl on the right pretty??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley says: (7:29:39 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a trick question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;('.') Vanny says: (7:45:03 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EWW SHES LIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;('.') Vanny says: (7:45:05 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RYING TO BE SEXY??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley says: (7:45:31 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahha I think my little finger is sexier than her, even if she were to strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley says: (7:45:38 AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strip down naked*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like talking to Vanny because I can HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WTFWTFWTF HAHAHAHAHAH so much so that it's annoying, and the thing is, she HAHAHAHAHHA WTFWTFWTF HAHAHAHAHA's me back. Double awesome.&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/5274846602607269957-2273854961176415050?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2273854961176415050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2273854961176415050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2273854961176415050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2273854961176415050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-how-do-you-do-im-ashley-and-my-life.html' title='FYL'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/Sv22eMTZuCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/WV-A8Qymv-0/s72-c/LGIM0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-7384036688103881716</id><published>2009-11-12T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:03:33.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;9/11/09 - My hands keep shaking, I can't see what I'm typing or doing for all about 5 seconds, and then it clears up. It's getting annoying. I've been lying in bed because I feel faint whenever I sit up, I can't even walk without the support of the walls. I'm really hungry but everything I eat, I throw up, so I guess it's better if I just stay hungry. My sides, chest and head hurts real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10/11/09 - Feeling much better because I managed to down sushi without throwing up, although I did feel nauseous the whole day. It's even worse because you feel like throwing up but you sure as hell know you wouldn't. My vision still gets blurry, but not so often. I felt pretty faint throughout, but manageable. My sides still hurt, though my chest is feeling much better. In fact, it doesn't hurt at all. My hands stopped shaking too ;) Oh, the headache doesn't come that often anymore, but when it does, damn, it comes back with fucking intensity. I feel horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11/11/09 - Didn't eat, well, I tried bread but I puked. This is shit, I've only have like, 5 sushi for 3 whole days. I'm fucking hungry right now. My chest hurt real bad this morning and right now, my sides &amp;amp; head hurts. I feel like punching something, that's how uncomfortable it is. Vision's still a little blurry, but apart from these, I'm fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/11/09  - Still hurts. Still blurry but it's minor now. At least I can eat without feeling nauseous. So, I ate a whole lot. Tissue prata + Bandung = shiok maximum. Tried teh tarik for the first time in my life and I think I tasted a lil bit of heaven. It was that good. Made pasta after that, mmm. I know my appetite's usually really small, but what do you expect from someone who only had 5 fucking sushi rolls since the 9th? Just took my medicine and I'm munching on gummies now. It's really bitter but I wanna get better. I hate being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to bed, good night people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-7384036688103881716?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/7384036688103881716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=7384036688103881716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7384036688103881716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7384036688103881716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-3649229344006565550</id><published>2009-11-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:07:11.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you hate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Svg9mhInM9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/iWmwbyJgwoU/s320/Photo9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135484969726930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Svg9mhInM9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/iWmwbyJgwoU/s320/Photo9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135484969726930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Svg9mhInM9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/iWmwbyJgwoU/s320/Photo9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135484969726930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy second first coming third! Yes, we're cute like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(that's my favorite soft toy that I'm lying on ^-^ I got it really long ago and I named it Potato because for some reason, it reminded me of potatoes, hahaha)&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: left;"&gt;It sucks to be doubted by people but I guess that just makes me want to prove them wrong even more, and in the process of doing so, it makes me a stronger person. I mean, it makes me feel more competitive, it makes me feel like it's a goal I gotta achieve. And when I do so, the look of utter disbelief on their faces is priceless. Because you people put me down, that's why I try harder. So go ahead and tell me I can't make it in life, tell me I'd lose the ones I love, tell me I'd never amount to anything, it'll just make me work harder to be more of a somebody than you'd ever be in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what? I love my haters. You people make me a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just showered and I'm going to bed. Good night people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xoxo, ashley&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-3649229344006565550?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/3649229344006565550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=3649229344006565550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/3649229344006565550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/3649229344006565550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-hate-me.html' title='I love you hate me'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/Svg9mhInM9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/iWmwbyJgwoU/s72-c/Photo9-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2471973927794635904</id><published>2009-11-09T09:53:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:06:13.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild, you make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Songs like these remind me of why I love you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;xoxo, ashley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5274846602607269957-5521794515298502244?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/5521794515298502244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=5521794515298502244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/5521794515298502244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/5521794515298502244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2227003570313962239</id><published>2009-11-08T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:09:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dfsfgds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="6JkZ794C" title="U2FsdGVkX1+sT3At2HNg7TGgecmlu+VMWs9grLAfksT3S6dZu7JVvjhJbjVaWABsMravVx5tSvQYHnr+JH+Z2BVwKJ0z/NsS/FciNLf9sdin/Ey87pTpG34le1s2at2L0iS+dbUQr+5CAEVBfQPYfUq5RBA28pjAWSa2o0OfWCUiCRGBjX/LMzS/XX41PoGNKDSZDAWtA8yNEl+C15KXiasnL+U1w7xuBUHGswELiexuQpYC5jj/PgBQmFZUwsqdKfdTZYWYx2IbQZFPsJS+4/ZSDY9pAwg7mLCJxyik9x+2PGqNv7gJYdfYtTwkiGLi7x4vEjj1eixuJNeY52uDN0OOWyLTRyxJKEDv8XpX4AlKk65diizSqjziyGIj9tBgn6HVL5WptuEIwBSBkAYtHQ=="&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('6JkZ794C')"&gt;Click to read.&lt;/a&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/5274846602607269957-2227003570313962239?