<?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-3547116497536466116</id><updated>2011-08-15T14:21:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Dang Odd.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1786020023456756057</id><published>2010-11-17T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:08:05.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really long time since I have blogged. Like about um 50092034934 gazillion years. Stupid bitches who I don't know be spammin' my blog. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Recently some weirdo asked me for my number and he then procceed to text me and call me babe then I was all like. Whoa dude don't call me that then he was all like why not then I was like cause I'll call the cops then I totally went all ninja on him. Yeah... (; that's how I fuckin' roll!&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching alot of The Big Bang Theory. It's fucking awesome because Sheldon is my moonpie. &lt;3 Oh so I read on someone's tumblr that there are 30 things every girl wants a guy to do and I must say it is not true at all. THE INTERNET IS LYING LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540548901820490194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/TOP73wGw4dI/AAAAAAAAAY4/L7AduOxCT8I/s320/tumblr_l8hcezisvD1qzm09lo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know if you guys are going to be able to enlarge this shit but I'll just point out the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7. Call her sweetie, not baby."&lt;br /&gt;LOL What's the fucking difference?! I'd rather you call me Jack so I know you're not just giving me a pet name cause you're dating a bunch of other girls and you can't remember my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"8. Sing to her no matter how bad your voice is."&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'd rather you not, because I think if you can't sing and you sing to me, you'd break up with me after I record it and put it on youtube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"14. Pick her up and act like you're going to drop her and she will scream and yell at you to let her down even though she loves it."&lt;br /&gt;I think if any girl screams and yells for you to put her down she's being a 100% serious. And if you're a loser and you really drop her she's gonna bust your balls.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"29. Play fight with her and let her win."&lt;br /&gt;Now that's just dumb. Every girl would know you're doing that on purpose it's not cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay end of this fuckery. I conclude that this was either made by a guy himself that thinks he's a fucking smartass and knows that girls want (take note that he is probably single) OR a fucking weird girl that likes people to carry her and then drop her. LOLWUT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1786020023456756057?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1786020023456756057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1786020023456756057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1786020023456756057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1786020023456756057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/TOP73wGw4dI/AAAAAAAAAY4/L7AduOxCT8I/s72-c/tumblr_l8hcezisvD1qzm09lo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3793124896986525959</id><published>2010-09-09T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:11:56.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill some logic into your heads.</title><content type='html'>Okay I know that there are two things you do not talk about, politics and religion. But some people are just stupid and therefore I just have to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get one thing striaght.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, I just don't believe in religion.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's people like you who give God a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like christianity but I can't stand Christians. They talk about "blind faith" as if it's some kind of virtue but blind faith is ignorance and that's a vice. They think that questioning faith leads to "immorality" and "ungodliness" but they fail to realize that if there's even an ounce of truth to their beliefs, questioning their faith will only make it stronger. Nobody has figured it out yet and unless God decesends from the sky to speak to you, nobody will ever have it figured out. The problem with an organized religion is that they think they have it all figured out and they want to tell you what it is. They are never willing to learn anything from what anyone else has to say.&lt;br /&gt;Some bitch told me that me being a freethinker would mean I'm going to hell but look, I reason why I am a freethinker is because I've always found it difficult to  practice and believe in something that constantly reminds me of my own death and how everything in my life is trival until death. Or stuff like how life is preparation for the next reality. At first, the basic idea of Christianity seems fine but after two thousand years of nobody being able to provide any evidence that there is a reality after physical death, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;And another thing with the vulgarities and all. If you were Christian, you shouldn't use it. You shouldn't just use it because you think you can just confess that sin. If you know very well it's a sin and you claim you love God so much then why do you even use it in the first place? You can't just do bad things and think it's okay because you can confess later, that's just bullshit. I know very well that I'm not a very good person and that I have a shitty personality but at least I have the courage to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look I know that there are really good Christians out there who really believe and who have alot of faith and I really really respect that and I respect them aswell. I just hate those other Christians that don't even care and who just throw their religion and people's faces and wave it around like nobody's busniess.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys were 10% of those christians I respect then you would look at this post and accept it. (Like how you crackheads told me to accept God when I already do)&lt;br /&gt;If you are the 90% of Christians who are bastards, then spam away. I don't use this blog that much anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3793124896986525959?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3793124896986525959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3793124896986525959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3793124896986525959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3793124896986525959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/09/drill-some-logic-into-your-heads.html' title='Drill some logic into your heads.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7415228247170776569</id><published>2010-07-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:46:32.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?!</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I haven't been blogging for a really long time but I was bored so now I'm back! I was reading all my old posts from like when I first started and I think I've improved alot. O: Like I was such a noob. Like writing about every guy I thought was hot, not very cool. hahaha. So I cut my hair! And like the guy at the salon place made it smell like the shop and passion fruit so I am afraid that bees'll like fly into my hair and attack my scalp. D:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think my phone bill is going to burst because I have been calling the same person every night for like 5 hours everytime and I don't think that's very good for me. Oh yeah! I did the weirdest thing today. I actually did math. Nono, not homework, I did it for fun. I want to be an astrologer. I really really want to be an astrologer. So I guess it's a good thing? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;My post is really boring and I can see that your faces are all like *_* -with drool of course. I'm sorry. Because SOMEONE had to ruin my mood!! D:&lt; Fuck you bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;I realise that i may have to wear glasses because I can wear mary's glasses and see better. If I do then I think my dad'll kill me. Then i'd be like good game, good game. Oh man.. My old ones are like so ugleh.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, that mood ruiner is so annoying. You don't fucking own the guy. -_- I don't even know why he likes you. Or how he can stand your face. How he can keep liking you even though you honestly kinda treat him like nothing. You can go fuck yourself with a chainsaw.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY SHALL BE A GOOD DAY. If the stuff I planned even happens. I think we're gonna iCarly it. (If you know what I mean)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7415228247170776569?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7415228247170776569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7415228247170776569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7415228247170776569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7415228247170776569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5230808748696778804</id><published>2010-06-08T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:49:22.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Seeeeemmm!</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before christmas not a...... shit. I forgot how the rest of it goes. heh heh. Go google it or something.  :/ don't hate, appreciate. heh. see what i did there? no? okay. :/&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved a new message from Apple. HAHA. Epic. I want a message from strawberry. I like strawberries. Hmm, I'm so bored. Just got told I need to go for the bloody WKW competition wtf, at like 8 in the morning! Piss off!!!!! I don't think anyone reads my blog anymore. hohohoho! Actually thats a good thing, then i can bitch about all your bastards!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm leaving on Monday. I have only like two people to say bye to. I'll probably only miss two people. Yup. That's how friendless I am!!! WOOT WOOOT! Fuckin owl.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have love hate relationship with singaporean schools. hahahhaa, no. fuck that. I hate singaporean schools which is why i wanna move!!!!!! D:  the fucking education system is so stupid. I think i blogged about this like 8 times already but like seriously, 3 years ahead of other countries except China because like, all the kids from there are like robots obviously. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I fucking swear that the children in china are like robots or something okay? It's like bloody hell they don't even stop for toilet breaks. Real people need to pee! For one, that already proves that they aren't human. And plus they're always so fucking good at sports and like they never get injured or anything. PEOPLE GET INJURED. And they get like straight As for chinese and everything else. That already fucking proves it. Who the hell gets all As?! I didn't even get 1. :/&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating ramen. EH YA. WAH LAU, we were supposed to go eat ramen!!! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is bubble tea day!!!! WOOOT! I've been so happpeh this whole week it's magical. Apart from having to leave on Friday. ): But i hope I come back with alot of clothes then like at least it'll be worth wasting my time there. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh umm, what else? Oh yeah, I think STOMP is kinda fucking stupid. Like they go blog hopping? and what not and just rip the contents of people's blog and criticize it! And they all use like stupid names like stomper something something. FUCK! If you wanna criticize someone and rip their fucking blog content off, then use your real name for godsakes! JUDGE PEOPLE WILL YOU?! Hahaha, i judge people too but well... hmpf. fuck you.  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5230808748696778804?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5230808748696778804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5230808748696778804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5230808748696778804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5230808748696778804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/06/dim-seeeeemmm.html' title='Dim Seeeeemmm!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8087624009338583174</id><published>2010-05-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:58:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up and let go.</title><content type='html'>I deleted my recent post. I feel like a bloody dumbass now. It was a good blog post. ):&lt;br /&gt;Argh fuck that. Hmm. Thinking about it, maybe you're really starting to annoy me. I don't want to think that way but you are. But as of now, I can't be bothered and shant give a shit about your hella bad attitude. \m/ Done with this shit yo!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Heartland mall with Hong Li and YJ today. Bloody hell. We just went to cold storage and I bought this shitty corndog. IT WAS LIKE FUCKING SALTY WTF. Pissed me off. But I just ate the hotdog. hohoho. don't think sick. I know you're thinking sick. Hmm. We were supposed to do our homework today, but we ended up going to the arcade. TEEHEE. and like I only finished one question. Which is bullshit. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Denise, i know you read my blog everyday. Maybe not anymore. D:  I'm sorry if i don't post anymore. you ever tag ever bloody hell. hahaha! I just realized.&lt;br /&gt;Ah dammit, what happened to me? I'm not funny anymore. D: I just read all my old blog posts and realized how fucking lame i was. HAHAHAHHAA. I blogged about guys like all the bloody time. HAHA. SLUT! ;D I think it's so gross. And I used to blog like everyday. I had no life. Hehehehehehe. Joshua is like telling me bloody lame jokes now what the fuck. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OH. GUESS WHO I SAW DURING GUITAR? I saw the bloody annoying girl with the ugly big eyes!!!!! PISSED ME OFF. Thinking about the woman and what not!!!!!!! Angry!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about something funny to blog about bloody hell. Hmm, is it funny that I dropped my iPod on my facing multiple times while using it? Ah, nope. Not really. Not funny at all. Bloody hell. I punched myself in the face yesterday, I was like dancing alone in my room then my hand whacked my face. HAHAHA. I think facebook sucks now. The bloody thing lags and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. If you want a funny post then you gotta wait till someone random shit pisses me off. Whoooooooo! Okay. Vanessa. You better tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8087624009338583174?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8087624009338583174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8087624009338583174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8087624009338583174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8087624009338583174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-up-and-let-go.html' title='Give up and let go.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8477112350190010068</id><published>2010-05-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:02:20.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLARGH!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a really long time but I am now so shut up.  (this is because i'm pissed. so i'm trying to act angry)&lt;br /&gt;you know what I just found out? I just found out that i am expected to pay 2 bucks for a fucking game i didn't even know was being held like a few hours ago. NO. It's not the fact that i have to pay money that i'm pissed. it is the FACT that i was not informed of this and that I am EXPECTED or rather FORCED to do DUTY for a fucking game I didn't know was being held. And the duty is for 2 fucking hours plus my class duty, I might as well not even go. And I spent 30 FUCKING DOLLARS for tickets I will probably not use. WOULDN'T THAT PISS YOU OFF?&lt;br /&gt;And I thing, I don't want to do duty for a game I don't even know how to play, FUCK THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE GAME IS. As for my class game. You want to know I honest opinion? Don't fucking diss me because when you asked who wanted a game I SAID NO. The game is fucking dumb. FIRST. WE HAVE TO DRAG THREE BLOODY HEAVY MATS FROM THE HIGHEST FLOOR. SECOND. WE HAVE TO STUFF PILLOWS WITH COTTON WOOL AND PAPER AND SET UP THE WHOLE DAMN GAME.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE GAME IS?&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL TELL YOU. YOU TAKE A "PILLOW" AND YOU HIT YOUR FRIENDS. WHY?????? SO YOU CAN GET A PIECE OF STRING.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're playing it with people you hate, I suggest you don't play it at all. I don't even fucking get it. Yeah to bond our class and shit but you know what? People are getting more pissed than into it I can tell you that for sure. I'm not dissing the person that created the game or whatever, i just think it's stupid. Honest opinon. Take it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am pissed. YES. LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE ME PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE YOUR MOM WAS RIGHT SAYING I HAVE A PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;IS MY PROBLEM A GOOD ENOUGH EXCUSE TO MURDER ANYONE THAT PISSES ME OFF? I FUCKING HOPE SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8477112350190010068?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8477112350190010068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8477112350190010068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8477112350190010068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8477112350190010068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/05/flargh.html' title='FLARGH!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3869086393877902032</id><published>2010-04-17T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T05:44:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I would like to start off with a short paragraph for the awesome coach tan  (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's sad that you have to leave us. You've been the greatest coach to not only me but to the rest of the team. It's a privilege to have you train me. I don't care if the new coach is better. You will always be the best because you are the funniest, bestest and "hottest" coach there is in Singapore. And not o mention the coolest with the sandcastles and what not. (the hottest thing was a joke that you should know of. hahaha) And even though we might not show it, or want to say it, I know that each and every one loves you like alot and well, we'll definitely miss you. I'm sad.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. NOW. ON TO THE RANT.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE RUDE SINGAPOREANS. YOU ARE THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO BLOODY DISGRACE SINGAPORE. Okay let me tell you what happened before I insult them.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was with Nicole at the taxi stand and like I accidentally stood at the place where you put your trolley at and like so this fucking bitch like stood behind and like shouted at me THEN SHE ROLLED HER EYES. LIKE UH. fucking rude la! And like you're already SO SHORT. SO UGLY. NO MONEY TO BUY DECENT LOOKING CLOTHES. Why are you still so rude?! No wonder you're single man. If a guy ever dated you you'd be all like shitty to him and he'll probably leave you. I THINK TRACE CYRUS IS PRETTIER THAN YOU. you piece of horse shit.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then NEVERMIND, i let it slide... THEN THIS OTHER FUCKER (I bet she was your friend) Like came with her muther fucking trolley WITH SO LITTLE THINGS. LIKE CAN'T YOU USE A FUCKING CARRIER? YOU'RE ALREADY POOR TO THE BLOODY EXTENT THAT YOU HAVE TO BUY SO LITTLE THINGS AND YOU STILL WANNA BE RUDE?! Not to mention, you were also damn ugly. You probably live in a two room flat with your stupid son. Who is probably father-less because of your SHITTY ATTITUDE. I feel bad for your son. He probably got the ugly shit genes from you. -_- Okay so I STOOD AT THE SIDE OF THE FUCKING TROLLEY PUTTER THING. Then she like YELLED at me to move THEN she even like bloody forced her fucking cart in to show she was pissed and made DAMN alot of noise. STUPID FUCKER. Still TSKED. YOU THINK I HAVE FUCKING EYES AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD?! I probably did but they lost their ability to see after they saw you. Stupid ass shit. Then I shook the cart thing then you turn back la! FUCK YOU. It's people like YOU WHO CAN'T SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH, HAVE NO MANNERS AND PROBABLY FAILED PSLE. THIS IS WHY YOU ARE SO FUCKING POOR AND WHY YOU CAN ONLY BUY SO LITTLE THINGS FROM FUCKING NTUC EVEN THOUGH IT'S CHEAPEST SHIT PLACE ITHER THAN VALUE DOLLAR!!! You probably got your clothes from there. I THINK MY SCHOOL BAG IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU. Hope you get herpes. Oh wait, no one will wanna fuck a idiot NO MANNER SHIT FACE LIKE YOU. Oh well, i'll fucking rip your head off in your sleep. Wait, I don't wanna get the ugly diease. YOU WILL DIE YOUNG. I DON'T CARE. SCREW YOU! AND YOUR UGLY FACE! you will die young because you ruined my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I saved that. since like afternoon when I got back. Urgh. I'm still pissed I need anger management. It's not a joke anymore. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cureanxiety.com/do-you-have-these-symptoms-of-anger-disorders"&gt;http://cureanxiety.com/do-you-have-these-symptoms-of-anger-disorders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I have anger disorder. I think when they say "you can be a normal person again" it's damn funny. Like I'm just a angry person, doesn't mean i'm not normal.   :&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I need help. You should help me. Okay. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy that you guys broke up. What a bitch I am.&lt;br /&gt;WELL. okay. Not really. I'm sad and pissed and I'm not normal. GO AWAY. WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?! HUH? okay. well. bye.  ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3869086393877902032?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3869086393877902032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3869086393877902032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3869086393877902032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3869086393877902032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/04/screw-you.html' title='Screw you!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4149021351987189175</id><published>2010-04-13T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:29:15.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blood is ftw!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, so I haven't been posting much which is shit. Yeah, throw your apples at me, whatever. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching Incredible Tales on channel 5 yesterday and it's the dumbest shit ever. Let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;scene 1 : three ugly asian guys in a cab with a crazy old china taxi driver who likes to speed.&lt;br /&gt;scene 2 : theres a indian guy thats damn bastard and decides to insult some ghost.&lt;br /&gt;scene 3 : they hit a tree.  -_- wtf.&lt;br /&gt;scene 4 : they amazingly just drove off like that then they all went home.&lt;br /&gt;scene 5 : the ugliest of the three guys takes his motocycle home and he picks up this damn shit ugly chic on the side of the road (crazy idiot, i know I wouldn't)&lt;br /&gt;scene 6 : he brings the girl home and feels damn great when she holds his waist. wtf. then he thinks she's damn hot and like slaps himself for forgetting to take her number.&lt;br /&gt;scene 7 : forgets to take baack his jacket cause he lent it to the ugly girl. then randomly, he throws his shirt on the floor and blood starts coming out???&lt;br /&gt;scene 8 : goes back to the girls house and knocks on the door to ask for jacket.&lt;br /&gt;scene 9 : this ugly fat bitch comes out of no where and starts yelling at the guy.&lt;br /&gt;(I'M DAMN LAZY TO TYPE SO I'LL JUST SKIP TO THE LAST SCENE.)&lt;br /&gt;scene 234 : they find out they're all dead.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING DUMB RIGHT? All that shit to find out that they're dead. And they actually died when they crashed into the tree because of that stupid old china man who drove too fast. And for god's sake don't get me started on the effects. They just copy and pasted the girl's face into the bushes la. HAHA. I think that was damn funny. But whatever. Utt's kinda cute. But he's short. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! This cute guy from interviewed me and mary today. Well, I thought he was cute. But i couldn't understand anything he was saying! All I heard was "mmmmmmm" HAHA. But yeah, he was cute so who cares.  :D Then we saw this hobo sleeping on the floor. HAHAHA. And I know it's really mean to make fun of people like that but like honestly!! the way he was sleeping was damn funny. He just found this random spot in the middle of no where and started to sleep! And his mouth was WIDE open. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;I had my chinese oral today too. WOOO. I'mma fail. The teacher asked me "what would parents do if they had children that caused alot of trouble?" then I said "tell them if they don't change, they will go to jail." wtf! Chinese sucks.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of today was that guy. If you're reading this (you won't) THEN I LOVE YOU! you totally made my day!  &lt;3 and you wear braces. You understand my pain. fuckyeahbracefaces!!  love you! INTERVIEW ME SOMEMORE. even though I think mary and I made ourselves look like idiots when we forgot what child labour was. At first I was thinking of child prostitution because your eyes were so nice to look at. But then I realised that that's totally different. shit.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. THIS SHOULD MAKE UP FOR MY LACK OF BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! BEFORE I FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BRENDON!!!!! LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU! I have since Primary 2. WOOOT! YOU'RE 23. OLD. BUT AGE DOESN'T MATTER AS LONG AS WE LOVE EACH OTHER (by we I meant, I) BUT YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN MY COUSIN SO I GUESS THAT'S OKAY!! teehee! yay! I love you! your birthday is on my favourite day! WOOOT! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4149021351987189175?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4149021351987189175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4149021351987189175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4149021351987189175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4149021351987189175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-blood-is-ftw.html' title='True Blood is ftw!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2446009187888372519</id><published>2010-04-08T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:10:12.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy.</title><content type='html'>You are a bloody hypocrite. Don't tell me that you will never do something I do then go do it. It makes you an ass who goes around talking shit and then you do the things you regard as "stupid". You know what? I choose to be a sinner rather than a hypocrite. So what if you have a religon, it doesn't make you a better person. You are so hypocritically immoralized that you have to go around telling everyone around you what you perceive is the "right thing to do" but you do it yourself. What's so great about that! You think everyone likes you? Don't flatter yourself, I'm going to puke. I am starting to despise you for the kind of person you have become and it pisses me off that you think you are better than all of us. When the truth is that you are not. If you think you're the best at everything, I suggest you shoot yourself. I hate the person you have turned into and it really makes me wonder if it's even worth it to go through your bullshit everyday. You rip everyone off and you are a jealous wreck. You are jealous of everyone who has everything you ever wanted, when the fuck are you going to wake up and realize that life is bitch and that you will never get what you want? I assumed you already knew that since you claim you're so god-damn mature. You obviously do not. Stop pissing me off and ripping me off.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2446009187888372519?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2446009187888372519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2446009187888372519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2446009187888372519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2446009187888372519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/04/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-347190917473407438</id><published>2010-03-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:35:32.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' weird!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, so I realized that I've been having really strange dreams like after I started wearing the brace to sleep. It probably makes my brain go all googly. But the thing is, I don't know if they're like hallucinations (i don't think it's spelled like that) because like I feel like I'm awake? Like I think I'm awake but you know, I'm not sure if I was.... shit. I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it was like there were people in my room and like alex was somehow in my room too? And like he was sleeping like beside me, I really don't know, it felt like it. And like it felt so awesome and he looked so huggable then suddenly I think Nat Mok?? She shouted "OR HORH" then I went oh shit! Then alex rolled his eyes, then he just hugged me then I just went like :0 then the next thing I remember is just like waking up and feeling really strange. Yeah, I didn't know whether it was a dream or if I was just seein' things because I don't know, for some reason the Alex and Nat Mok yelling part felt really real.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the Alex part were real.... :(&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think I was awake but seeing stuff because it didn't feel like I was dreaming and my bloody eyes were open! (that's what it felt like)&lt;br /&gt;I searched google and they said it was LUSTFUL THINKING. WTF. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, me, lustful thinking? Pssh! heh heh.... And they said it meant that I want to have a relationship with that person. UH, C'MON, I MEAN LIKE DUH? WHY WOULDN'T I WANNA DATE ALEX?! crazy idiots, I don't care, age doesn't matter, he dated a cougar once!! Proof that it doesn't matter to him! And he LOVES singapore! He tweeted it himself!!! :D Love him.&lt;br /&gt;23 but I don't care. NINE YEARS IS NOTHING!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// I just read Wiki and Alex's blog and concluded that we both have this thing we do called Lucid Dreaming. You're freakin' lucky you don't have that. It scares the bejeebers outta me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-347190917473407438?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/347190917473407438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=347190917473407438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/347190917473407438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/347190917473407438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/freakin-weirdi-l.html' title='Freakin&apos; weird!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5028329273412822419</id><published>2010-03-18T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:33:42.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Konstantine.</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine all the people that you know, and all the places that you go, when the lights are turned down low. And I don't understand all the things you've seen, but I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams. It's always you in my big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And then you'd bring me home, afraid to find out that you're alone. And I'm sleeping in your living room well, we don't have much room to live.&lt;br /&gt;My Konstantine,&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;We played out on the movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;And I said, did you know how much I've missed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalexalex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5028329273412822419?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5028329273412822419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5028329273412822419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5028329273412822419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5028329273412822419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-konstantine.html' title='My Konstantine.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-605838890938765818</id><published>2010-03-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:28:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I don't think I care.</title><content type='html'>You know what? I actually feel sorry for you. You're so insecure with your own damn life that you have to bash other people up for the music they listen to, for the clothes they wear and the people they hang out with. And if that wasn't bad enough, you then procced to rip that off. You are the epitome of insecurity if I have ever seen it. I'm sorry if your friends hate you, or if your siblings hate you. All insecure people look for is attention, so I will do just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe in your ignorance, failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-605838890938765818?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/605838890938765818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=605838890938765818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/605838890938765818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/605838890938765818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-i-dont-think-i-care.html' title='Well, I don&apos;t think I care.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2861418008484256079</id><published>2010-03-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:15:04.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to hate sand.</title><content type='html'>Hellop! No, it isn't a spelling error, i'm not a retard. Okay so I had badminton training at Palawan Beach today at Sentosa and it was a bloody killer! I didn't get the message about wearing running shoes to run so I brought my badminton shoes and I had to run in them! So messed up. And like he made us do physical all the way and it was so damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;He made us like run through the bloody sand and shit with our shoes. DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, you're probably thinking "Bullshit la you, sand so what? easier what??" YOUR HEAD AH. It's like so much bloody harder la! And we had to run from like Pawalan to Siloso (really don't know how this is spelled) and like we had to run back. WTF. No stopping, but like the sec ones kept walking and they made me wanna walk! Grrr. So angry! Then he made us sprint up this stupid hill from a grass place with animals to a bloody carpark. YOU TELL ME WEIRD ANOT. Then he made us do footwork, IN THE SAND, IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY IN THE BEACH. God... I was like omg. damn damn damn! There weren't even hot guys, only pretty girls and that sucks major ass crack for me. Shit man, I was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;But you know our coach made pretty sweet ass sandcastles? When I saw him, he was really tan... and he was covered in sand.... yeap, pretty much. And like when I saw his works I was like hella dank! And then I just went all like, awwww DIP!&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, then a few of us went to eat at superdog and the food was kinda good. BUT SHIYIN. OMG. SHI YIN. when inez went to take her food she protected it like it was her life la! Then she threw all her fries back in the box and hugged it. HAHA. greedy girl. So yeah. Inez's dad sent me home, this stupid girl told me to lie. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this ends my day. I'm getting my brace tomorrow, WISH ME LUCK! haha, not really. Okay, goodnight!  :) I love you all very much because I love you very much. yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2861418008484256079?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2861418008484256079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2861418008484256079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2861418008484256079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2861418008484256079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-starting-to-hate-sand.html' title='I&apos;m starting to hate sand.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4559225672213860203</id><published>2010-03-15T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:31:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN DAY AT IKEA AND GARDENS!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everydoggies! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today, it was Nicole's birthday celebration (only SPPLOA) and Douche didn't come. wtf, because he was sleeping. wtf!  :( so sad you know. EH, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M DAMN SAD OKAY?  :(&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways, we went to the IKEA at tamp... I really do not know how to spell that bloody place thing. You should know where la okay? :D Okay so we went there and we all tried finding bloody useless stuff to buy. HAHA. So yeah, I bought a doggie sippy cup (two different colours!!!!) I bought a blanket. Yeah, I know, what the hell right? HAHAHHA, it's damn soft la.&lt;br /&gt;My mom just totally ruined my blogging mood now okay. STUPID FUCKER YOU KNOW. EVERYTHING ALSO TELL MY DAD. WTF SIA. WHEN YOU KEEP ASKING ME THE SAME BLOODY STUPID QUESITON THAT I ALREADY FUCKING ASKED YOU, DON'T KEEP ASKING ME AGAIN AND ANNOY ME AND THEN WHEN I JUST LIKE GIVE YOU THE FUCKING ANSWER IMPAITENTLY, THEN DON'T SAY THAT I AM FUCKING RUDE BECAUSE I AM NOT. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS FUCKING ANNOYING AND GETTING ON MY NERVES AND IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE, THEN YOU CAN FUCKING LEAVE BECAUSE I'M DAMN TIRED OF YOU THREATENING TO FUCKING LEAVE. LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LA. AS IF YOU WILL LIKE THAT BLOODY HELL. oh my god i am so pissed. not the mood to blog about happy stuff anymore. Okay, i'll blog about the bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THE FUCKER TOLD HER DAUGHTER TO CUT THIS BLOODY LONG CUE. then she forced her bloody idiot of a daughter to squeeze through the railings just to get a bloody soft cone. -_- and she fucking cut in front of me la! ASSHOLE OR WHAT?? Then her daughter was like squeezing through the railings and started yelling in pain then her mom was like "If you want your ice cream then you have to squeeze through it" THEN I WAS LIKE. WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU WANNA CRACK HER RIBCAGE ISSIT? I FELT LIKE SLAPPING HER FACE LA. omg, I cannot stand these kinda typical singaporean losers. They are so loser-ish that they have to cut my bloody cue JUST TO GET A SOFT CONE. I mean, c'mon, if you HAD a life or if you HAD the nice-ness in you, you could've just waited, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. stupid little bitch slut crack whore motha freakin cue cuttering princess asshole! pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;OH, but other than that, I had a great time at school doing math! Yeah, it's hard to believe but I'm kinda starting to wanna do well in math... GOOD FOR ME! :) I am happy. Though, I still have to convince him not to kill me because I failed math and geog. And he's not very happy with me after what my bitch mom said. bloody prick.  *MIDDLE FINGER MUCH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4559225672213860203?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4559225672213860203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4559225672213860203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4559225672213860203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4559225672213860203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-day-at-ikea-and-gardens.html' title='FUN DAY AT IKEA AND GARDENS!!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-951650576538830297</id><published>2010-03-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:24:58.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be worth less, but you my dear, are completely worthless.</title><content type='html'>You aren't the best, you're probably the worst. You may not be the last, but you're definitely the first. You aren't the prettiest but you sure are someone who I have learnt from the most.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be like you and I will never want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-951650576538830297?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/951650576538830297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=951650576538830297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/951650576538830297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/951650576538830297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-may-be-worth-less-but-you-my-dear-are.html' title='I may be worth less, but you my dear, are completely worthless.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2607204734653331054</id><published>2010-03-14T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:40:56.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day is feeling hopeless.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god damn god. My dad got me a laptop on his own free will and I haven't told him about my results yet. Bloody hell do I feel guilty, I feel so guilty. oh my god. Nevermind, I'll do well for my start of year math paper and prove to him that I can and DO study! and work hard. I'll be damn attentive during Mr Ghee's lesson tomorrow. love him man. But i think he hates me.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;Daft Punk is ftw btw, HAHA. SO FUNNY. FTW BTW. Anyways, I feel like eating bacon. (Y) Looking forward to tomorrow! SSPLOAs will unite for the first time. I bet everyone will be staring like "whoa, these three girls and one guy are like rebels! how cool are they?!" Yeah, we know, we know.&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Have you seen MTV Teen Cribs?! Okay, if you have, have you seen the kid with the slide in his house? And his dad's an inventor?? ANDREW? I THINK HE'S DAMN CUTE. YEAH. OMG. I THINK HE'S REALLY DAMN CUTE. And I won't mind staying in his house. Vanessa....  ;) wink wink. HAHAHA. Awesome asian lookin' kid right there! And his brother uh, J... whatever, he's hot! Like asian cute hot, but Andrew's cute. Yeah, FO SHO. I saw alot of hot guys today!!!!!!! happeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hooked on andrew. I have photos of him in this personal book I have, so cool. CREDITS TO MARY FOR THE FORMAT OF THE PICTURES. smartass. So anyways, quick update today. DEFFO, MORE TO COME TOMORROW!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2607204734653331054?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2607204734653331054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2607204734653331054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2607204734653331054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2607204734653331054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-is-feeling-hopeless.html' title='The day is feeling hopeless.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2174101900934093710</id><published>2010-03-13T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T02:04:34.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like Tumblr - Nothing Personal.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Even though I just blogged, I feel the need to blog again because I know I will forget.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. I think tumblr is really stupid. And for those people who use tumblr, uh, don't take it to heart but I think it's really stupid. I think it's stupid when you fucking reblog EVERYTHING and not post shit of your own! I mean sure, I post lyrics or pictures that aren't mine but it doesn't happen for EVERY post I do. I get fucking bored of reading tumblrs (unless I'm finding pictures, then it should be damn easy right?) because EVERYTHING on EVERY TUMBLR is the SAME. I think it's STUPID and NOT ORIGINAL is everything on every tumblr is bloody like copied from this poor idiot who found out that you can copy shit and gets his/her original shit copied by other lazy people who don't type out they're own shit because they are too damn lazy. Everyone says it's fun to reblog. -_- I think it's stupid. I'd rather type out my own ORIGINAL posts thank you very much. Kudos to you tumblr people who post your own stuff and I feel sorry that you get ripped off.  :(  I am true to blogger. And I will not get a tumblr unless blogger like deletes the service or if like tumblr is locked to people who use it.  :-/ Yeah, I need pictures of you know... uh. certain people.  ;) you know what I mean. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story, I think tumblr is dumb. I mean, why have "your own blog" when you're just copying every other person's stuff? Unless you write your own stuff and people copy you then sucks to be you! :D&lt;br /&gt;Blogger may suck because it takes really long to upload and whatever but like tumblr ripped off blogger, blogger was the original! No wonder tumblr lets people reblog, SHEESH. The creater is such a douche. *MIDDLE FINGER* okay.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T USE TUMBLR! shh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2174101900934093710?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2174101900934093710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2174101900934093710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2174101900934093710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2174101900934093710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-like-tumblr-nothing-personal.html' title='I don&apos;t like Tumblr - Nothing Personal.