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2227003570313962239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2227003570313962239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2227003570313962239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2227003570313962239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/toujours.html' title='dfsfgds'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2533880403390345312</id><published>2009-11-08T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:12:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha hi people. Am blogging in the shower now. I guess it's pretty dumb but it was initially because I was chatting with important people. Then msn like flipped out on me and signs me out, refusing to let me sign back in again. I know, right? Yeah, so as I'm doing my make up, I'm also blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uniquely Different&lt;/i&gt; is coming back on the 11th Dec. Wooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boyfriend is the world's worst person ever. Since the day I told him I'm having my reds, he's been disturbing me the whole time, making me feel like it's wrong to have it! Hahaha, alright, I gotta go already, gotta meet him yet here I am not doing anything but blogging. Oh, I just received a text from him. I apologized for taking so long in the shower and guess what he replied? &lt;i&gt;"Oh it's okay baby, you have to wash your reds, I understand. Hahaha...." &lt;/i&gt; &gt;:( Why I love stupid people is def something to ponder about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh btw: Wordpress/blogger? Ah, decisions, decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5274846602607269957-2533880403390345312?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2533880403390345312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2533880403390345312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2533880403390345312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2533880403390345312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-995155308891091530</id><published>2009-11-07T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:26:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts all over the world tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SvMI_GNI3WI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9XcLSVgjq-c/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400670258237857122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SvMI_GNI3WI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9XcLSVgjq-c/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400670258237857122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves." 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sit on the steps, our fingers entwined, eyes meeting each other's and in silence. No words need to be exchanged when our hearts are as one. We know so long as we have each other, nothing really matters. Our lives haven't been going in the directions we want it to go, you know how bad my day is and I know how stressed out you are, but when we see each other, it's as if all our problems disappear. For a moment, everyone around us fades into the background, we realize we're no longer in the malicious man-eat-man world, we're in a world of our own. This feeling defines euphoria, and even if it's just temporary, I enjoy it just as much. We both know that very soon, we won't be able to see each other for a long time, and you start to worry that I'll share this special moment with someone else. So right here, right now, with anyone and everyone who is reading this as a witness, I cross my heart and swear upon my life that I'll love you and only you ;)&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all you've done for me. You have always tried your best to pamper me, to make me smile, and never once have you asked for anything in return. You don't have to do much, or anything at all. Like I've told you a million times, I don't need you to be rich, to be whatever, just so long as you're by my side, that's all that matters. And I mean it. Whenever I have you beside me, everything seems better. It makes me feel like the happiest, luckiest girl in the world. I know sometimes I treat you like crap and I get angry over the littlest things but even when I shun you, hit you or scold you, you never leave my side. When I tell you to fuck off, you hug me and tell me you never wanna leave me, when I ignore you, you still hold my hand throughout, and when I hit you, either because I'm angry with you or need someone/thing to vent my frustrations on, you tell me to hit you harder. Every little thing you do, every little gesture you make, it all sums up to why I love you. Sure, you may not be perfect, but without those flaws, you would not be you. I love you, I love your flaws, I love everything about you. Your triangular Eric Cartman smile, your really sparkly eyes, your bullshit and stuff like that, everything that makes you, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel most comfortable around you. I can get all immature, I can scream at the top of my lungs, I can laugh like some escaped patient of IMH and I can even fart/burp infront of you. &lt;i&gt;(Kay I know y'all are prolly disgusted, but don't be! Don't tell me you people have never farted/burped before!)&lt;/i&gt; Yep, so anyway, I love you! Happy (early) first, again. Haha. or as Charlene puts it, our second first month. It's coming our third month already though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your stupid answer to why we have so many first months? "Haven't you heard that first months are always the sweetest?" Haha, I love you! Always had and always will ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lotsa hugs and kisses by the thousands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley&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/5274846602607269957-995155308891091530?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/995155308891091530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=995155308891091530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/995155308891091530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/995155308891091530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='Hearts all over the world tonight'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SvMI_GNI3WI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9XcLSVgjq-c/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-522835309919183074</id><published>2009-11-06T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:13:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDOBFTFOOMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Go figure out what my title means!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told my sister about how my ex and my current like me without make up and she tells me this, "They must like ugly girls.". Aha, thanks alot uh. Yes, I know I look horrible with make-up (self esteem has been fucking low and even though I say I'm hot, I'm being sarcastic) and even worse without. You people should see the dark circles around my eyes, carefully concealed whenever I'm out. When Caiyan saw me without make up the first thing she said was, "You never sleep enough ah?". I SLEPT MORE THAN 12 HOURS THAT DAY. It's said that dark circles and shit like that are genetic. I officially hate my parents. Okay anyway, Teri Kho, you DO NOT have to rub it in. I look better than you okay! (This proves my sister is ugly. Cute, but ugly.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so anyway, I am pretty sure I'm blogging crap but I'm way too happy. I spent last night telling random people I barely know that I'm happy and of course, Charlene &amp;amp; Sonia. Mostly Charlene, she had to endure my "hahahahah" in just about every sentence. But she hahaha-ed with me so I love her! I woke up feeling like shit earlier on and the first thought that came into my mind was, "Ah shit, the happiness has worn off." BUT it hasn't! Perhaps it's due to the fact that I'm meeting bf but yeah, fucking happy today. I've been like this for the past few days. I feel fucking insane but whatever, better feeling happy &amp;amp; insane than being sad and moping around about how much I hate my life right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go prepare now, like few hours early. Because I don't wanna be late! I guess it's the first time anyone would be hearing this from me. Gah, whatever I have to stop blogging. my happiness is fucking scary. Bye babies! I love y'all. And thank you for the comments! I don't know why I don't approve them (translated: lazy) but I do read them and they brighten up my day :)&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;Edit:&lt;/b&gt;  (*) says: money can't buy happiness anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't agree any more to this statement. It's what I've been thinking about for the past few days and I guess to have someone, er, speak your mind out for you somehow brings a sense of comfort. Not that I think I'm rich but still unhappy, I just feel that money is not the only essentiality in your life. A person does not only need to be showered with expensive gifts but also love. What good does it do to you to have your own kid not love you, but only your money. And what reassurance do you have when the woman you love is only together with you for your money? All those people you call your friends hate you, but they still talk to you like a friend would. Why? Because of your money. You know you're nothing without money, so you spend your days slogging your arse off just to earn more money. You smile at your achievements but your happiness doesn't quite reach your eyes. Kay, what am I saying, I gotta go prepare already. Love y'all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-522835309919183074?