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3927356086264216280</id><published>2010-03-13T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:35:19.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're cheap trick, I wanna be expensive trick.</title><content type='html'>Hello all, so guess what? I got my results back and I failed MATH AND GEOG! as expected.   :-/&lt;br /&gt;Screw Rock (geog teacher) fucking prick. I bloody think I'd rather spend your bloody geog lesson doing math. At least I HAVE an interest for math but for geog, screw it. You said it's more important then math, so guess what? I'm FAILING math, and math is really important so if you THINK for one bloody second that I'm listening in your class or if I THINK geog is important, you can go screw yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I dare to show my dad my report book because I don't want him to yell at me especially after going away for so long but he's coming back so I'm gonna wait for him to leave then ask my mom to sign it and pray she doesn't say anything about it to my dad. Although she has a fucking big mouth and lies about not telling him anything all the time, I can try and pray she won't be a bitch. I'm so against everyone now because of geog. I don't know why, it just pisses me off that fucking MOE makes us learn SHIT we could care less about and like PLEASE LA, WHAT JOB INVOLVES GEOGRAPHY OTHER THAN BEING A GEOG TEACHER HUH? Even if you want a job, you have to like go overseas. -_- and please la, you want a 6.5 million population. FAT HOPE. Because of your stupid education system, children like ME will MOVE ONCE WE GET THE CHANCE TOO. And since you want me to speak proper english, I shall not, so as a typical singaporean would say "Eh, you want 6.5 million pro-pru-ration issit? WAIT LONG LONG." teehee! *Pats my own back* I'm just so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;And like MOE keeps raising the standards because what? He thinks we'll get smarter?? BULLSHIT LA PLEASE. We will FAIL and GIVE UP. So stop raising the fucking standards because it's stupid and CHILDREN LIKE ME ACTUALLY GET BEATEN so unless you want to have the whole no canning thing here I suggest you stop raising the standards or else sooner or later you'll force 3 year olds to do principle of accounts.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;So pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I love the Kinks! And Cheap Trick! hence the title. hahahahhaha. anyways. So like YEAH. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out alot this week. Monday I'm going to IKEA with nicole mary and luc. SSPLOA! xxxcited. And uh, on friday, VANESSA! We're gonna watch lovely bones and stare at hot guys!! I'm xxcited to go out with her too! Love this boney little John O' looking girl.  :) But I'm going to study for the math test alot. I reallly want to pass so I can like tell my dad "hey look I'm improving!" and I'll fucking mug for geog and shove it in miss lee's *WHOOPS I USED YOUR NAME, AHH WHO GIVES A SHIT* face about how I passed her stupid dumbshit subject.&lt;br /&gt;Okay right now, i just look forward to Monday, yes. Monday. Goodbye, meet at at IKEA and I'll say hi. to you. Yeah. HOTDOGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3927356086264216280?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3927356086264216280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3927356086264216280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3927356086264216280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3927356086264216280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-cheap-trick-i-wanna-be.html' title='If you&apos;re cheap trick, I wanna be expensive trick.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7759704575542694604</id><published>2010-03-09T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:57:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery loves me.</title><content type='html'>You are a failure and you know it. You suck in school and your life is a bore and you are nothing but messed up. You have to hide stuff from people that you need most in your life because honestly, no one can understand how you feel. No one will never be truly there and no one will watch you when you're falling. They are going to let you fall and hard, and they are going to force you to walk to broken glass to get to what you want because life is a bitch and life has discerned you as a complete failure. And after some time when people accuse you of something, you don't care anymore because you know that no one is going to believe you since you've always been failure. You hate it when you have to be happy in front of everyone because you know they're gonna ask you what's wrong and you're tired of explaining something they would not understand. You'd like to think that you'll go down with the world when it ends because after all, the captain goes down with the ship. You wish you could steer your own life but because of the fucking law, it has to be on automatic unless you fight for it which has been proven too tough for you. You are weak but you're fighting a war that was never meant to be fought and you of course, are losing it zero to a hundred. You hate it when people tell you not to give up and you of all people know that it's not that you have given up, it's that you're too bloody scared to try it because you know for a fucking fact that you are going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;Failure. It makes everyone unhappy and it kills you to have to live your whole life a loser because you failed.&lt;br /&gt;You are a loser.&lt;br /&gt;You need to buy yourself another life because this life is too short and in your hands, it's not worth spending.&lt;br /&gt;You are the person writing this post because you know too much about failure.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone like McMahon to write songs that motivate you so you don't fall into an endless pit of depression and kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7759704575542694604?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7759704575542694604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7759704575542694604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7759704575542694604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7759704575542694604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/misery-loves-me.html' title='Misery loves me.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2563882996147388225</id><published>2010-03-08T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:42:32.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag replies!</title><content type='html'>Anabel : YEAH, I'mma buy the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soffi : *slits wrists* hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryzz : HE LOOKS LIKE A TURTLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2563882996147388225?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2563882996147388225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2563882996147388225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2563882996147388225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2563882996147388225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/tag-replies.html' title='Tag replies!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-9174819138026609429</id><published>2010-03-08T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:40:16.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were the apple of my eye, I'd dig my eye out and sell it on ebay.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. So i'm pretty pissed off today... Yeap, for one, I'm can pretty well bet on my life that I'm going to fail chinese CA. For the first time in my life. Yes. I have never failed chinese before, GO AHEAD MOCK ME FOR BEING THE ASIAN GIRL THAT I AM! GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;So if you have me on FB, you probably saw my current status and well, you should know who I'm talking about unless you are a total retard. Okay, let's see, the first person will be Rock and the second person will be Fats.&lt;br /&gt;SO, rock teaches me geography and we'll she's a pretty badass teacher. I mean DAMN, she teaches SO well. It makes me wanna gag. That's how much I like it. ALSO, she yelled at me and my friends today for the discussing about a question SHE told us to answer. Well, that's what I call GOOD teaching skills because we ALL know that you have to scold EVERYONE in order to get your way isn't it? Yeah... I'm pretty sure that's what YOU think. Yeah, and she told me she's pretty damn sure that I'm going to fail! YES, that is what teachers SHOULD do! INFACT, ALL YOU TEACHERS SHOULD DO THAT. Teach your subject SO AWESOMELY that everyone in your class FAILS! And then when you find out that they fail, scold them and PREDICT what they will get in the near future and kill their hopes of passing. Yes.. You may not know this but this is really what every student wants. OH! And SHOUT at someone who BOTHERS enough to answer your TOTALLY sensible questions in class for being RUDE. OH and I'm extremely sure that every teacher doesn't want their student to SHUT UP AND LISTEN. Yes. You don't, BUT you don't like it when we talk and make noise. What do you suggest we do Rock? OH OH, and she's SO nice that she's NICER to the other students who she likes. And when they get real high for tests, she'll be so nice and say shit like "ALL OF YOU SHOULD LEARN FROM HER BECAUSE SHE PASSED. BLAH BLAH BLAH." and when someone you DON'T LIKE gets the highest for a CA test *COUGH* mary *COUGH* you tell the class "It doesn't matter who got the highest for this test" YES. OH YES CHILDREN, I FORGOT. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO STUDY ABOUT ROCKS BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ROCKS THEN YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MATH AND SCIENCE WHEN YOU'RE IN JC! YES. THAT IS WHAT WE LIKE. I BLOODY PRAISE YOU OH MIGHTY GOD OF ALL SEDIMENTARY ROCKS. I PRAISE YOU. \m/&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall move on to fats, YOU SEE.... her name kinda explains it all and plus she teaches me home econs. Awesome or what? She lets us cook food that is SO tastey and SO healthy, I would like to yet again, gag. Ah.... yes. FATS you see, has PERFECT eyesight. You wanna know how I know that? Teehee! I'll tell you, because when my friend *COUGH* nicole *COUGH* left her bloody book on the table where you WORK at ALL DAY, you didn't see it and ACCUSED her of not handing it up. YES. Oh! And also she is so god-damn resonable I just want to freakin' strangle myself! When I was gone for three/two lessons, I assumed she was SMART ENOUGH to know that I had a competition going on because everyone already told her. BUT NO! Teachers, FIRST RULE OF TEACHING! You can NEVER trust your students, ESPECIALLY THE MONINTOR YOU PICKED YOURSELF. YES. You cannot trust that she has a competition because you can be sure that she is lying. WHY? Because children sin. EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT FAKE HAVING A COMPETITION, PLEASE TEACHERS, ASK YOUR BLOODY STUDENT TO BURDEN HER CCA TEACHER IN CHARGE TO WRITE A LETTER ABOUT HOW SHE TOLD THE TRUTH. that's what a GOOD teacher should do, yeah, you're the best. ALSO MISPRONOUNCE COMMONLY USED WORDS! Like you can say Pepper as pepper, it as RIT, or whatever as whatevel, OR THE MOST COMMON ONE, fingers as fingels. Hell yes will your students love you! Oh, and after school, you should really hold them back for AS long as you can, because YOU out of everyone KNOW BEST that singaporean children actually do have a life and they spend it carelessly outside of school because they don't need to study and that is why you have to hold them back. Yeah, so hold em' back till like 2 when they were released at ONE THIRTY. that should really waste their time. OH! And a real good tip for wasting more of their time is to tell them stupid stories that make NO SENSE and have NO LINK to whatever the hell you are saying! EXAMPLE, talk to your students about a sandwich competition and tell them a story about how a girl snatched a bloody stupid piece of shit from your hand because YOU made her do something STUPID AS HELL and you MADE her REDO it again. Now, we would all like to do that wouldn't we? YES! ALSO, TELL YOUR STUDENTS STORIES ABOUT YOU BRINGING TOMATOES TO SCHOOL. THAT WILL REALLY HELP THEM IN THEIR EDUCATION! Then wait and scold them and tell them their attitude sucks till it's two then slowly release them. That should be it! Now your students hate you and will eventually start blogging about you. THAT my friend is also how you get bloody famous if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall end my rant here. I shall post it on FB where all can see. Hmm, I think I should be president. WHAT'CHA SAY? *i say yes*  \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-9174819138026609429?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/9174819138026609429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=9174819138026609429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9174819138026609429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9174819138026609429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-were-apple-of-my-eye-id-dig-my.html' title='If you were the apple of my eye, I&apos;d dig my eye out and sell it on ebay.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3664047567939879670</id><published>2010-03-06T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:55:59.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My child is going to be hot!!! I hope.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I'm really hyper so I'm going to blog. YES, PART LIKE ONE THOUSAND OF WHAT I AM PLANNING TO NAME MY CHILDREN!!!! :D I don't know, I just like thinking about names for kids, I think I should work as like you that person you go to, to like help you pick a baby name? Oh shit, I think old chinese monks do that. Scratch that then.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE picking guy names. Because I want a guy. I mean, a girl is fine, I'd just like to have a guy more.... Yeah! Not in order btw.&lt;br /&gt;BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;1. Jack Jr.&lt;br /&gt;2. Alexander&lt;br /&gt;3. Julian (yes, it's because he's hot and I magically hope that my son will turn out to look like him okay?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Caleb&lt;br /&gt;5. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;6. Edward&lt;br /&gt;7. Zac&lt;br /&gt;8. Bjorn&lt;br /&gt;9. Dyllan&lt;br /&gt;10. Forrest (I'm serious)&lt;br /&gt;11. Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;12. Jared&lt;br /&gt;13. Travis&lt;br /&gt;14. Vaughn (like for a middle name and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;15. Maximilian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Yeah. That's all I can remember, I know I missed out some but I'll post them like on monday for somethin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS. not in order either.&lt;br /&gt;1. Blair&lt;br /&gt;2. Leighton&lt;br /&gt;3. Tegan&lt;br /&gt;4. Dia&lt;br /&gt;5. Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;6. Alexis&lt;br /&gt;7. Whitney&lt;br /&gt;6. Lea-Ann /Leah&lt;br /&gt;7. Maci&lt;br /&gt;8. Delilah&lt;br /&gt;9. Lila&lt;br /&gt;10. Holly&lt;br /&gt;11. Adele&lt;br /&gt;12. Juliet (Maybe....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I make it seem as if I'm gonna like have 69 kids. YAY ME! teehee!&lt;br /&gt;I really like the girl names but I still want a boy. Or like twins. OMG, I HOPE I HAVE TWINS LA. ONE BOY AND ONE GIRL. IT'LL BE LIKE FUCKING COOL CAN? NICEEEE. But I like the name Bjorn. I don't know why... Hmm... I like babies!!! But not like all at one time, then I feel like slamming my head against a wall. I like a few babies but like I hate alot of babies or even kids all at one time, I feel like slapping all of them. Especially when they learn how to talk in full sentences and they keep yabbering bullshit you don't wanna hear. Yeah. I hope my kid is hot. Like really, that's all I really want. AND I FUCKING PRAY THEY DON'T HAVE CURVED SPINES. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I hate my bloody spine la. I bet like ARGH! Tag if you have to wear a brace, because I feel your pain and it makes me feel like cutting my spine out. Yes yes yes. Oh guess what? I have this pilot pen competition and I'm playing against RGS. Screw you draws!!! Okay, no hope in winning already. Lemme go to sleep! Goodnight!!!   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3664047567939879670?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3664047567939879670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3664047567939879670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3664047567939879670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3664047567939879670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-child-is-going-to-be-hot-i-hope.html' title='My child is going to be hot!!! I hope.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5654125244579456407</id><published>2010-03-06T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:03:29.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you catching my drift yet?</title><content type='html'>I'll leave you behind, it's not the first time. We've been through this, it happens every time. You hear the sound of my name at the top of their lungs, and this dumb game you play isn't fooling anyone and now i wanna know, are you catching my drift yet? Now that we have said goodbye, don't try and fix it up again. It's my fault that you can't stand a thing i do? And don't lie cause we know you want too, now i can't seem to comprehend how the things your saying is not what you meant at all because last time i checked these so called "friends"were your "friends till the very end". And now I know, that i have made big plans, and i have said big things that i have pulled out of my head, that these sins are kept a lot, and have been kept it all now a handful is all thats left.&lt;br /&gt;Can you just look at how things were, and how they are now, and please tell me that i am right?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why its so hard for you to be wrong for once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, are you catching my drift yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5654125244579456407?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5654125244579456407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5654125244579456407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5654125244579456407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5654125244579456407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-catching-my-drift-yet.html' title='Are you catching my drift yet?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3637513508496655576</id><published>2010-03-04T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:52:43.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are an annoying orange.</title><content type='html'>Damn, I can't even stand looking at you anymore. It's irritating and it pisses me off. And I really mean it when I say it's pissing me off. Stop ripping people off. And stop using everyone just because you THINK you can and STOP listening to things you do not even/HATE for crying out loud. And you said I ripped you off?! Bullshit, B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T. And stop rolling your eyes! OH MT GOD. BAD HABIT. BAD FUCKING HABIT. you don't even know half the songs you download from the website I GAVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Today was an okay day. I had school, and I did my art for Junie the lip bitch. And guess what? I have a new found hatered (is that how you spell it?) for Home Econs teachers. Okay lets give these two irritating creatures/teachers names!&lt;br /&gt;Douche and Bag.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Douche is like this crazy bitch who thinks that we can do WHATEVEL we want. And well she gives us tons of homework and she thinks everyone is damn slow and that she's damn cool because what she brings bloody tomatoes to school.&lt;br /&gt;Douche, well, she's irritating. She told us today to LAUGH LIKE GIRLS. HOW THE FUCK ARE GIRLS SUPPOSED TO LAUGH? Boys and girls laugh differently? DUDE, I'M SORRY THAT YOU DON'T SMILE OR LAUGH OR HAVE SO LITTLE DRY HAIR BUT I MEAN, JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LAUGH DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T!! She asked us today what was so funny untill we laugh untill like that. Then I was like "WTF, OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING DAMN FUNNY RIGHT YOU IDIOT." I mean I didn't say that but still. yeah. I am pretty effin' pissed off today. I plan to like bullshit on Lee-Lee tomorrow. She's so full of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3637513508496655576?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3637513508496655576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3637513508496655576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3637513508496655576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3637513508496655576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-annoying-orange.html' title='You are an annoying orange.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5716372930517231823</id><published>2010-03-01T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:12:25.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should start acting like that guy who stopped talking.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, so I'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my sister I got a fucking scolding from my dad. Because she left her fucking shit on the floor. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I have to wear a brace. Yes a mother fucking brace, till i'm 16. This is so extremely screwed up. Fuck my life. Like seriously, it's becasue of an UNKNOWN CAUSE WTF?! THEN WHY MUST I HAVE IT? Fuck everyone who doesn't have a curved spine! FUCK YOU ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. And now I have chinese tuition all of a sudden. I ALREADY HAD FUCKING 5 PERIODS OF CHINESE AND NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TUITION FOR 1 AND A HALF HOURS? DAMN YOU! And I STILL have yet to finish my art. Fucking great right?!&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFFFFF UUUUUUUUUUUUU DOUCHE BAG SPINE!!! YOU RUINED MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T GOD MAKE A JELLYFISH. JELLYFISH DON'T HAVE SPINES, AND THEY CAN FUCKING LIKE STING ANY BLOODY PERSON THEY DON'T LIKE. I WANT TO BE A FUCKING JELLYFISH!&lt;br /&gt;I BET ALEX DOESN'T LIKE BRACES. ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU SPINE! Damn you.  :'(&lt;br /&gt;Fuck chinese, when will I bloody use it anyways?  :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely angry and pissed off now. And yes, if you are in my group for the hike tomorrow and you piss me off, I will not hesitate you push you down the fucking hill. Especially if you're irritating and have a broken wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// Hey assholes who don't wear braces (I mean both kinds), I have to wear a brace because I'm still growing. Like alot. There are like 5 stages of height and i'm at like 2.  -_- Which is fucking lame. So yes, I'M GOING TO BE TALLER THAN ALL OF YOU WHEN I'M OLDER. WAKAKAKAKA. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ke$ha. She sucks major meatballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5716372930517231823?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5716372930517231823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5716372930517231823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5716372930517231823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5716372930517231823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-start-acting-like-that-guy-who.html' title='I should start acting like that guy who stopped talking.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1256390787896119005</id><published>2010-02-26T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:26:06.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Flowers.</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;div&gt;God damn does alex sound sexy as hell singing painting flowers. Oh yeah, go watch Alice In Wonderland, it's in the soundtrack! I think alex sounds sexy because he doesn't sound like his usual self in the verse, only in the chorus, AND he lisps abit (kinda sounds like he's wearing retainers). Cute-er-rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442486821265017010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S4eY7aw_CLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5oum1egvIqE/s320/Alex33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See that radical tatt he has? I want a tattoo. But it's like damn scary. Because my dad will beat me up and make me a hobo. And plus, I get like bored and stuff easily, so I'm afraid I'll get bored of the tattoo. I don't know. It'd be cool to have a tatt on my fingers or wrists. Dayumm.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I read Chanel's brother's exam paper today, LAUGH MY ASS OFF OKAY. I want a copy of it! I'll ask her some other time. :D Okay, goodbye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1256390787896119005?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1256390787896119005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1256390787896119005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1256390787896119005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1256390787896119005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/painting-flowers.html' title='Painting Flowers.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S4eY7aw_CLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5oum1egvIqE/s72-c/Alex33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4271502431247804179</id><published>2010-02-22T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:32:47.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me and the Bourgeoisie.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;After listening to this song that I really like, I really feel as if I might be one of the most spoiled bitches in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with all the pleasures of the first world,&lt;br /&gt;Laid out before me who am I to breakdown?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I choose Love,&lt;br /&gt;I choose Light,&lt;br /&gt;And I try, it's too easy just to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME INDIE ARTISTS AREN'T SMARTASSES?&lt;br /&gt;It definitely owns all other genres. Other than alt. that's a different story. (lolwut?)&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone feels that way. Like seriously man, we have everything in the world, who are we to breakdown? When our hearts are full, we actually need much less, all the material things in the world will never truly satisfy our hearts. Humans suck because we are horrible creatures and each and every one of you knows that in some way, you are a fucking terrible person. I can be honest enough to say that I really.... uh. You know what? Nevermind.. heh heh. I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;OH, I THINK, I saw JayJay (How the fuck do you spell his name?) at ZhongHua! At the general office calling for a teacher or somethin. HAHA. I remembered that he wore dunks to school... Damn, and that nice girl from guitar (Rachel) added me on Facebook! This is good. I like my new guitar class, humans are nice (I know what I said just now, SHUT UP!!) And you know what I found out? The girl that wrote that song was like the great grandaughter of Fitzgerald. You know the person that wrote "The Great Gatsby" NO YOU EFF-TARD IT'S NOT THAT STUPID JAPANESE HAIR PRODUCT.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Li keeps worrying about her history test but I think she's going to do absolutely fine. I have faith in my nice nice pretty friend. I saw like a really hot guy today. But he was such a bastard. He was from Australian International. Asshole you know.  :-/ but he was so hot. Light almost blonde brown hair and dark blue eyes. Yummy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, Today, me and Theng Lee saw this girl from this school playing badminton and HOLY SHIT I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH HER LEGS. GOD DAMMIT. SHE HAD LIKE THE BLOODY NICEST LEGS EVA! (Not to mention, she was like really tall too) It was like the PERFECT size and it was like skinny but you know how usually skinny people's legs are all flab, HERS ARE LIKE NOT!! But she was like.. a guy. :-/ she spoke like a guy and her voice was really low and stuff. Damn, I want her legs.... :(&lt;br /&gt;Piano theory is fucked up. I don't get why the hell I have to do it. I mean, like, playing the piano is just ONE thing. I went to learn how to play the piano not how to find the chord from the root and blah blah blah. Grade 7 practical and Grade 5 theory, epic fail or what? And i've been learning for 7 years and I have never taken a piano theory exam ever. I skipped three piano grades... yeah... I skipped 3, 4 and 6. Teehee! Okay. this is getting pretty damn ego. But, I don't really like those classical pieces that change key like halfway during the song. Okay, you know what? I don't think you'll get me and this post is getting way too long.&lt;br /&gt;My school's DM blog hops, I typed blog shops HAHAHAHHAA WTF. Yeah, she must be smart, but I'm not gonna bother to like put my blog on private because I don't really care.  :-/ It's like WE pay to go to school and WE pay the teachers. We can blog about them if we want to. And like I don't think they'll waste their time reading my blog anyways, so how will they read all the "hurtful things"? And besides, ya'll don't even know my school! TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Good fight. (I love celebrity death match. Twenty thumbs up.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4271502431247804179?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4271502431247804179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4271502431247804179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4271502431247804179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4271502431247804179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-me-and-bourgeoisie.html' title='You, Me and the Bourgeoisie.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8355158838026241110</id><published>2010-02-21T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:36:11.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These hands could create better things.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about everything lately and I'm thinking about you. And you know what? I can honestly say that I am your best friend becasue I know everything about you and I still put up with all your nonsense. And stop saying that no one cares about you because you know what? You push aside everyone who ever has cared because you're so stuck up and selfish. And not to mention spoiled. Everything has to go your way or else you get pissed and I mean, what can I do about that? You're someone I can never stand but you know what? I do.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you say no one cares, I won't. The next time you want things done your way, I'll make it so that it doesn't. And the next time I hear you say you don't have good friends, I won't be yours anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for a change, I don't think I should be all that nice anymore. It's time I get things done my way isn't it? It won't bother me if we don't talk, it would bother me if we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8355158838026241110?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8355158838026241110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8355158838026241110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8355158838026241110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8355158838026241110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-hands-could-create-better-things.html' title='These hands could create better things.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1725231092439679024</id><published>2010-02-19T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T05:30:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god you're not in SSPLOA.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. So.... I got 19/21 for my science test. I know I cheated for one question but screw it, the question I copied wasn't even right in the end anyways. :&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A NEW GROUP WITH NICOLE AND MARY!&lt;br /&gt;It's called Super Secret Promise Land Of Aleigons. Yes, I know the last word is spelled wrongly. It's meant to be that way. Hahaha, There are four members in it. One member still doesn't know he's in the group. HAHAHAHA. Lame la. Thanks to lessons like Geog and Science, I can think of all this kind of bullshit. AND OH MY GOD. MS LEE WAS LIKE A FUNNY BITCH TODAY LA. She was like "WHERE ARE YOUR SENSES!" Then everyone's face was like : "epic fail bitch" HAHA, Then she told ethel, "Ethel come here, I will talk to you softly." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new brain that's good in math and science. Sighz. I got like really low for my math test.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Coach yelled at me yesterday because I sucked balls at competition. Yeah.. I was really sad and stuff because hong li lost because of me. DOUBLES IS HARDER THAN SINGLES OKAY. Grrr. :-/ Fuck man, I still feel damn bad. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX WAS IN SINGAPORE. OH MY EFFIN GAWD. I bet he looked sexy. I need him in my room. ;) teehee!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALEX. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1725231092439679024?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1725231092439679024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1725231092439679024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1725231092439679024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1725231092439679024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-god-youre-not-in-ssploa.html' title='Thank god you&apos;re not in SSPLOA.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5490450656562603487</id><published>2010-02-16T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:10:54.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a day just like any other.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun day today but before that.. I think you should all know that my sister cut my hair and now it looks like shit. Yeah. Why did I let her cut my hair? Because she said she could and I needed to trim it. My mistake....  :(&lt;br /&gt;Talking to someone about Valentines. And how his was so great and that his valentine is over in Singapore. Oh! BTW, My valentine was NicNic. Like a few hours before Valentine's day ended. Epic or what? My first valentine! Was a girl.. oh my god. Ew. no offence to nicole.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Nicole and Mary today, oh my god I love them, hahaha! Okay, I'm going to start using LOL, because I think it's irritating when someone over-uses it. Okay here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to like orchad and like LOL, I saw this damn hot guy and I was like LOL. And like he was LOL, but he was like really really cute! And blonde. lol... YEAH, And he was with his ugly girl. LOL. Okay, it's not working. I need lessons on how to use LOL. Anyone wanna teach me?  :P&lt;br /&gt;Okay... SO YEAH, We saw hot guys.. ate alot.. mmhmm! And I had a green tea frapp. Epic. Unlike my bloody hair. OH I DID A WHITNEY PORT HAIRSTYLE. If you are my classmate, you'll get to see it tomorrow!! :D okie. Goodbye my friendz. LATER.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5490450656562603487?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5490450656562603487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5490450656562603487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5490450656562603487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5490450656562603487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-day-just-like-any-other.html' title='Today was a day just like any other.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8688890883155388126</id><published>2010-02-14T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:01:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>Dear you, I've got a letter I would like to give you.&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't mean much, but it's something I want you to see.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be next to me, is what I really need.&lt;br /&gt;Because without you I wouldn't be living in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the moon and the stars, the sea or the shore,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll know that you're worth so much more.&lt;br /&gt;When you mean every word you say with each breath you take,&lt;br /&gt;Loving you can be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're here, you take all my fears away,&lt;br /&gt;We won't care about what people say.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what our love is about.&lt;br /&gt;Alex, you're something that I can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you tight, that's all I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not your valentine and I will never be your valentine.... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This is to everyone who actually do have valentines and are not losers that write songs about boys they can't be with. Doesn't mean I do it (LIE).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you guys had an awesome day with your loved one or with yourself and your New Year's money! (Like me....)&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourself out tonight. ;) go jack off to pictures of the people you like. Haha, I joke I joke.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight you sexy sexy person reading my blog! (LIE). I joke somemore... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8688890883155388126?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8688890883155388126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8688890883155388126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8688890883155388126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8688890883155388126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1394029893452581646</id><published>2010-02-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:07:29.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mega mega megalomanic</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, SO....&lt;br /&gt;okay, to the person who i'm what fighting with? You're fighting with yourself. Do you see me being mean to you? No. -_-&lt;br /&gt;So like seriously, write about me more la.. As if I care like that right? Write somemore, it will just prove to everyone how much of a loser you are. That you have to keep fighting for yourself to prove that you're "right" *TEEHH* (buzz sound effect). I don't give a shit. So just keep writing what you're writing yeah? I wanna see it.  ;) teehee!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR AND VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;I won like 52 buckeroos gambling la! COOL OR WHAT? I gave my sister 16 bucks.  :) What a nice person I am. (PROVES THAT I'M NOT MEAN YOU DOUCHEBAG!)&lt;br /&gt;Okie.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1394029893452581646?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1394029893452581646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1394029893452581646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1394029893452581646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1394029893452581646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/mega-mega-megalomanic.html' title='mega mega megalomanic'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5623670658292526612</id><published>2010-02-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:20:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you fall everyone stands.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! So it's chinese new year. THAT MEANS MONEY MONEY MONEY! If you're not chinese then.... too bad la. But you will money by working la. TEEHEE!  :D I like to freeload. BECAUSE IT'S FREE. Duh. The best things in life are free. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be valentines day tomorrow and I don't have a valentine. I'm too young. Sheeh ya'll. TWAS A DREAM! OOOOH, I CAN ASK ALEX. But he won't reply me.  :( Especially if I tweet him. He has Lisa anyways.  D: GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;I have dinner like later downstairs at my place. DRIVE PASS MY HOUSE AND HONK! I'LL WAVE TO YOU!!  :D It's like with the whole building. And I really don't like some of my relatives because they keep telling me about how i'm so fat. C'mon man, I have BIG BONES. You know, It's something you have.... And the reason why it's harder for me to grow tall is because I HAVE A BLOODY CURVED SPINE!! And anyways, you're like fatter than me. I have muscles. (too much..  D: ) And like, you're old. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ANYWAYS. Damn, I'm wearing this thing that makes me sit up right and it makes my back sore. And you know you can watch every channel on your TV now?! I'm like fucking O.D.-ing on E entertainment and Fox and Discovery Home And Health. Some of you think it's gay to watch discovery home and health but it's cute okay! You see all the bloody cute tiny little sam embery looking babies and like BOOM, the cuteness kills you. Ahhh, babies. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everything's not okay. I'm just being nice. Because I'm a relatively nice person. So don't think there's nothing wrong. THERE IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Kardashians just now. Drama man. Kim is like the prettiest but she's like 157cm. That's like fucking short. It's my height.  :-/ I don't feel so short no more.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Jill yesterday, she was pissed off at someone who never showed up.... But yeah la, WE SAW SO MANY HOT GUYS OKAY? I LIKE THE ONE WE SAW WHEN WE WERE GOING DOWNSTAIRS! SO CUTE. Brit boy. damn. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I spilled milk on my black shirt. Epic fail or what?  -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5623670658292526612?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5623670658292526612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5623670658292526612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5623670658292526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5623670658292526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-fall-everyone-stands.html' title='When you fall everyone stands.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5627403699483417842</id><published>2010-02-09T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:23:27.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid raindrops keep falling on my head.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, well.... I'm sick. Not sick. Pretty damn effing sick. So I am not in school and I am resting my already damaged body at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since everyone knows about it, all I have to say is. I don't care. Seriously! C'mon, I even stopped blogging about you. I practice what I preach. And the reason why I'm backing down is not because I think I'm wrong. Well, on certain levels, yes I am but mostly, you are. And I know it, Hong Li knows it, the rest of the team knows it. We don't have to prove anything to anyone. Go on and tell them the story, I'm sure with most of the "boring" things you leave out, they'll have a hell of a time listening to it. And if you heard about it and think I'm a bitch, TAG ME! Tell me how much of an angel she is and about how i'm going to hell blah blah blah. I need tags anyways. :D oh, and thanks for bitching about us yesterday, I'm very very gald that I'm such an awful person, that awful till you make me/us the topic of every one of your disscusions. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I feel sick. I have to go for that spine check up shit later. Unlucky or what? Bloody hell. I'm sick somemore. :-/&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. Pfft. Hmpppfff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself now because I think it's damn funny how my voice sounds like a boy that's going through puberty and how it cracks everytime I talk. Hahaha, Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// Byebye Nach.  :( Have fun in Bangkok and Aussie land! Claim your awesome treat when you come back, haha!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5627403699483417842?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5627403699483417842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5627403699483417842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5627403699483417842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5627403699483417842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/acid-raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Acid raindrops keep falling on my head.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7197065289259961325</id><published>2010-02-09T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:11:01.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF.</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. MY BLOODY GUITAR STRING JUST BLOODY SNAPPED. I gotta go all the way to god knows where to go and restring everything. I'm just gonna restring everything. BLOODY HELL. WASTE MY MONEY LA. WHY THE BLOODY STRING SO FAST SNAP ONE? I WAS JUST BLOODY TUNING IT ONLY LA! GRRRR! Stupid strings. I don't like you. It's not the old classical one leh, IT'S THE BLOODY NEW BLACK ACOUSTIC ONE. NEW. I REPEAT. NEW. Who wants to follow me go re-string? Pftt, I shall just force Jill to follow me after school on friday.  :D Teehee! 50 Bucks enough to re-string right? I hope so man. Nevermind, I'll ask from my mom. HEH HEH.  ;)I hope I can change the colour of the strings. That'd be cool. Grr. I don't even know where to restring la bloody hell. Juno! BLAME YOUR BLOODY LOUSY STRINGS. I am so pissed off la. GRRRRRRRR. GRRRRRRRR. Damn, all the grr-ing makes me sound like a dog. NO LORH. THE STRING IS A BLOODY DOG. ARGH. ARGH. Crocodiles are fun fun creatures of the wild water. Oh my god, that sounds like Steve Irwin. Damn, he's dead. I remember he died on the 5 september.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn irritating how everyone knows about this bloody small matter la. Lame.  -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7197065289259961325?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7197065289259961325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7197065289259961325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7197065289259961325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7197065289259961325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED OFF.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8035573072363512508</id><published>2010-02-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:57:30.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Something.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Guess what? I had the lamest thought and I did the lamest thing ever. I went to my iPod and googled Porn and I tried clicking on the website and guess what? They were all blocked. Lame or what? Pfft, you know you can't find porn in my house now.  :) And my sister was making a big fuss outta it. C'mon la, it's just a joke, not like I'll go and watch it right? I'm a bloody girl, I can look at myself.  :-/ Duh?&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with the stupid incident. GUESS WHAT? I have the Def Leppard album! It has 34 songs! I FEEL LIKE I'M NOT HEAVEN. not really. I'm bloody sick. I feel like shit and I have to play against AMK tomorrow. How shitty is that?&lt;br /&gt;POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME.... Epic song.&lt;br /&gt;I found out Patrick's full name. Damn cute la.  "Patrick Vaughn Stump" SO CUTE LA. VAUGHN. TEEHEE! HE LOST ALOT OF WEIGHT YOU KNOW? Damn sexy now. He's not chubby no more.  D: Still cute none the less.  :)&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I WAS AT CHILIS YESTERDAY AND THERE WAS THIS SUPER CUTE GUY WITH BLONDE HAIR AND A THICK BRITISH ACCENT. SOOOOOO CUTE. And his hair wasn't like normal blonde, NO. It was PLATIUM BLONDE. Naturally! So cute la! Green eyes. Perfect. And he was about my age. Teehee!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard.  \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8035573072363512508?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8035573072363512508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8035573072363512508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8035573072363512508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8035573072363512508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-was-something.html' title='That Was Something.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4612649223788916506</id><published>2010-02-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:36:19.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Alex.</title><content type='html'>You’re the reason why my fingers hit the keys,&lt;br /&gt;The reason why my fingers strum the strings.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435370905187994306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S25RClo5SsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wgBobv7Erx4/s320/Alex25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4612649223788916506?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4612649223788916506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4612649223788916506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4612649223788916506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4612649223788916506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-alex.html' title='Dear Alex.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S25RClo5SsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wgBobv7Erx4/s72-c/Alex25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5955253178595306245</id><published>2010-02-06T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:04:44.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed your skin when you were east.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! Great day... cept for something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Ayeesha! OMG. I MISS HER SO MUCH MAN. I haven't seen her since like Primary 4 and that is like a DAMN long time ago! We used to be like bloody best friends la! WITH HER TWIN SISTER TOO. OMGOMG. And guess what? My throat is probably bleeding now because yesterday, I was screaming throughout this whole movie. Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging. WHY? HELLO? Perfect Snogging. THE BLOODY GIRLS ARE GETTING PAID TO KISS HOT GUYS. And for your information, the girls aren't like MODEL pretty. They are in some ways but not like WOAH. So yeah! IT IS BLOODY UNFAIR! I want in! Singapore should make the asian version with asian girls but with brit guys. TEEHEE! I'm 14! I CAN BLOODY ACT. I WILL AUDITION. Or, Nicole Hofbauer can join and introduce me to the guys. HAHA. Damn, I screamed everytime ANY GIRL kissed a guy. Then my mom came in a hit me with my pencilcase and told me to keep quiet. I still make a re-make of this movie myself! It'll be called "Jacqueline Booty Shorts and More perfect than perfect FRENCH kissing"&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE! I bet no one will watch it.  :-/ That was so lame.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. GUESS WHAT? I REALIZED THAT MY PREDICTIONS WERE CORRECT! While you guys probably know I like the guy in the wheelchair in the show Glee? Archie. Yeah, while reading the end credits, I REALIZED THAT I KNEW HIM!! From this lame band I used to listen to! NLT. They were like all backstreet boy and shit but he was SO CUTE. AND HE LOOKS EVEN CUTER WITH GLASSES! Oh my god. I love guys with glasses and damn nice eyes. I think it's damn cute. While waiting for the bloody picture uploader to open, I shall say random things. (Martini, Hotdog, Your mom, Thrust, Raygun, Glue, Toenail, Phonebill, Alex Gaskarth, Man-whore, Teeth, Mole, Wrinkles, Chemical, Drugs, Cat, Loser, Sexy, Wrist, Heart, Kleenex) WHY THE FUCK WON'T THE PICTURE THING LOAD?! You know what? Forget it. Go watch Glee. He's pretty obvious. See the dude in the wheelchair? Yeah, that's him. Cute right? He sings like a bloody angel. (L) But Alex sings like a sexy angel. heh heh. The other dude is pretty cute too. Cory Monteith... He can sing. Well. Alex can sing well-er.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the weird abrupt ending.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and make it sound as if we're all to blame, at least we ourselves know that we're NOT at fault. Pffffttt!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, teehee!&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT! I love you! I love my last post. Alex looks so sexy with his cute smile and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5955253178595306245?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5955253178595306245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5955253178595306245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5955253178595306245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5955253178595306245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-missed-your-skin-when-you-were-east.html' title='I missed your skin when you were east.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4816542081017758639</id><published>2010-02-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:15:10.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Alex..... Sincerely me.</title><content type='html'>Dear Alex, I've got a letter I would like to send.&lt;br /&gt;It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the ends.&lt;br /&gt;But, should I trust this dialect, to convey the right effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alex, I've got some things I'd like to set in pen.&lt;br /&gt;I would have used a pencil, but lead's just not permanent.&lt;br /&gt;Should I trust my printers ink, to express the things I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every page I tried my best to think of something to contest with.&lt;br /&gt;Inside jokes and other folks who've got much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alex, this envelope will represent my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll seal it, send it off, and wish it luck with it's depart.&lt;br /&gt;This stamp will be every action that carry my affection,&lt;br /&gt;Across the air and land and sea.&lt;br /&gt;Should I trust the postage due?&lt;br /&gt;To deliver my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you all I can, flower and a hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps you see.&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434762620739548050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S2wnzxfAc5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WC_MEO3wjUM/s320/Alex40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4816542081017758639?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4816542081017758639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4816542081017758639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4816542081017758639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4816542081017758639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-alex-sincerely-me.html' title='Dear Alex..... Sincerely me.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S2wnzxfAc5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WC_MEO3wjUM/s72-c/Alex40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8087259339297233328</id><published>2010-02-04T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:46:08.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me, I dare you.</title><content type='html'>We lost today's match overall but I must say everyone tried their best except for someone. I seriously cannot stand you. The fact that you find fault in everyone but yourself, face it, that you're the worst out of all of us. I know we're in a team together but you've crossed the line and you are no longer my friend. You bitch about us after you lose a game? Claiming that we never cheered for you? You know I was the one shouting your name telling you that you could do it even though you pissed me off so much? I bet you didn't know that. You assume. And it gets you no where. And saying that Hong Li and I are like arrogant because we smiled when we won? Is that wrong? Were you expecting us to cry? Like are you fucking retarded? And you said that we neglected you again. Why can't you fucking realize that you are the one that's causing us to neglect you? When like you're feeling sad or whatever and someone asks you "are you pissed?" You shout at them or give them a bloody black face or show them attitude. You think if we did that, that you'd still wanna be our friends? And honestly, how many times have we bloody forgave you? I think telling you all this bullshit you hardly even want to hear is like damn bad and it hurts you and shit like that, but you.... You let the whole sec 2 team down to the point where they cannot be bothered. And if you're going to carry on not training hard and stuff, you know what will happen to you in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're just an enemy that doesn't have the guts to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8087259339297233328?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8087259339297233328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8087259339297233328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8087259339297233328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8087259339297233328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/kill-me-i-dare-you.html' title='Kill me, I dare you.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8393653872631752756</id><published>2010-02-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:36:58.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the spearmint flavour in my gum.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Generally happy day today, but Jill didn't come to school. FLU GAL. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways, note to some people. cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;So close to hating you. Happy right? You wouldn't want to be friends with bitches anyways huh?  :D&lt;br /&gt;And another person, don't kill yourself while living your life, I've already seen you go through enough and all the bullshit you're doing is hurting everyone and now they're hurting you back. Stop acting like that if you want people to actually be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! DONE WITH THE SAD STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GONNA KILL HIHS TOMORROW.  (i hope la) I really hope that like I smash the girl then she try to take then her ankle sprain but then her reserve not there. THAT WILL BE GOD'S MESSAGE TO ME THAT I AM A LUCKY GIRL AND THAT WE'LL WIN! But that will never hapen la. hahaha. So mean. But the coach looks like a habbo hotel character you know?!?! I was the umpire that day then I was looking at him, REALLY. But his legs have alot of dots. Yucls.  :-/  No offence to anyone from there la. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;And today I wrote a song for Joey because she was late. And it was damn funny, but I forgot the lyrics.  -_-  I hope that god will suddenly like shine a bright light on my opponent to blind her and let me and hong li win.  :) Then god will be a great great man. He's already great but he'll be greatER. hahahaha. Damn damn damn, my back is aching ALOT man. I feel like shit! It's damn painful when I sit up straight or even sit normally. I THINK I NEED TO LIKE CUT MY SPINE. IT'S REALLY DAMN PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating strawberries now yum yum!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. I hear that you haz a hotdog, is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes, I do haz a hotdog."  :D *cock-eyed smile*&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE AIR BFFFFFFF. teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8393653872631752756?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8393653872631752756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8393653872631752756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8393653872631752756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8393653872631752756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-spearmint-flavour-in-my-gum.html' title='You&apos;re the spearmint flavour in my gum.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5030630810374915737</id><published>2010-01-31T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:30:31.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm saving money, wanna donate to my funds?</title><content type='html'>Hey there little chaps! And woah does that sound english.&lt;br /&gt;I want a boyfriend like Forrest Kline. :( He's so sweet to his girlfriend and he writes like every freaking song he has about her and she's pretty and she's always in his videos. And how do I know that? Because he included her name in his song. Someone should write me a song, but then again... I'm not a very interesting person am I? Sigh.... Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the donating money thing, IT'S SERIOUS OKAY! I figured I should save money so I can buy more shit every once in awhile rather than wait for every chinese new year. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I have 35 buckeroos saved up now. When I get a hundred, I'm gonna buy useless things. :)&lt;br /&gt;My godma got me the fulls season 2 of Gossip Girl. I'm inviting people to watch it with me from season 1 all the way till the end of two. Heh heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For my baby, Andrew"&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a boyfriend. :-/ It's my piano, idiots! ESPECIALLY TO SOMEONE WHO BOTHERED ME ON MSN. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5030630810374915737?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5030630810374915737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5030630810374915737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5030630810374915737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5030630810374915737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-saving-money-wanna-donate-to-my.html' title='I&apos;m saving money, wanna donate to my funds?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6616269311781442119</id><published>2010-01-31T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:23:08.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up you're a drama queen.</title><content type='html'>I just read someone's blog. And if that SOMEONE knows that you're that SOMEONE (okay, confusing) Then here's to you.&lt;br /&gt;I DID read the conversation, as a matter of fact, I have the conversation. And guess what? I still think what you said wasn't right. If you think you're gonna end up like Hillary then why the hell did you make yourself this way? Look at how many times everyone has forgave you let alone me? You think that you're the only one getting hurt all the time. But like seriously, why should we keep forgiving you if you're just going to do it over and over again? As if it hasn't happened before. We are a team and that's why we're not like worsen-ing the situation. And stop telling us our flaws. We fucking get it. And also, stop trying to tell us to tell you all your flaws because we both know that you cannot handle it and that you'll start freaking over it. And you complain about things like oh, who's my partner and shit. Just choose one! Like seriously, settle your bloody problems with Jill. Don't come and tell us bullshit we could care less about because at the end of the day, i'm doubles with Hong Li and you're STILL going to have to choose. If you think that Jill or Amanda has so many flaws or like problems during badminton then look at yourself. Have you ever thought that maybe you've done some things that would've made them pissed at you? I'm not saying you're to blame or whatever but no one is entirely right in this situation. The whole point of this bloody meaningless post is not to piss you off but to tell you why everything is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6616269311781442119?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6616269311781442119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6616269311781442119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6616269311781442119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6616269311781442119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-still-think-youre-wrong.html' title='Wake up you&apos;re a drama queen.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8873375940348040166</id><published>2010-01-30T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:04:25.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy jeepers!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I am like extremely pissed off! I lost my fucking wallet! Not my current camera one but the old one! WITH ALL MY MEMBERSHIP CARDS IN THEM. And NO, it is not like fo arcades and stuff, it's things like my NIKE CARD. AND MY OLD DAMN CUTE EZ-LINK CARD. WTF MAN! BEST PICTURE EVER TAKEN OF ME PLEASE! DAMN PISSED OFF LA! AND WHO THE FUCK MISPLACED IT?! MY OLD MAID, THE ONE THAT FUCKING LEFT SINGAPORE BEFORE SHE FOUND IT! STUPID FUCKER SIA! DAMN PISSED OFF! FML.&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE COMES TO MY HOUSE AND HELPS ME FIND IT I SWEAR I'LL BE FUCKING HAPPY AND I'LL BUY YOU STUFF. I AM SO PISSED OFF. i want all my fucking memebership cards back! ASSHOLE WHO KEPT MY WALLET, YOU BETTER FUCKING FIND IT!!!!!! damn pissed la. I'm so sad.  D: I want it back! NOW!!! NAOOOO! I'm gonna go cut myself now. TaTa.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8873375940348040166?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8873375940348040166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8873375940348040166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8873375940348040166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8873375940348040166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-jeepers.html' title='Holy jeepers!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-9010188660520310772</id><published>2010-01-30T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:50:57.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammers and Strings.</title><content type='html'>For my baby Andrew.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hammers and strings, Been following me around.&lt;br /&gt;From a box-filled garage, To the dark punk rock clubs, Of one thousand American towns.&lt;br /&gt;And my friend calls me up, She says, "How have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Dear I've been well, Yeah the money's come in.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you like hell, I still hear you in this old piano.&lt;br /&gt;She says "Andy, I know, That we don't talk as much.&lt;br /&gt;But I still hear your ghost, In these old punk rock clubs.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, write me a song, Give me something to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Just promise you won't let it be, Just the keys that you touch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in, A breath from the breathing.&lt;br /&gt;So write it down, I don't think that I'll close my eyes'.&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately I'm not dreaming, So what's the point in sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;It's just that at night,I've got nowhere to hide.&lt;br /&gt;So I write you a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-9010188660520310772?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/9010188660520310772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=9010188660520310772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9010188660520310772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9010188660520310772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/hammers-and-strings.html' title='Hammers and Strings.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3576385330411584849</id><published>2010-01-30T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:52:28.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll write you a song.</title><content type='html'>Hello everymeow! I decided to write a fun post because well, my blog is dying.  So yay! SO I HAD GUITAR CLASS AND WELL MY FRIEND GAVE ME AN IDEA TO WRITE A PARODY OF THE SONG THE MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED AND WHY THE HELL AM I TYPING IN CAPS?  :D&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner,where I first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick you in the ass and tell you to bloody move.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you blocked the road and you made me late,&lt;br /&gt;Did you know my dentist appointment was supposed to be at eight?&lt;br /&gt;Some tried to give you money, but they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bastard who almost broke my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move you away, cause what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;You also broke my watch, am I supposed to respect you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe one day you'll wake up and find that you're damn gulity,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd wanna say sorry for the shit you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe I'll go back there to the place where you sit,&lt;br /&gt;But i'll tell you in your face that you're a bloody effing twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I can think of. Give me ideas! :D I wrote that in 5 minutes. HAHA, SO FUN!  TEEHEE! Okay, I had home econs reccently AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M THE HOME ECONS MONINTOR (is it TER or TOR?) LA. WTF IS THIS?! I think I hate it and most and I'M the monintor?! SHE ALSO THINK SHE'S DAMN COOL CAUSE SHE CALLS ME JACK. LIKE WTF MAN. Then she'll be like "GURLS. GO PREPARE THE PEPPELS. THENS I WILL HELPS YOU CHOPP THE PEPPELS UP IN MY GRINDER!"  And she acts as if she can cook damn well la! LIKE SHIT. OH MY GOD AND I HATE MY GEOG TEACHER. FULL OF SHIT MAN SHE!&lt;br /&gt;I was like drawing a keyboard in class in my sketchbook, then she was like "Stop drawing!" Then I took my sketch book and threw it on the table then she looked through it then she took my FOOLSCAP PAPER. AND CLAIMS THAT I SOMEHOW MAGICALLY WAS ABLE TO WRITE SOMETHING IN MY FOOLSCAP PAPER WHILE I DRAWING IN MY SKETCHBOOK, AFTER SHE SAW ME DRAW. -_- Fucking idiot. Then she was like "GIRLS, STOP ALL YOUR NAUGHTY ACTS!" then Mary started laughing DAMN LOUDLY. HAHAHA. Then she was like "It's not a joke!" Then mary was gave the "if it weren't meant to be a joke, would it be so funny" kinda face. HAHAHA. Then she said she knows that all of us didn't hand up our work. Then mary shouted "NO LA." Then she went to check and mary was right! HA, BLOODY BITCH! You're seriously the reason why we're all failing geog la you. Go watch your stupid news or something.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY IS HELL IS MAKSIM STILL MARRIED?!  D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3576385330411584849?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3576385330411584849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3576385330411584849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3576385330411584849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3576385330411584849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-write-you-song.html' title='I&apos;ll write you a song.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2742550098574737491</id><published>2010-01-29T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:48:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to drop.</title><content type='html'>Today I felt so bad. Like at the prata house I freaking shouted and I got like a major stare down from the seniors. Like argh, first things first, I HATE it when people take photos of me. Even if the photo is DAMN nice, I still fucking hate taking photos. It's like if you take a fucking gross photo of me, at least don't show me then when I have a major reaction you like diss me. It's like punching someone in the face for no reason and then like scolding them for like getting pissed. And I need like anger management and I also have a attitude problem. So yeah, if the seniors are reading this, okay, i'm really sorry but stop taking photos of me. That was serious.&lt;br /&gt;And like argh, I'm really not joking anymore when I say I need someone to teach me how to control my anger. It's like I got pissed today because someone threw my eraser on the table. Like, it's not a very valid reason to get like damn pissed off at. And I mean, okay, if you're my close friend, you'd understand this but it's like I think even like a goodest of like good friends only know like at most 65% of who I really am about like everything that goes on in my life and I think the only person that knows me damn well is someone that isn't even here anymore. Like I'm different when I want to be different. It's like if I go all quiet, people think I've like turned into some freak. But like honestly, the only reason why I don't like to be silent all the time is because silence screams the truth and I cannot stand it. It tells me that I'm actually just better off without anyone with me. That I shouldn't even have friends because I'm hardly worth their time and I'm wasting it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is going to be quite shocking to my piano teacher, definitely.But the only time I don't feel pissed at all is when my hands touchs a keyboard. When I play the piano, I feel like I don't even need to like care about anyone anymore because I can just spend the whole day playing it. I mean to people who don't like music, it may be weird and shit but like yeah. I DO practice, just NOT the songs I am required to because I don't like them. And I bet my piano teacher doesn't even know I can actually play Mozart and Chopin pieces from that bloody thick book that I bought MYSELF to learn. And I'm not saying like that i'm damn good or whatever, I'm just saying that I love playing what I play, even the guitar, although I do like piano more, but it's still fun and I enjoy it. And like if you DON'T know me well, SOME OF YOU DON'T LA PLEASE just seriously stop making false accusations about my personality that you probably don't even know half of.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, after talking to jill, I feel that I'm more dissapointed in myself then anyone else. I am no god and I am at no right to judge them what-so-ever. I am dissapointed in myself, that after awhile, I've turned out be such a bloody screwed up kid. I hate myself more than I hate anyone and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;My life has just become a boring pop song and everyone is singing along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2742550098574737491?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2742550098574737491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2742550098574737491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2742550098574737491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2742550098574737491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-ready-to-drop.html' title='I&apos;m ready to drop.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7514967538237417533</id><published>2010-01-28T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:00:27.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You obviously dissapointed me.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. So today is a damn disspointing day for me.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I swear everyone I have ever liked is either married or like in a relationship? Why can't I like people that are NOT together with someone else?! LIKE MAKSIM. YOU'RE MARRIED?! WHY?! TO ANNA? WHO'S SHE?!?!?! OH, APPARENTLY YOUR CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART. NOT SWEET AT ALL WHEN YOU ABANDON ME LIKE THAT!!! D: dammit and Alex has Lisa... EVEN THE PERSON I REGARD AS A "GOD" IS MARRIED. GOD-DAMMIT. So dissapointing. But on a serious note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously never knew you were the kind of person to like bitch about everyone. Okay, I admit that we all have flaws, even you do but seriously, do you have to be such a bloody asshole about it? And what's with the whole neglecting you thing? It may be because of some other stuff, but like dude, just because we talk to our CLOSE friends more, doesn't mean we're bloody neglecting you. Like you wouldn't want us to bitch about you right? Always saying sutff like oh you'll be hurt and crap. Then have you ever thought about any of our feelings? You know everyone is damn pissed with you now? Honestly do you think that bitching about all of us would help you? It'll make you friendless, and no matter how hurt you feel, do you think anyone will care? Like after what you did, I think they're just gonna like laugh or something. Too get this through to your head, I am not pissed at you at all. I am like fucking dissapointed that you'd turn out to be like that. Knock yourself out bitching about us. I could care less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7514967538237417533?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7514967538237417533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7514967538237417533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7514967538237417533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7514967538237417533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-obviously-dissapointed-me.html' title='You obviously dissapointed me.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2643860901264435936</id><published>2010-01-27T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:53:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like you, you like me, if I had Alex, I'd be bloody happy.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I'm really pissed trying to figure out how to download the stupid fucking *FREE* tour pack shit. Dammit. Anyone has it?? Please send me the songs because OBVIOUSLY my computer is just a piece of shit metal stuck together. Or you can buy me a new computer, either one is fine by me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today was like the competition against St. Margs. Oh my god. No offence if you're from that school but the badminton coach was like full of shit. STAND AT THE SIDE AND TALK TO THE PLAYERS PLAYING LEH. CANNOT ONE LORH. And still nag like shit! Yi Ning lost, but she's still damn good la. :D *THREE CHEERS FOR YOU!!!* :D That girl was fat, that's why she won you. Because you're thinner. EAT MORE. :) Everyone else won. HAHA, IN YOUR FACE COACH. Then he walk also like limping like that. -_- wtf. I'm damn scared to play against RGS, but heck, i'll try my very bestest and I'm damn sure Hong Li will too!&lt;br /&gt;This dude on facebook can play the piano really well, I wanna play like him. I WANNA LEARN FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLE BEE GOD DAMMIT. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S GRADE 8. I'M A FUCKING 7! GIMMIE THE GOD-DAMN SCORE! urgh. That's how much I want to play it. D:&lt;br /&gt;Like I fucking love Maksim Mrvica. He's the first pianist I would bang. second would be Andrew, I am sorry. Even though you are like a god to me Andrew BUT, Maksim ISN'T MARRIED! :( Plus! If Maksim's fingers can move so fast and like they're so damn strong, imagine what he can do.... :) heh heh. I'm not gross you know, I mean like seriously come on la. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;MAKSIM IS MINE. GO AWAY. He might not be that hot but heck, he has hella sexy arms. ;) SO I CHOPE HIM. GO AWAY! D: PLUS, I HAVE HIS CD. HA! I BET YOU MOFOs DON'T! WAKAKAKA! I FEEL SO POWERFUL! :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall make a list of the top ten people I wanna bang. :D No paticular order. Cept the first one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;1. Alexander Gaskarth.&lt;br /&gt;2. Caleb Turman.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sam Embery or Ben. Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;4. Gabe Saporta.&lt;br /&gt;5. Maksim.&lt;br /&gt;6. Andrew Mcmahon.&lt;br /&gt;7. Alex Turner.&lt;br /&gt;8. Amir.&lt;br /&gt;9. John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;10. Brendon Urie. (I'm sorry maria. heh heh heh.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, GO STALK THEM AND BUY THEM FOR ME. HAHA. YOU CAN JOIN IN IF YOU WANT! Unless you're gross and will like give us STDs. Then go away. :-/&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking "ew, gross person" YOU COULD NOT BE MORE correct. This is just a joke la seriously. :-/ BUT I REALLY WANNA BANG ALEX. THAT IS NOT A JOKE. I REPEAT. NOT A JOKE. haha. okay. doop. doop. dooop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2643860901264435936?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2643860901264435936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2643860901264435936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2643860901264435936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2643860901264435936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-twitter.html' title='I like you, you like me, if I had Alex, I&apos;d be bloody happy.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8646658325051893554</id><published>2010-01-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:50:50.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear that my love for you is deeper than the bloody abyss.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Like you. No not you, ALEX! heh heh! That was random.&lt;br /&gt;We had like the sec 2 training today. Damn awesome, I want more trainings like that, tapping coach was bloody fun! Especially the doubles with Hong Li! Hahaha, not to mention someone who was paired up with me and bloody miss everything and try to act cool by trying to snatch all my balls! HUH?! YOU HAPPY WE LOST?! *COUGH* hillary! *COUGH* Grrrr. Miss all the balls then look at me somemore. Wtf man. And coach has a new stalker! HER NAME RHYMES WITH DERMANDA! *COUGH* amanda! *COUGH* heh heh. Like seriously! She smiles whenever he's surfing the shuttles to her leh! And like still give a che-ko-peh smile leh! Like that ---&gt; ^^ Eeee. Hahaha, coach should watch out. :-/ AND THERE WAS THIS HOT GUY TRAINING AT YCK TOO. No wonder I couldn't lobe properly....  Then there was these few pingpong boys! SO CUTE AND SMALL AND ONE KEPT GIVING US THE CHE-KO-PEH FACE. HAHAHA.  Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to YCK, we saw Tiffany! KEKEKE! CUT SHORT HAIR AH. WAH. I bet you have a boyfriend. ;D Don't lie to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid home econs teacher made me late again. FOR THE SECOND TIME, WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT BRINGING TOMATOES TO SCHOOL. AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU FORCE YOUR CHILDREN TO DO BEFORE THEY SLEEP!!!! Today she still wanted to tell us stories about her children leh! WAH LAU. PLEASE LA. LOOK AT MY FACE, DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SHIT?! -_- &lt;---- my face during home econs.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SHE STILL FORCE US TO MAKE BLOODY DISGUSTING NASI LEMAK! WAH LAU! It's like damn gross la! The ingredients had like house flies all around them (FUCKING GROSS) and like SHE GAVE ME AND NICOLE A ROTTEN ONION. BITCH OR WHAT SIA?! STILL FORCE US TO TAKE TWO PORTIONS AND SAY THAT WE'RE DAMN SLOW. Crazy bitch! Of course we're slow la! Two fucking gross bowls of crap, HOW FAST CAN WE CUT IT??? I love alex, I put his picture in my file so when I open it, I can see his picture! Hahaha! Sounds so stalker-ish. SHUT UP. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE. :( Thomas dyed his hair. From blonde to brown. wtf. :( and bloody decided to get a girlfriend. FINE. FINE. FINE. I'm gonna make a shirt with Jill. Mine's gonna say "Team Gaskarth" And hers is gonna be "Team Barakat" HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TEAM GASKARTH PWNS ALL!!!!!!! BAHAHAHHAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8646658325051893554?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8646658325051893554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8646658325051893554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8646658325051893554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8646658325051893554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-swear-that-my-love-for-you-is-deeper.html' title='I swear that my love for you is deeper than the bloody abyss.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-497201613936740653</id><published>2010-01-23T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:55:09.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought of something cool.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Heads up to people in 2/3!! I THOUGHT OF AN AWESOME QUOTE FOR OUR CLASS SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;"Your class sucks - Nothing Personal"&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, if ANYONE from any other class reads this, and uses it, I'll fuck you up. :-/ You know the stupid blogging thing on my iPod touch doesn't work?! IT WON'T LET ME BLOODY LOG IN! That's bad. And that sucks. My sister's doing a project. I feel like helping, but i'm afraid i'll screw up so too badz. Rachel Hong told me she talks to JB's like cousin or something. IF ALEX HAD A COUSIN THAT WAS LIKE THAT NICE TO TALK TO ME ALL THE TIME AND SHIT, I SWEAR, I'D MOVE TO BALTIMORE. Damn, I wish ATL came to Singapore, I'd die. But then i'd come back alive in time for their concert. (Duh)&lt;br /&gt;My ankle still sucks, it's like freakin wrapped with bandages. And it smells like chinese medicine and shit. Grosss. And like there's one part that looks yellow, like someone peed on it. -_- But, whatevs. As long as it heals in time, I'll be greatful. I swear when that small chinese lady was helping me like rub it and shit, it was one of the most painful moments of my life. AND THAT LADY WAS LIKE 2 TIMES SMALLER THAN ME. But she was like bloody strong! Like a freaking zombie! Or like superwoman! The small asian version! Damn. I was like Dude..... you're strong. :-/ then she was like yap yap yap chinese crap and I was like mmm.... *I don't understand you but i'll just nod and say okay*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pray that my ankle heals in time. I bet coach is gonna kill me. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so most of you know, I HATE Ke$ha. She sucks. She's a slut. Alex follows her on Twitter.  D: GO AWAY KESHA. GO TICK YOUR TOCKS. ALEX IS MINE. Her name is slut.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430211286695600930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S1v8ZQ7O4yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HQj6yZemODM/s320/Ke_ha_941411a-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, i feel proud. I edited this myself. WHEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-497201613936740653?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/497201613936740653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=497201613936740653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/497201613936740653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/497201613936740653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-of-something-cool.html' title='I thought of something cool.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S1v8ZQ7O4yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HQj6yZemODM/s72-c/Ke_ha_941411a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7434916219102900774</id><published>2010-01-23T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T06:47:13.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ankle looks fat now.</title><content type='html'>Done with the sad posts. I can't believe I cried. When coach asked me what happened. Shit. So weird. I never cry. Ew. Damn. Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE MY STUPID ANKLE HEALS IN TIME SO WE CAN BEAT BLOODY RGS!!! GRRR. Hong Li and I pwn n00bz. Heh heh. ;) Watch out bitchas.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, heard this FUCKING good cover of Toxic by BRIT! By VE. Woah my god. Pure awesomeness in a awesome box. Box? Wtf. They pwn noobz too. They pwn Paramore. Yes, they do. VE pwns paramore yes they do, we can kill RGS how bout you?! :D I hope no one from RGS reads this, they might throw their math books at me. :B&lt;br /&gt;I went for my new guitar class today. Much better. Although, I don't get to see white boy anymore.. :( But I have him on FB. and well... okay. Shouldn't say anything about him. :-/&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! The new class is fun and awesome and tis going to be awesome foreva. Ho ho hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;And sorry hong li for pissing you off just now. Wasn't feeling too good. (pretty obvious) -_- Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany  : HAHA. Thankew! I try I try.  ;D Heh heh. I don't wanna be a comedian la. I don't wanna be funny like ALL the time. Heh heh (LIE).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7434916219102900774?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7434916219102900774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7434916219102900774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7434916219102900774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7434916219102900774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-ankle-looks-fat-now.html' title='My ankle looks fat now.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-263931776350812626</id><published>2010-01-23T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T05:16:01.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr.</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to apologize to everyone in badminton who had to see me cry today. I repeat, I DO not cry. Not even at home. And well, today and yesterday was just shit for me on levels you guys would not understand. And well, to everyone, you guys should know that I don't cry. I think today was a first. I think you guys should know that I sprained my ankle today while playing doubles. And that my parents don't even care enough to understand how much the upcoming competition means to me. Thanks for understanding. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-263931776350812626?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/263931776350812626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=263931776350812626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/263931776350812626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/263931776350812626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/forget-about-me-its-what-i-deserve.html' title='Grrrr.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3596060985443952155</id><published>2010-01-22T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:59:48.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 5 degrees away from dying.</title><content type='html'>I think people like pissing me off when they can already tell that i'm in a fucking bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fucking horrible so whoever pissed me off today just killed my mood even more.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary fucking Wan. Seriously. I felt like fucking ripping your head apart. And no after insulting me, you STILL wanted to talk to me seriously. Would it fucking KILL you to like be nicer? OR LESS BITCHY? EVEN AFTER YOU ALREADY HAVE NO FUCKING FRIENDS? Or are you trying to live fast and die young? If you are, can you die faster?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck is my spine so badly curved? I am fucking 5 degrees away from it being like fucking screwed up. And NO, Victoria fucking Chua, You little asshole. Seriously. If you were older, i'd screw your life up. I came home wanting to like fucking rest and have a bloody nice dinner but NO. My mom just had to make it so much fucking worse. Telling me to fucking quit badminton cause it was bad for my back. Fucking stupid, then you put fucked up oil on my back that burned so fucking badly that my skin tore. All you could do is to tell me to fucking wash it off? What the fuck man, seriously. As if you didn't know my day was already bad enough. And you still kept blabbing on about shit I hardly even want to hear about, and you didn't care even when you knew I was tired of listening to your bullshit?AND YOU HAVE TO KEEP MENTIONING ABOUT DAD LEAVING. I KNOW HE IS FUCKING LEAVING AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW BADLY I DON'T FUCKING WANT HIM TO LEAVE. Then you told me I should said thank you. FOR WHAT? BURNING MY FUCKING BACK AND MAKING ME FEEL WORSE? Seriously, continue watching your fucking TV. You obviously like teachnology more than you like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3596060985443952155?