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/522835309919183074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=522835309919183074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/522835309919183074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/522835309919183074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/idobftfoomy.html' title='IDOBFTFOOMY'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-7467902805750795538</id><published>2009-11-05T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:44:41.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm getting kinda confused right now, but it's not a bad thing, though neither is it good. I can't tell anyone, this I'm sure, because I hate trusting the wrong people, like I've done for way too long. Some people just can't keep anything to themselves. Oh well, I guess I'll just let time pass and y'know, see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt of killing midgets who crawl up the stairs. I also dreamt of Charlene's left boob 2 days ago. I think I have really awesome, slightly disturbing dreams. I'm awesome like that ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out soon. Am late, as usual, and still blogging. Thank God bf doesn't come to my blog or he'd kill me. Hahaha wtf k I gotta go already. Love you people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s, Did I tell anyone about how I fucking got promoted to Sec 3? Well I did so today is duper kick ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-7467902805750795538?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/7467902805750795538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=7467902805750795538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7467902805750795538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7467902805750795538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-7790105519380894265</id><published>2009-11-04T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:18:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peiné</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('k5cTDvOe')"&gt;Click to read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5274846602607269957-7790105519380894265?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/7790105519380894265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=7790105519380894265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7790105519380894265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7790105519380894265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/11/peine.html' title='peiné'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SvB24us7aHI/AAAAAAAAB8g/m0hI0enxbU4/s72-c/Photo199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-2205094918397361542</id><published>2009-10-30T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:30:06.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luhv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Suowgaaz66I/AAAAAAAAB74/3_86i8sQ9QU/s320/DSC04051-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398180436762684322" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SupT0HgsNkI/AAAAAAAAB8A/L6A6nhZ79EM/s320/DSC04171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398219258191427138" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meow?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast with rachiebaby &gt; escape theme park &gt; Sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bye love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-2205094918397361542?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/2205094918397361542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=2205094918397361542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2205094918397361542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/2205094918397361542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/10/luhv.html' title='luhv'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/Suowgaaz66I/AAAAAAAAB74/3_86i8sQ9QU/s72-c/DSC04051-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-8469260165816306880</id><published>2009-10-19T06:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:20:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Stuxm9-kUUI/AAAAAAAAB44/rT9QmfyDiFI/s320/Photo80-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394100261736436034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never regret loving you because even if you didn't love me anymore,I know that you once did and that is the most wonderful feeling because I never thought that I deserved your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make everything better and thats why I love you.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still feeling really sick. My temperature goes up and down like nobody's business. Imagine feeling cold and then perspiring, and then feeling cold again. Sucks for me. Plus flu and a really bad cough... I feel so uncomfortable right now. Can't taste my breakfast, can't sleep. Ugh, this sucks. Can't wait to meet hentaijiji later on. Hahaha. Ciao babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XXXX&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/5274846602607269957-8469260165816306880?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/8469260165816306880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=8469260165816306880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8469260165816306880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8469260165816306880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_18.html' title='Boing'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/Stuxm9-kUUI/AAAAAAAAB44/rT9QmfyDiFI/s72-c/Photo80-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-1959590594781524872</id><published>2009-10-16T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:45:00.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa Ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Second post. This was like, posted immediately after the one before. I know, the timing's screwed. I didn't wanna put the two posts together because she's like special and all. Bet you're grinning to yourself right now, right Vanessa Ea Qiao Lingggg? Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I miss Vanny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss making her stop smoking and her cheating her way outta it.&lt;br /&gt;("Okay, fine, only one cigg for the rest of the day!" AND IT WAS 11PM.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahaha, it's not cheating, it's smart :) Kay shit I can't believe you even remember the time hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the times I had to chase her around the shopping centre (JP REMEMBER?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And when you hid from me when I went to the toilet and watched me look around like some idiot before you come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And accompanying her for her for her tattoo/hair extentions/eyebrow shaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;All the way to the east! Hahahaha, I remember we were intending on getting a tattoo together but I was kinda doubtful that you would, much less could. Loser much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the time we drew moustaches/monobrows/goaties with eyeliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;It's uni-brows not monobrows! Hahaha and you drew your stupid avatar and we took awesome videos :D "We're going to Sentosa tomorwow, YES!" Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time we sat at West Coast from 10pm - 6am talking nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahahahaha and it was fucking windy and cold, and I wouldn't allow you up my house because I didn't want to :) So we ended up taking random pictures in the carpark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dangling on the flying fox bouncing up and down to make our shadows look like monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Omgosh hahahahaha and obviously a certain someone was giggling away, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her calling me Dolphin cos I said I wanted to swim with dolphins someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;But don't you think it's funny &lt;i&gt;*eeEeEEeeeeeeeEEEEeEEE*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the time she picked up calls from some pedo indian for me pretending to be a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahahahaha is it the one who gave you 50 bucks???? This I can't remember :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we'd have icecream fights in the car park instead of going to Girl Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahaha and we were drowning the ants with our ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And vandalizing nonsense on our "parking lot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"Wise old mans" And drawing beards on the faces we drew, the longer the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time she pushed me on the egg-orb thing and I was spinning out of control, trying to get off and someone just kept laughing and laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WTF AHAHAHAH Your reaction was fucking hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at work when I barked at some dog trying to "talk" to it and the lady saw me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"PEW PEW PEW" Hahahah and we'd bitch and laugh at people's names + the names they give their pets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I barked and some fierce dog then it was blocking my path so I made her distract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;WHENNNN? ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at WildWildWet when I kept screaming and someone just kept laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahahahaha cos it wasn't scary! You were screaming even on the slow rides, hahaha. Then we wanted to ride something which we queued for really long, all the way till we realized we were too.... short. Hahaha. And like you were saying that the lifeguard kept talking to me. Must be cos I'm pretty right? *flutters eyelashes* HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we went to Sentosa and attempted to swim across to some island and someone began singing and I got scared an octopus would pull me under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahahaha no, you were afraid of snakes! You were freaking out even at a leaf floating past (haha kay I was scared too) and we both ran outta the water. And I didn't sing okay! ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the time we ran circles around random strangers pretending to be superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hahahahaha kay I can't remember this too :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we pulled a prank on that pedo and turned up just to laugh at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Or this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'd buy matching clothes and go shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Haha, whenever we finished work, we made it a point to go shopping after that. I remember once, you woke up late and didn't wanna come anymore, and you used the excuse that "by the time I finish preparing, it's gonna be too late". Stupid! I had to work all alone and go back by myself :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'd sit in 7-11 eating instant noodles on the floor.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha yep. And we'd talk nonsense to the guy there. And we'd take turns to pay for the insant noodles! Hahaha, usually we'd share and you always liked the spicy ones so I had to tolerate. EVEN THOUGH YOU KNEW I CAN'T TAKE SPICY FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And alot more nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Like laughing at the pontianak's legs, taking random pictures on other people's bikes/in the carpark/at random places, bitching about Meena and blogging shit about her so much so she deleted the entry, meeting people we don't like just so you could show me how bitchy they are etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING BUNGEE JUMPING ON HER BIRTHDAY. :&gt; Well, it's actually "reverse bungee jumping", it's prolly not as bad as actual bungee jumping since you're not falling, but it probably feels the same.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. Hahahah but excited! GOSH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU. I'm telling my friends, who don't even know you, about how excited I am that you're coming back, how much I miss ou and the shit we used to do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. MISS YOU VERY MUCH BITCH.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you just a little less than you miss me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's laptop just HAD to crash, and loose all our award-winning videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA SORRY NVM WE CAN MAKE MORE WHEN I SEE YOU OKAY? HAHAHA&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/5274846602607269957-1959590594781524872?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/1959590594781524872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=1959590594781524872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1959590594781524872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1959590594781524872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/10/vanessa-ea.html' title='Vanessa Ea'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-1867975820312461501</id><published>2009-10-12T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:45:18.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJF_L7_wII/AAAAAAAAB34/c_nf_wqeOR0/s200/Photo38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448655754412162" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJEDQ9fUpI/AAAAAAAAB2o/r-RsvSsCfvE/s200/Photo12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446526799073938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJF-Bbjn2I/AAAAAAAAB3o/eGx8GAFj12c/s200/Photo31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448635754127202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJECE8-NVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/j5J5n9DMgb4/s200/Photo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446506395809106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJFbQprBoI/AAAAAAAAB3I/dis9HJUlj4M/s200/Photo19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448038544443010" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJFcPdKMPI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/kJpFZ58Tfsk/s200/Photo26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448055403393266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJFaZo2UpI/AAAAAAAAB24/tEZ3o17N2p0/s200/Photo14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448023777038994" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJED3OvV7I/AAAAAAAAB2w/_a9DtbbR_Jk/s200/Photo13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446537071974322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJEDGyqo5I/AAAAAAAAB2g/WhNuu4QSOFc/s200/Photo8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446524069323666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJECtWnwzI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/M5hDJMmwPmI/s200/Photo5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446517240808242" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJFa4HfV9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/JJXQeVgigWs/s200/Photo17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448031958620114" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/StJF-nUa2JI/AAAAAAAAB3w/32WI5qn8IAA/s200/Photo34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448645924739218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me lies because I can't take the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living with a mind as young, naive and innocent as that of a little girl is much better than having to deal with the complexity of life. There's still a long way ahead but I've given up so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for a very, very important text right now. Super tired :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5274846602607269957-1867975820312461501?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/1867975820312461501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=1867975820312461501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1867975820312461501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1867975820312461501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/10/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is Bliss'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/StJF_L7_wII/AAAAAAAAB34/c_nf_wqeOR0/s72-c/Photo38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-7866157433407179960</id><published>2009-10-05T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:24:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a very special someone</title><content type='html'>I know you don't care, but I just need to tell you this. Not a day has gone by without me thinking about you, and honestly, it's so heart wrenching that I never fail to end up in tears. I'm being reduced to such a pathetic state and living life to the next day is enough to tire me out. It's exhausting, at the very least.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all the times we once spent together, even if we weren't physically together, we still had that bit of reassurance that we had one another. The feeling to love someone with everything you've got, and to have that very same someone love you back, the happiness I felt back then was overwhelming. Oh, and to have a goodnight kiss and to sleep in each other's arms, and then to wake up the next morning in your embrace, the feeling is such that words alone simply cannot comprehend. When you'd make me cry, when you'd make me angry, when you'd make me worry, even all these I miss. Everything we did and everyday we spent together, to me, was something much more than special. Remember the time I was eating this snack for 3 year old kids? We were reading the name of the animals and thinking who represents what animal. Then, you said the most random thing, "We'd last as long as the number of crackers in this packet.". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then asked you, "Months?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too short"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mm, years..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too little."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What about one for every 50 years?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hm, one for a lifetime, okay? :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd rather shit in my pants publicly than to see you hold hands with another guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the kinda words I miss. You never failed to express your love to me in the most random, nonsensical way. Not because you were nonsensical, but because you wanted to make me smile. And when you'd tell me I completed your life, and we'd plan our future together, I would do anything to have you back by my side. Even if I knew that this would be the outcome, I would do it all over again, just to relive the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I want to thank you for once making me probably the happiest girl in the world. I have tried ways and means to just forget it all, but I guess I've come to terms with the fact that you're irreplaceable. You're such a great person, it's a pity I didn't know how to treasure that. As much as I hate to say this, I do hope you'd find a much better person than me. I know it's not that hard considering what kind of a person I am. I really wished that you'd tell me what's wrong in your life, but since you don't like to talk about it, I pray that you'd feel much, much better. It still pains me whenever I see you sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the start, you have been much more than a best friend to me and I just want you to know that you have always stood in a very important place in my heart. I love you, always had and always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-7866157433407179960?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/7866157433407179960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=7866157433407179960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7866157433407179960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/7866157433407179960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-very-special-someone.html' title='To a very special someone'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-8780333311693795318</id><published>2009-09-20T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:08:05.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smilies</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Vanessa Ea :-)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad for you because birthdays are supposed to be special, but without me, your birthday is as mundane as any other boring old day, hahaha. I miss you terribly, my dearest wise old man! I miss your giggles and your whining (BUT MUUUUUMMMMM) and you jumping around and talking to the dogs at the Pet Shop hahahaha. Who else would accompany me all the way to the East just to get hair extensions, or take 100000000 pictures with me doing stupid shit, or wake up early in the morning just to accompany me to put my tattoo, or or or draw mustaches and uni-brows on their faces with eyeliner and take random videos?????? See, that's why you're special! I love &amp;amp; miss you to the core, lotsa kisses from SG to Aus :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling duper lazy. All I wanna do is nua in bed with the temp at 16 degrees, surfing the internet, together with a cuppa iced milo and munching on my Caramel corn. I feel like getting a tattoo BUT I WON'T. Because I always get sick and tired of them after a few weeks. Maybe I should get those kinds where you stick it on yourself and dab a little bit of water, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had this crazy dream last night about climbing rooftops, shopping sprees, and my boyfriend being gay and going "Fabulous!" all the time. It's funny because Charlene, Barbara and I were talking about climbing rooftops yester-noon, and then I was thinking about going on a crazy shopping spree and BF (hehe brucefats) was wearing my cardi and acting gay yesterday :-) Love it when my dreams happen to be something I'd done or thought about earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from once upon a time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWxFhBMrVI/AAAAAAAAByg/oC190p6y0M4/s320/DSC03621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403637912153426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeremy, help us take picture can????"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, 1...2....3.... okay can already."&lt;br /&gt;"I seee......... HAHAHAHAH WTF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWxFHApc2I/AAAAAAAAByY/NOprYhIojfk/s320/DSC03620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403630930522978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWxEof9u_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/EFTaPOQXTM8/s320/DSC03619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403622740376562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWxEDPoxbI/AAAAAAAAByI/d5HDLMeGTQM/s320/DSC03618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403612739782066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWxDT58EaI/AAAAAAAAByA/21yR7NyCjio/s320/DSC03617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403600032305570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWyjLcBqKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Fl3dz8aSllQ/s320/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383405247026800802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWyije5FNI/AAAAAAAABzA/TZ2ZUU6XcnU/s320/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383405236301403346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWyiKrLF7I/AAAAAAAABy4/LfIo1MEoNVI/s320/DSC03624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383405229642028978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wait... *runs up the stairs* I WANNA BE TALLER THAN HIM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWyhs2J1qI/AAAAAAAAByw/e5oKIUlRHUM/s320/DSC03623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383405221635020450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such cool bikers. HDs have nothing on us *grunts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWyhFSwOcI/AAAAAAAAByo/gfNxWAyindA/s320/DSC03622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383405211017558466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGO POWER RANGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWzaWwMU3I/AAAAAAAABzw/AcGofOSHaS4/s320/DSC03632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406194956981106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWzZ-j0XbI/AAAAAAAABzo/kWRzdg-z6Sk/s320/DSC03631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406188462628274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAI I TOOK A PICTURE WITH A FAGGOT ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWzZbi_AqI/AAAAAAAABzg/bXU69wJnFqM/s320/DSC03630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406179063890594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWzYzzAKRI/AAAAAAAABzY/FKoy7TqpAQk/s320/DSC03629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406168393656594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 short people acting cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrWzYWCHoFI/AAAAAAAABzQ/rdm0kR_wXX0/s320/DSC03628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383406160403996754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cool people not having to act cool (Charlene's jeluz, see the finger?