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3596060985443952155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3596060985443952155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3596060985443952155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3596060985443952155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-5-degrees-away-from-dying.html' title='I&apos;m 5 degrees away from dying.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2654248150097896784</id><published>2010-01-20T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:47:52.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Rough Night.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. Omg, I love the AVP album. Awesome shit right there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a really bad day for me! *kinda*  Okay ONE. My home econs teacher a freaking mofo I tell you. Make us do all the shit for her. SHE SAID THE SINK CAN'T HAVE WATER. Uh HELLO? WHAT IS THE BLOODY THING USED FOR? Then I went to take the ketchup then like the stupid ketchup didn't wanna come out THEN MY FAULT LA. I SHAKE THE THING ALSO CANNOT. Then she said "Gur ah, I don't lye the way chu do tings." Then I'm like yeah... Okay. Then she tells me i'm a good girl. WTF. MAKE UP YOUR MIND.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's like her english damn epic fail la.&lt;br /&gt;It - RIT  (WTF MAN?!)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever - WHATEVL.&lt;br /&gt;Finger - FINGEL.&lt;br /&gt;Number - NUMBEL.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember on the first day of home econs, she was seriously full of crap. She started telling us about a girl bringing tomatoes to school. WHO THE HELL WOULD BRING A TOMATO TO SCHOOL. Then she said the kid's mom wanted her to bring it. AS A MOTHER, WOULD YOU BE THAT STUPID TO TELL YOUR BLOODY KID TO BRING A WHOLE TOMATO TO SCHOOL? FOR WHAT?! For vitamins says the teacher. VITAMIN THEN TAKE PILLS LA. WAH LAU. PILLS SO SMALL TOMATO SO BIG. The mother seriously needs to go back to school. And mind you the girl was a bloody sec 1 student.  -_- bloody stupid kid I tell you. Exam confirm fail. Speaking of sec 1s. You know what I think? I think that most of the sec ones this year are bloody screw ups. (Do not take offence if you are sec one this year. I said MOST. Not all) Like seriously la, alt of them have a bloody freaking attitude problem. And like they're not even nice. See our year? 1996? Awesome shit la I tell you. We're such nice people.  :) Especially those in badminton. Who helped to "entertain" the sec 4s while they waited? *me* HUH? They had a awesome time okay. And they cried because they were so touched by all the love I gave them.  :D I'm such a great junior. CLAP CLAP. So yeah la, I doubt we'll even be getting a farewell from our sec ones.  -_- ESPECIALLY A CERTAIN SOMEONE WHO TOLD THENG LEE THAT SHE MADE ALOT OF MISTAKES ON COURT. Coach said you can't run. HAHA, bloody bastard.  :D HOHOHOHO. KEKEKE. WAKAKAKA. okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2654248150097896784?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2654248150097896784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2654248150097896784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2654248150097896784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2654248150097896784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-rough-night.html' title='Damn Rough Night.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2669172454434752519</id><published>2010-01-19T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:54:13.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep and Meaningless.</title><content type='html'>Yeah you, I guess you had another direction. And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection. If you call me today, I'll say that I'm fine. But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice, It's just a lie. You knew what you had, You still walked away leaving me in this mess. My love for you is deep and meaningless. You, you knew what you were doing to me. And I, I guess I was too blind to see. Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad, But I'd do it again to relive what we had. Damn that's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2669172454434752519?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2669172454434752519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2669172454434752519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2669172454434752519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2669172454434752519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/deep-and-meaningless.html' title='Deep and Meaningless.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4823271284241810967</id><published>2010-01-19T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:35:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Love.</title><content type='html'>Luc writes nice songs. I love his songs. Good song writer, random guy.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;I am so depressed thinking about how I didn't go for the Cat Power concert. Not only did I want to go, I felt the need to go. And I didn't. That sucks major balls. I still like alex. I don't like teachno but I love Daft Punk. Is that weird? And I love Alphabeat. Digital Love is a nice song. And Alphabeat did a awesome cover of it.&lt;br /&gt;I like watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;I like Alex.&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws.&lt;br /&gt;You have more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;This is getting random.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4823271284241810967?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4823271284241810967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4823271284241810967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4823271284241810967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4823271284241810967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/digital-love.html' title='Digital Love.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-86694902145505667</id><published>2010-01-18T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:54:47.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight of the world, singing sorrow.</title><content type='html'>Telling to straight to your face isn't going to help much because no matter how tough you act, I know you're dying inside. Nobody is that strong. Face it. You're exactly like the person you "air quote" never want to be. You bitch about her and shit like that and what? What good's gonna come out from that? So what if you "hate" her? I can't help it. You're not always the one that's right. You hardly are. There is no right reason to do something wrong. And seriously, the whole issue today. I hardly seemed pissed but you know how bloody pissed off I was? You're the one that's like doing everything you said I was bloody doing to you. They should sell lives. And no matter how expensive one might cost, you should bloody buy one, because I know it will be worth alot. Why should I have to try to fix things I didn't create? Go on with the way you are now. I can assure you it isn't going to get you very far. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-86694902145505667?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/86694902145505667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=86694902145505667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/86694902145505667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/86694902145505667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/weight-of-world-singing-sorrow.html' title='The weight of the world, singing sorrow.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7807750947314217570</id><published>2010-01-17T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:53:18.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haz cutted my hair.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. After like a year of not doing anything to my hair, my dad finally forced me to cut it. And it's short. Long-short. Kinda. I'm so sad. :( But the guy that helped me cut my hair was like really nice. He had nice hair (duh) and like he spoke in chinese and I didn't understand shit so I just nodd-ed my head whenever he said something. Then he helped me like put some weird hair shit on my hair and It feels awesome. And my hair smells like hair soap shop place. (Wtf) :D&lt;br /&gt;My hair is not even like half wavy anymore. Wtf. All the nice parts of my hair were like viciously chomped away by that nice chinese man. But I'm kinda amazed. He cut my hair in like 8 minutes or something. But it took him like a damn long time to dry my hair because it's so bloody thick. Damn I miss my old hair. :( The super light brown almost copper parts at at the bottom are gone. And my hair looks horrible. Sighz. I hate math as of now. How the fuck am I supposed to do my bloody math homework if I don't know how to do it? Teachers think I'm lazy and shit because I leave it blank but no way man, I actually sit down for like a bloody time trying to figure math out. So. Teachers to read it this shit. :-/ I like my Lit teacher. HAHA. Vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PECK! :  YEAH LA. I hate this year's sec ones man. All of them are like crazy irritating freaks. Especially the one who doesn't know whether to join badminton or track. Hope she joins track man.  :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7807750947314217570?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7807750947314217570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7807750947314217570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7807750947314217570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7807750947314217570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-haz-cutted-my-hair.html' title='I haz cutted my hair.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6187129499098929867</id><published>2010-01-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:51:41.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Gaskarth.   :)</title><content type='html'>I know you're something I can never have but would it kill to watch you through my screen for a second? Damn do you look hot in those jeans and hell do you look fine in my dreams. A cut above the rest, you're god-damn amazing, your band is so mainstream now that your paycheck is raising. You're such a man-whore, but you're so hot, you already proved to them what you've got. I know you're older than me by nine, but I'm damn sure if I met you, I could make you mine. You have first place in my heart, you're not like anyone else. I love you sexy man-whore Gaskarth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6187129499098929867?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6187129499098929867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6187129499098929867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6187129499098929867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6187129499098929867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/alex-gaskarth.html' title='Alex Gaskarth.   :)'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6215084475812739736</id><published>2010-01-14T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:24:29.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love and..... wait. No, not really.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, so today was fun, but the bus ride home from Jill's house was HORRIBLE. Kinda. There are so many freaking weirdos that take 131. oh my god la. Okay when I got in the bus, there was this like damn young couple. I think they were like I think 15 only. And so when I got on the bus, the girl was like laughing at me cause I think I went to stand in front of the where and bus was and blah blah. Then her boyfriend gave her that -_- face. Then when both of them were getting off, like that bitch started laughing again when they walked pass me, then her boyfriend said "At least she's not ugly." HAHAHAHA. Okay, that was a nice thing to say. But the girl's reaction was like priceless. He was like -_- and she was like :O Wtf. Hahaha. :-/ Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then there was this bloody stupid old ugly loner man. Like I was standing and he bloody stood in front of me and asked "Do you play badminton?" Then I looked at my racket and I was like "Uh, yeah?" In my mind I was like "Are you retarded or something? Can't you see i'm holding a bloody badminton racket?!" Oh my god, he was like damn stupid. Then when I said yeah then YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID? "Wah, really ah?" NO NOT REALLY. THAT'S WHY I HAVE A BADMINTON RACKET AND BADMINTON SHOES. WTF.  :-/ He's already like freaking socially retarded because like he has no friends and like he's now mentally retarded? I pity him. I hate it when people ask bloody stupid questions. Okay, then there was this STUPID young china man that oh my god. You know what? Nevermind. All he did was just like smell bad. I mean, well, I didn't smell very good because it was after training, but he was like all dressed up! He probably has B.O. ew. Gross, I feel sorry for the person he's meeting. He should take a shower. Like major shower.&lt;br /&gt;Tag reply to TIFF : She's this bitch that is like DAMN rude too all of us and like thinks she's effing pro at badminton. Oh and Yeah! They censor stuff. Yeah, they do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6215084475812739736?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6215084475812739736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6215084475812739736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6215084475812739736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6215084475812739736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-your-love-and-wait-no-not-really.html' title='I want your love and..... wait. No, not really.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4019316357087981321</id><published>2010-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:19:44.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am eating chocolates from Europe.</title><content type='html'>I need friends for many reasons, I'm gonna have an on and off dad in about a few weeks. Well, someone very very nice told me that I could only have one best friend ever. So.... That sucks. Well, that very very nice someone also helped me with all my problems with my dad. And advice and just talked to me and stuff. We don't talk very much now, but well, I still remember the stuff you said because I need them. Damn. Yeah, thanks a freaking gazillion, you made me feel better when I was having a crappy day. You are a nice person. I like nice people. You have nice hair. And you like the same awesome sexy beast as me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's awesome. You're probably one of the only people I talked to my dad about. Okay, that wasn't really like, whatever. Well, I doubt you even read my blog but Tag! Everyone should tag! Because it makes me happy! Okay, awesome. Goodnight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4019316357087981321?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4019316357087981321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4019316357087981321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4019316357087981321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4019316357087981321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-you-just-because.html' title='I am eating chocolates from Europe.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8618349575432776989</id><published>2010-01-11T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:09:09.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, yes. Yes....</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.  :D&lt;br /&gt;The song Stella by ATL is about beer. Yeah, I think I said that before. The brand of beer my mom likes. Yummy.  ;)  I love Alex. And Halvo. When he's cute. sometimes. Okay anyways, I really have nothing to blog about today at all. Sometimes my posts are fun. Sometimes my posts are all emo and like not fun? Hahahaha, today's gonna be a fun day. I guess. Random things. Well, what happy things should I write about today? Hmm, OH YEAH, Coach said Hong Li and I have a chance in beating AMK for zonals. HA, SUCK IT.   :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then there is this stupid junior bitch. OH MY GOD. I can bloody kill her I tell you. ATTITUDE PROBLEM. She's not even like nice with a attutide problem, she's like MEAN with a attitude problem, AND SHE'S RUDE!! Her parents should roll her in mud.  :B and like spank her. Multiple times. Okay. Not a very happy post comin up in a lil' bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8618349575432776989?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8618349575432776989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8618349575432776989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8618349575432776989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8618349575432776989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-yes-yes.html' title='Random, yes. Yes....'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2889047777030880141</id><published>2010-01-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:18:01.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I feel like puking really badly, but I'm not going to.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;I am going to study and do math homeowork.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'd never thought I'd say that, ever. Awesome. I'm gonna work hard this year and get kickass grades, except for Geography, I don't really care. So yeah! I whipped out my awesome black and white calculator and I'm on to doing questions.&lt;br /&gt;I have just read the first question and it doesn't make sense. Okay, I need alot of practice. But I like my math teacher now. He's super awesome and he sweats alot and he's gonna have a baby!  :D At first I thought he was gay but he's nice. I hope my drama teacher is Mr. A. I think he's be a cool teacher. Oh my god, I really feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;Why is the stupid math book asking a bloody science question?! DENSITY IS NOT MATH! (as far as I know). I just got a text regrading badminton. I love badminton.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I think I need to do math now. But I feel like puking. So I don't think I feel like doing anything. I got a freaking bruise on my wrist. wtf. How did it get there? Hmmm, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note : ALEX LOOKED EXTREMELY AWESOME IN THE DO YOU FEEL VIDEO. DELICIOUS. SO DID ANDREW AND MATTIE!) Well yes, my guitar teacher thinks I'm on drugs because I'm sorta high and mentally unstable during his classes. He thinks I should switch to a non beginners class. Should I feel happy? Or should I feel sad because maybe he just wants to kick me out? Naw, I don't think so, he's gonna teach the other class too. Okay forget about that. I need to do math, but I still need to puke dammit. But I can't puke so I feel horrible. OMG!askarth. Hehe. Awesome. I need something to talk about. This is getting nowhere. *maybe it is....*  *wink wink* This is so lame Jacqueline. Oh my god, I called myself Jacqueline. I just did it again.  :-/ This is getting random and lame and I am talking to myself. Damn does my bruise hurt! *presses bruise repeatedly* OUCH. Oh, by the way, I can lob all the way to the back now! I feel great! And tired. I don't want to take my piano theory exam. It's like a few months away and I can't even remember the the sequence of the chords. I need a haircut. My hair is like really really long but I like it.  :( But my mom thinks I need a haircut. So yes, I am going to cut my hair. Soon. Maybe. I hope not. This is getting so bloody random. Oh, I read that Lady GaGa is satanic. I don't know. But she's cool. Impressive. Yes it bloody is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2889047777030880141?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2889047777030880141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2889047777030880141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2889047777030880141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2889047777030880141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/hardest-part-of-living-is-just-taking.html' title='The hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6754260874971550467</id><published>2010-01-08T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:35:12.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ice is getting thinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seasons have changed and so have we.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was little we could say and even less that we could do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We buried our love in the wintery grave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lump in the snow was all that remained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we stayed by its side, as the days turned to weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the flows under our feet bled into the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing was left for you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not the same dear and it seems to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it saddens me to say what we both knew was true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the ice was getting thinner under me and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6754260874971550467?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6754260874971550467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6754260874971550467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6754260874971550467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6754260874971550467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-is-getting-thinner.html' title='The ice is getting thinner.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4867812041121399780</id><published>2010-01-08T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:12:55.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defy the law of gravity.</title><content type='html'>Gravity brings us down, it's what keeps us where we are. I hate where I am and it's time I think I leave because staying here will do me no good. Gravity should learn to let me go. It isn't good to act like you're happy when you're not. I am not happy. You don't want me to stay and neither do I want to. Flaws are meant to be seen by perfect people and you are not one of them. So you should just shut the hell up and leave me be. If you can find five flaws in me, I can find a hundred in you. So stop acting like you're the only one that can get pissed at everyone and that it's a sin to be pissed off at you. I need gravity to pull me back to earth but I also need to it to stay the hell away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gravity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4867812041121399780?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4867812041121399780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4867812041121399780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4867812041121399780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4867812041121399780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/defy-law-of-gravity.html' title='Defy the law of gravity.