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0zoLsxkI/AAAAAAAAB1A/dAindr38nIU/s320/DSC03642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407728644113986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/he's a model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0zFlDMGI/AAAAAAAAB04/_q3DC0JCfFY/s320/DSC03641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407719355199586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah he's trying to jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0yujdPXI/AAAAAAAAB0w/4ZkKeRRl6Fc/s320/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407713174502770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0yB6QhdI/AAAAAAAAB0o/jEzWwMX3YL4/s320/DSC03639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407701190542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trying somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0xiyP0vI/AAAAAAAAB0g/r4KUx9mFhDQ/s320/DSC03638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407692835443442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah like finally. But unfortunately, I'm nowhere near being a photographer. And also cos he was too tall :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0RkV0ymI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/hSil5bdYxas/s320/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407143497288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiii $0.02 love you long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0RJmOTdI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/x6JSQsgUKWs/s320/DSC03636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407136318311890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want? K lah... $0.01 love you even longer time! Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0QhSbCUI/AAAAAAAAB0I/2PARe6MifUc/s320/DSC03635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407125497841986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0QGHVyyI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Qts0El6fWU8/s320/DSC03634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407118203603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladeedum, lookie at my boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW0PgM7FsI/AAAAAAAABz4/B9qCVmZFqP0/s320/DSC03633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383407108026472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW1m_8XEqI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/bimcVPwP1w0/s320/DSC03645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383408611195556514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want some of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW1me5DeFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/7a61s7-K2X8/s320/DSC03644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383408602323318866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene wantsssssss youu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW1l2MQGwI/AAAAAAAAB1I/iyB9L-MfCSU/s320/DSC03643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383408591397985026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is cock ttm here hahahaha. I'm not desperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW1noqvH0I/AAAAAAAAB1o/HAioF2ukqK4/s320/LGIM0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383408622127488834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW1nemuE-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/socs_W1wYGw/s320/LGIM0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383408619426288610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcam session with Vanny yesterdayyyyyy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW4POU1hDI/AAAAAAAAB14/erj7Zfpvi6w/s320/LGIM0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411501274334258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SrW4O6rtvYI/AAAAAAAAB1w/hTl3X5LAEzQ/s320/LGIM0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383411496001584514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is fucking around with the quality of my pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bathe and head out to find BF (brucefats, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-8780333311693795318?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/8780333311693795318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=8780333311693795318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8780333311693795318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8780333311693795318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/smilies.html' title='Smilies'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SrWxFhBMrVI/AAAAAAAAByg/oC190p6y0M4/s72-c/DSC03621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-899188651971972944</id><published>2009-09-18T07:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:17:53.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>I hope you're doing fine. I heard about your wound, silly boy, I know you had your reasons, but can you please be more sensible? Hopefully it heals quickly. I know you've been feeling stressed over so many things, so I pray that all that stress is lifted and you're much happier right now. You know I hate it when you don't sleep well, so wherever you are right now, please rest well. Do be careful too... you know what I'm referring to. Lastly, I guess you don't really care, but I miss you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and tired of this game of love, all I need from you is an answer. I hate being left in suspense, i can't take this much longer. It kills me on the inside, and soon, I'm gonna be nothing but an empty shell. So, what say you? Y/N.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-899188651971972944?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/899188651971972944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=899188651971972944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/899188651971972944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/899188651971972944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-726621592773782903</id><published>2009-09-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:13:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is golden</title><content type='html'>Prev post removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy, to spend every waking moment of my life getting so upset over such a.. dare I say, trivial issue? It even haunts me in my sleep through dreams. I feel so useless. Finally able to bathe &amp;amp; meet a very hungry Shiming (-.O, hahahaha). Sorry bby! I feel so sick of life *pouts* :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I AM NOT GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE OR EVEN ATTEMPT IT. STOP TELLING ME I AM FUCKING EMO #$@!@%$^&amp;amp;$#! AS IF YOU PEOPLE DON'T CRY WHEN YOU'RE SAD. STUPID FUCKTARDS.&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/5274846602607269957-726621592773782903?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/726621592773782903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=726621592773782903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/726621592773782903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/726621592773782903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is golden'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-6563390024838299254</id><published>2009-09-16T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:16:28.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like-sh!t</title><content type='html'>Hi. I feel so weak sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to blame my sadness on that time of the month but I guess there are many other factors which contributes to why I'm feeling this way now. Whatever it is, I am just so sick and tired of life hurling obstacles in my way. Sometimes I wished that apart from death, there was another way to leave all this shit behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-out: BestieJ, text me when you see this. I gotta talk to you :-(&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-6563390024838299254?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/6563390024838299254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=6563390024838299254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6563390024838299254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/6563390024838299254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-sht.html' title='like-sh!t'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-8971066635998636221</id><published>2009-09-12T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:57:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw2IDOOGcI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5BiV0cJaK8Q/s320/LGIM0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380735166732704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1v2wkxCI/AAAAAAAABxI/wKV50WE3fJg/s320/LGIM0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734751070274594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1vLZKTjI/AAAAAAAABw4/UyepK4zn85E/s320/LGIM0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734739429346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1vqcd1-I/AAAAAAAABxA/8XmCNn8zlhs/s320/LGIM0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734747764709346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1uUpDTUI/AAAAAAAABwo/ds23gg0verw/s320/LGIM0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734724732046658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1u_K_9BI/AAAAAAAABww/fHnY7bUZuvM/s320/LGIM0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734736148722706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1LOjOx5I/AAAAAAAABwg/N8Ak6VfYSwg/s320/LGIM0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734121801598866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1KvpVw1I/AAAAAAAABwY/BeQbuwWdo7k/s320/LGIM0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734113505723218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1KTpbtqI/AAAAAAAABwQ/9cfK4O55ytc/s320/LGIM0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734105989920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqw1JVT5hII/AAAAAAAABwA/-r3u3A_uYqo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734089256600706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at Charlene's on ???? which day. The colors are like that only because I tried to darken it but obviously to no avail because my nose is still camouflaging with the background and I look like PPGs. Cooking porridge now together with Charlene ^.^ Am duper tired, it's the 2nd day I haven't sleep already. Going to bed soon, nighty-nights world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-8971066635998636221?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/8971066635998636221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=8971066635998636221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8971066635998636221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8971066635998636221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/Sqw2IDOOGcI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5BiV0cJaK8Q/s72-c/LGIM0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-1888498052836925880</id><published>2009-09-12T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:33:24.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIXXX SPAMMMMM :-O</title><content type='html'>Don't have to tell me, my eyeliner smudged. Other than that, I don't have make up on (hehehehe I got good complexionnnnn!!!!!!). And I know I look like a stupid only, oh well. Honestly don't think you should see this if you hate me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsrhawPj0I/AAAAAAAABsY/GEfKUDysHrw/s320/WebCam_20090910_0737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442032941535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like old lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsrg5kZk4I/AAAAAAAABsQ/M_pjWlsAFS4/s320/WebCam_20090910_0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442024033489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demented, psycho, deranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsrgdlWQDI/AAAAAAAABsI/xnxMpfTlPY4/s320/WebCam_20090910_0717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442016521273394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Pimples Right: No pimples hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsrgJS3u1I/AAAAAAAABsA/KcFM7c1eEak/s320/WebCam_20090910_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442011075066706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like happy only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsrfn4ztsI/AAAAAAAABr4/5pX-kkHEzJE/s320/WebCam_20090910_0651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442002107381442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqstSlitUwI/AAAAAAAABtA/mcz3Xpjuqjw/s320/WebCam_20090910_0800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443977162773250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiiExXx mUaiI nAmme iIshHhx aShhLiIee w0rrx x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqstSa9ZCqI/AAAAAAAABs4/IwTUBfO3mUg/s320/WebCam_20090910_0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443974321900194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared anot??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqstR8vHQrI/AAAAAAAABsw/z6--SoXjrP0/s320/WebCam_20090910_0754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443966208950962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fierce! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqstRT_ou0I/AAAAAAAABso/RDu62dRX_00/s320/WebCam_20090910_0749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443955272399682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqstRH1Mh2I/AAAAAAAABsg/QvskaApOXA4/s320/WebCam_20090910_0741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443952007382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAIYAN I MISS YOU AND YOUR GOGGLES :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsuUw6y81I/AAAAAAAABtg/CRgxwccr4R0/s320/WebCam_20090910_06507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445114087961426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... 2...... 3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsuVWpfdpI/AAAAAAAABto/VoC3ySvh0T8/s320/WebCam_20090910_06509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445124215928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... POUNCE ON YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsuUQQxtzI/AAAAAAAABtY/LnRZTsrsLcQ/s320/WebCam_20090910_06504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445105321785138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsuT_sDQeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/OrKYmsiSObw/s320/WebCam_20090910_0807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445100872778210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHAI I R 4SHL3Y ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsuTocCkTI/AAAAAAAABtI/M9wjJ18rhwc/s320/WebCam_20090910_0803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445094631608626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsvqKVguNI/AAAAAAAABuI/tIHTnNuw_Fo/s320/WebCam_20090910_07521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446581199780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUID x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsvp_wsFCI/AAAAAAAABuA/58vNKDOL738/s320/WebCam_20090910_07393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446578360980514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsvpq_bs1I/AAAAAAAABt4/Tpp1mOYX0Wo/s320/WebCam_20090910_07391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446572785677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh why when I move it this way, then it moves that way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsvpDkW5AI/AAAAAAAABtw/ZCcW6MaGSZ4/s320/WebCam_20090910_07389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446562203132930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supppppp h0mii3xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqswkg537zI/AAAAAAAABu4/7LQIJ8aawbg/s320/WebCam_20090910_08011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447583690288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqswkKgJZFI/AAAAAAAABuw/Kn8B0LLB0kI/s320/WebCam_20090910_07547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447577676801106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE NOT HAPPYYYYY!??!?!?!??!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqswjoJ4yFI/AAAAAAAABuo/rU2xgcM0xCM/s320/WebCam_20090910_07546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447568456632402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqswjdmkMKI/AAAAAAAABug/t6e8Gmu1Jh8/s320/WebCam_20090910_07544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447565624127650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqswixkJWsI/AAAAAAAABuY/HuLAuutR6fg/s320/WebCam_20090910_07542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447553802820290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsxXx2N2kI/AAAAAAAABvg/Aa4rba6EYiU/s320/WebCam_20090910_073910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448464411679298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsxXNTwQzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/6wuC-aGF6a8/s320/WebCam_20090910_065028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448454603457330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsxXflvD8I/AAAAAAAABvY/W6_ry6H-iv4/s320/WebCam_20090910_072811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448459510714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 Om nom nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsxWocCLjI/AAAAAAAABvI/-LxkiWZAcCQ/s320/WebCam_20090910_065010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448444706074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbly hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsxWAC_5_I/AAAAAAAABvA/vCywJfo5IHQ/s320/WebCam_20090910_08013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448433863649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqsyAFuMcMI/AAAAAAAABv4/TgCCr4MbMpc/s320/WebCam_20090912_0914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380449156941508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man frowns upon your mischeif :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsx_U-r0SI/AAAAAAAABvw/kJP59AYeom8/s320/WebCam_20090912_0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380449143857336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging4gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/Sqsx_OCgWlI/AAAAAAAABvo/Yj6mRBJzeUQ/s320/WebCam_20090912_0911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380449141994314322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SLURRPPPPPPPPPPPPP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm done. Super tired now, gonna bathe, smoke and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-1888498052836925880?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/1888498052836925880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=1888498052836925880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1888498052836925880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/1888498052836925880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/pixxx-spammmmm-o.html' title='PIXXX SPAMMMMM :-O'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SqsrhawPj0I/AAAAAAAABsY/GEfKUDysHrw/s72-c/WebCam_20090910_0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-4038552068597689978</id><published>2009-09-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:59:08.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, kisses, tears, lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378977406431614242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqX3c701VSI/AAAAAAAABrI/ieqLzlok81w/s400/CIMG3953_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am going to bed because I couldn't care less anymore. My eyes hurt, my head hurts... guess where else hurts? :'-( Don't know why my picture is so friggin' blur because when I saved it, it was clear. K, everything is wrong today. I am upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-4038552068597689978?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/4038552068597689978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=4038552068597689978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4038552068597689978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4038552068597689978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-give-up.html' title='Love, kisses, tears, lies'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SqX3c701VSI/AAAAAAAABrI/ieqLzlok81w/s72-c/CIMG3953_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-8930049796409102543</id><published>2009-09-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:52:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>Hate it when I've got a huge selection of clothes but all I feel like wearing is a big t-shirt and cotton shorts... ... to Orchard. Have barely enough sleep (4 hours) for&amp;nbsp;today, meh.&amp;nbsp;Am&amp;nbsp;late, as usual.&amp;nbsp;Get the fuck away from the computer, Ashley :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-8930049796409102543?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/8930049796409102543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=8930049796409102543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8930049796409102543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/8930049796409102543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274846602607269957.post-4468943106544587279</id><published>2009-09-05T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:24:38.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab-snatchers</title><content type='html'>Today, my cab got snatched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 freaking times.&lt;/span&gt; Do you people have any idea how effing hard it is for anyone to get a cab at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; peak hour&lt;/span&gt;?! Oh wait, y'all probably DO know, because if you didn't, you wouldn't snatch my cab from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay imagine this:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been standing under the sun for close to half an hour, your feet are aching, your head is pounding. Obviously, having stood at the same spot for this long, you start to not only focus on the road, but also your surroundings. You notice a lady who has been sitting on a nearby bench, and she's been there since you got there. Awhile later, you see a cab heading towards your direction, and as what anyone else waiting for a cab would do, you flag it down. As the cab slows down, the lady you saw on the bench earlier on rushes up just in front of you, gets into the cab and slams the door. It's okay if she didn't offer you an explanation, she could be in a rush, but no apologies, no sense of gratitude, no smile, no nothing... apart from a whole lotta rudeness, that is. It's okay, you may be late but you've got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forty-five minutes, you're still standing by the road. Your forehead is stained with perspiration, so much so your arms ache from having to hold up a piece of tissue and dab it on your face every 5 seconds (not literally, I'm exaggerating). Then comes another cab, you flag it down and the cab slows down and wound down his window, wanting to ask whether your destination would be compatible with wherever he was going. It was, so you bend towards the window wanting to answer, when out of no where, a middle-aged lady just opens the door and plonks herself in the seat. The driver's job is not to care about who he sends around, so he just shrugs it off and drives away, leaving you standing at the same spot where you were forty-five minutes ago. Once again, not even a simple apology was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to get frustrated when you see another cab pull up about an estimated 2 meters away from where you're standing (you've waited for an hour already). You stretch out your hand to flag the cab, the driver acknowledges your puny existence by nodding his head. In other words, he knows that you're waiting for a cab and would drive up to you after his passenger alights. A couple of teens step out and slams the door behind them, the cab pulls up just infront of you. You heave a sigh of relief, having finally gotten a cab when a man and his daughter pops up and dashes into the cab, as if they were involved in some kinda race or something. The cab driver drives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and a half hour later, you find yourself STILL in the same spot. Why? Because 15 minutes ago, your cab got snatched once again. Same story, you flag a cab, someone suddenly appears right infront of you and plonk themselves into the seat, and there your long awaited cab goes. It's 7pm, the only cabs you see are hired, so you wait and wait. Only at the 2nd hour you've been standing at the same spot does a cab come, with nobody around to snatch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, is it not frustrating?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, Happy Birthday Zairong-rong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377751997486895842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22FEwKUf5tQ/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s200/domokun3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 50px; width: 51px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not be able to spend your birthday with you or get you any birthday present, I do hope that you liked the small little thing Charlene &amp;amp; I did for you. Hahaha, thank you very muchiexxx for treating me like a princess, okay actually you only call me princess, but nevertheless, you got my love! Yep, because you're uber cute and you're so nice all the time, to talk cock with me when I'm bored, to accompany me to smoke, to share with me a lil bit of your drinks etc... see, I remember all the little gestures! All the best for your examinations okie! Study hard ^.^ Oh by the way, pui eh, you look like a boy today. Heh :-) Lotsa ♥♥♥ from me2u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and virtual kisses for everybody because I'm in a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274846602607269957-4468943106544587279?l=fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/feeds/4468943106544587279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274846602607269957&amp;postID=4468943106544587279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4468943106544587279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274846602607269957/posts/default/4468943106544587279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckandfrolick.blogspot.com/2009/09/cab-snatchers.html' title='Cab-snatchers'/><author><name>Ashley Kho</name><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/SqGc8vxakuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fhz4nJ0eKZ0/s72-c/domokun3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