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8205796383380855498</id><published>2010-01-07T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:25:58.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity.</title><content type='html'>I still feel the same after this whole while and figured that no one is to blame. I don't have to attend every argument I'm invited to do I? So I'm just gonna stay where I am and ignore everyone around me for a second. I think it's god-damn irritating that I don't have time to myself to think. It's bullshit. I'm so pissed at myself that I just think that I'm pissed at everyone else. I realized today that I need time. Untill I get it, I don't think I can stop being angry with myself. I need to know what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gravity is working against me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twice as much ain't twice as good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can't sustain like a one half could.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's wanting more, that's gonna send me to my knees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8205796383380855498?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8205796383380855498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8205796383380855498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8205796383380855498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8205796383380855498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/gravity.html' title='Gravity.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6096565501173350711</id><published>2010-01-07T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:26:10.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's (not) good.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I am very pissed. With myself. And I am gonna trash everyone now. Including myself. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;1. My badminton SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;2. I lost a freaking match even though I was paired with coach.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's damn depressing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gonna be in a group with a girl I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kinda pissed at someone. (not from badminton)&lt;br /&gt;AND LASTLY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I told you I was gonna be like okay with it and stuff but it's kinda bothering me and I'm like freaking pissed and stuff so I'm just gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE A GROUP WITH MARY AND ME THEN FUCKING LEAVE. WE DON'T NEED A BIAS DOUCHEBAG LIKE YOU IN OUR GROUP. LEAVE FOR ALL I CARE. SERIOUSLY.  BLOODY IDIOT. IF YOU CAN'T WORK WITH US BECAUSE YOU'RE A BITCH THEN FINE. I NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAYS. YOU CAN GO TO ANOTHER GROUP WITH PEOPLE THAT DON'T MIND YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES AT THEM OR GIVING STUPID FACES. I DON'T NEED YOU AND I NEVER WILL. GO SUCK IT. THEN GO TO HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6096565501173350711?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6096565501173350711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6096565501173350711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6096565501173350711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6096565501173350711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifes-not-good.html' title='Life&apos;s (not) good.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6500580438747267023</id><published>2010-01-05T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:34:02.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex is a very deep man.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, so well, I decided to blog. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna start of with saying, DO NOT DISS ALEX GASKARTH. :) Okay. He wrote the song Stella about beer. How deep is that? Go listen la, see whether you shallow people can understand. (I am kidding about the shallow people part). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the uh... I forgot how to spell that word. Shit. Nevermind, I shall blog about something else. OH, I THINK I OFFCIALLY LIKE ALMOST EVERY ANDREW IN THE WORLD. AND THEY'RE HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Andrew Ross McMahon (bows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Andrew Van Wyngarden. (drools)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ANDREW I SAW AT BURGER KING WITH JILL THAT WAS FRIENDS WITH SLUTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, three is not alot. But, it's still awesome. Awesome Andrew. Except for some. Ew.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423258844543800498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S0NJL3oHVLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MoWF5Ls7k2M/s320/Andrew%2BVanWyngarden.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME YOU DON'T LIKE HIM? HE IS SO CUTE AND HE HAS MONEY. WHO DOESN'T WANT THAT MAN? (mine, don't steal him.)&lt;br /&gt;This is one example of an Andrew. :)&lt;br /&gt;See?! Cute right? I know. Thanks. *flips hair* But yeah, Alex's are cute too! ot sure about Alexander The Great is hot but.... yeah, I one I know is. AND JOHNS. JOHN MAYER. C'mon, I don't get why almost everyone says he's too old. He's not too old. Guitar Gods do NOT grow old.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423263421458974914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S0NNWR9uiMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FGSlphpySQs/s320/john-mayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that and tell me that is not hot. C'mon people. Are you blind? DO YOU ONLY LIKE KOREAN GUYS?! ^%$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. TATA!&lt;br /&gt;(I cannot believe I just said that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6500580438747267023?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6500580438747267023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6500580438747267023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6500580438747267023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6500580438747267023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/alex-is-very-deep-man.html' title='Alex is a very deep man.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/S0NJL3oHVLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MoWF5Ls7k2M/s72-c/Andrew%2BVanWyngarden.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1110122179310423728</id><published>2010-01-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:25:33.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much it hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak, speak your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always telling me I need to open mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wait, wait your turn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then shut me out cause you've got nothing left to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you say there's nothing wrong with being proud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me what you love and say it loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here's the dose that you've been dishing out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're listening, this is how much it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I'm wrong, I'm wrong again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not because of where I stand but where I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it burns, you know it burns like hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know there's nothing I can do but wish you well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say there's nothing wrong with being proud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me what you love and say it loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been good enough to stay and hear you out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're wrong, You're never wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you say there's nothing wrong with being proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, so tell me what you love and say it loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been giving you the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're listening, this is how much it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1110122179310423728?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1110122179310423728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1110122179310423728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1110122179310423728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1110122179310423728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-much-it-hurts.html' title='How much it hurts.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-9047013881119964971</id><published>2009-12-31T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:36:50.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a thumb.</title><content type='html'>Ello everybody! So it's New Years and guess what? I DON'T HAVE A RESOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;Someone should think of one for me.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was thinking and looking through some stuff and I realise I suck at taking like NORMAL photographs. Like maybe a weird or funny pose, I could probably do that, but I just CANNOT smile properly! I smile perfectly fine when I'm like uh, smiling! SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO SMILE. NOW. Dammit, I feel like Denzel Crocker from the Fairly Odd-Parents. Yeah, the weird teacher with ears on his neck.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is coming back from Europe today! So stoked to see her! Haven't seen her for 12 days! I hope she brought back some hot guy for me.  :-/ Or else, she can stay there. Hahaha, just kidding. My day has been good so far, watched videos of Lexy Wexy.  :) Hope he's having a good new year. HOPE THEY COME TO SINGAPORE THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I happy but I'm typing this with a blank expression on my face. Damn, I need someone to buy me some marshmallows or like ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that I shouldn't let it get to me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it does, and who am I kidding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead end job and a lack of family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This town really gets to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is becoming a catastrophe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-9047013881119964971?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/9047013881119964971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=9047013881119964971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9047013881119964971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9047013881119964971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-thumb.html' title='You are a thumb.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2020908077365614104</id><published>2009-12-31T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:43:57.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate 2009.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. So it's gonna be 2010 in about 30 minutes and well, I guess I'll blog about the things I liked about 2009 and some of the things I hated.&lt;br /&gt;LIKED&lt;br /&gt;1. I made a whole lotta new friends this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got into a good CCA.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;4. I picked up a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fell in love with 3 new guys that I will probably never meet.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm closer to my sister. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hong Li threw me the most awesomest awesome surprise birthday party eva.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jill gave me a turtle (But it died.) :(&lt;br /&gt;9. I got a new maid but like she's really nice because every morning when I wakes up she says good morning and asks me if I want anything for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;10. I MEET SAM FUCKING EMBERY AND RAYGUN! Well, he is in Raygun but, RAYGUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATED&lt;br /&gt;1. I made new enemies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fought with my best friends multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;3. Had the worst effing teachers ever.&lt;br /&gt;4. So many people died this year.&lt;br /&gt;5. I lost someone that meant alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out my dad has to go to a shitty country I hate to work the whole of next year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting injuries from badminton.&lt;br /&gt;9. Failed new subjects and math.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pissed my parents off countless times.&lt;br /&gt;11. I stopped going swimming. :(&lt;br /&gt;12. Loved a man-whore/bastard.&lt;br /&gt;13. Still in love with a man-whore/bastard.&lt;br /&gt;14. Found out I really need anger management classes.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sang too loudly infront of alot of people who now keep talking to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Let alot of people down.&lt;br /&gt;17. Got extremely sick.&lt;br /&gt;18. Got beatings from my dad for something I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;19. I let myself down this year.&lt;br /&gt;20. I just hate thinking of the things I hate this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate 2009.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate you. Hahaha, i'm just kidding! (No, not really.)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, to my friends reading this, I really hope that we can leave everything behind in 2009 (the worst fucking year of my life) and start anew in 2010. Except for the people I hate, go away, I still hate you! :)&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUTS!&lt;br /&gt;1. For all the new friends I made, you've made me very very happee.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hong Li : We may not be in the same class anymore but screw it! I still love you! And we'll be friends foreva!&lt;br /&gt;3. Jill Khooooooo : Hey Jilly beans. I know we've fought alot this year and well I hated every single one of our fights, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;4. Nicole Hofbauer : Woah, where do I start.... You've been there for me like always! And I don't think we've like fought this year at all man! Hahaha! And the uh *wink wink* stuff you know la. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;5. Janicia Lim : I know it's been rough for you this year, and I love you like woah. Yeah WOAH. So yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Nezzie! : Eh, I love you okay. Don't think I'll like forget you or like get pissed at you. You're my Badminton buddy! :D And you're funny, AND CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;7. Mary Kohz: You don't read my blog, only once then you added me on MSN and I asked you who you were. HAHAHAHA, and I ignored you during camp because I didn't know you were Mary and thought you were crazy! HAHA! Love you! Very very much...... *ding ding dong dong*&lt;br /&gt; 8. Vanessa : We're like damn close online la! WE FUCKING OWN FTSK. SELENA CAN SUCK IT! CALEB/KYLE/JOHN/GARRETT/EVERYONE ELSE WE LIKE! O.U.R.S. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;9. Josephine Ang : You rock. \m/ HAHAHA. Talk to you every night and i'm still not bored! Love you like hell! and forever and forever! AND WE HAVE NEVER FOUGHT FOR THE 3 YEARS WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS. :D&lt;br /&gt;(quick shout out to Jayne and Nate Geiger! Jayne you are awesome, and and like you are awesome. NATE, I LOVE YOU. Idiot. Moved away. You don't even know I have a blog. Nevermind. Come back and call me! Wait, you don't have a phone. Nevermind. :-/)&lt;br /&gt;9. To everyone else : You guys still brighten up my day even though I didn't give a shout out! Even my enemies! You guys give me something to bitch about and talk about when I'm bored! Love you for being an asshole! :) AND MY PARENTS FOR DOING IT AND GIVING BRITH TO ME! My sister for rolling me on the floor before I could walk multiple times which probably made me a retarded child, that's the reason why I'm as funny as I am. *EGO* AND MY DAD FOR LETTING ME BUY A PAID APP! :D I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2020908077365614104?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2020908077365614104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2020908077365614104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2020908077365614104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2020908077365614104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-2009.html' title='I hate 2009.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7148822193829225247</id><published>2009-12-27T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:18:29.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my dad.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! GUESS WHAT? My dad got me a new guitar! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole told me to name it Juno, so I did. Which means it's a girl. So Davis and Juno can date. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAY HELLO TO MY NEW BITCH! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419826535994622178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SzcXhN4yAOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n6k3KtSizJs/s320/Vantage%2520AcEl-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, my guitar doesn't really look like that. My guitar is black. Everything is black. And no, i am not racist. MY GUITAR IS HOT.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the prettiest guitar out there but I still love her. *I sense jealously from Davis* But Juno is like fucking heavy. Like overweight, but whatever la. Vantage..... Never heard of that brand but whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna start studying like on tuesday. I really wanna pass math. I honestly have not done any homework (tuition and school) I am gonna buck up and kick myself in the ass till I pass. But i cant say the same for Geography though, I don't care if I fail. It's fucking dumbest subject ever. I will never get why we have to learn abut rocks, and our teacher told us they have feelings. Bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7148822193829225247?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7148822193829225247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7148822193829225247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7148822193829225247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7148822193829225247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-my-dad.html' title='I love my dad.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SzcXhN4yAOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n6k3KtSizJs/s72-c/Vantage%2520AcEl-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1175544622289974308</id><published>2009-12-24T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:55:12.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not like Justin Bieber.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! Well, i'm gonna blog! Duh...&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to watch a movie with badminton people today! AVATAR. The movie was okay. THE ALIEN GIRL IN THE MOVIE SPOKE IN A MAID-ISH ACCENT. HAHA. And like they put toothpicks on their heads! And one of the alien man guy had an african accent. And she totally had sex with him. :-/ And their uh, position was so weird. She was like sitting on him.. But yeah, the movie was fun, then Hong Li came to my house and SPOLIED MY COMPUTER. But it's okay now. And yeap.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, So now, I'm gonna talk about santa clause. I think he's like bloody racist. He goes to like america and gives all the little caucasian kids presents and in Singapore, HE DOESN'T GIVE US ANYTHING. I got NOTHING from my parents for the past two years. (Except chewing gum) WTF, YEAH CHEWING GUM FOR CHRISTMAS. Like seriously dude, Stop being so bloody racist and give asian kids presents too! Maybe he's confused with me because i'm mixed......&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So... I don't like Justin Bieber. Like at all. I think he's really like gay and he's not good looking at all. Okay, SO WHAT? I used to like Aaron Carter (who is kinda gay too) AT LEAST HE WAS GOOD LOOKING. And his lyrics made sense! Justin Bieber is like bullshit! Singing songs about telling girls that he will only say something ONE TIME. Yeah, he's only gonna tell you ONE TIME because he's mean! Okay, I tried to give him a chance so I went to listen to his acoustic version of his song One Time. And I have found even more flaws. :-/&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRaWDue13nU&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRaWDue13nU&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dude in another video commented saying "Although he may have some talent.... He seems a little too young to have ever been any sort of fight unless it's over a juice box because the only woman in his life is probably his mom."  HAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;His song only has two chords. G and C. It's the two easiest chords in the guitar playing world. Freaking serious. This kid CAN sing, but he sounds gay. And the guitar his bigger than him. :-/ He's 15. And he tries to act ghetto. DUH? He adds words like "shortie" in his songs. So, I still don't like him. Never will. Unless he corrects all his flaws and sings better songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO PASSERBY.&lt;br /&gt;I think you got it all wrong..... I am really mean in my blog, I don't think that gives people the impression that i'm a very nice person. And why do you want my number since I myself am convinced that i'm not a very nice person? Think about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1175544622289974308?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1175544622289974308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1175544622289974308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1175544622289974308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1175544622289974308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-do-not-like-justin-bieber.html' title='I do not like Justin Bieber.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7289519886807734034</id><published>2009-12-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:34:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Sammie. My cute little wolf boy.  :)</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when i said My hopes and dreams of seeing Sam were like completely crushed? WELL, IT'S NOT ANYMORE! I just freakin met him like on Thursday.. Yeap. THURSDAY. Maria and I decided to go find them at the airport! We found em! The pictures and stuff are all up on Facebook and all of them were really nice people. SAM DIDN'T TALK. He's just quiet. Cute and quiet, HE SHOULD'VE TALKED. But, nevermind. I love you sammie! So yeap, Tobias (lead singer), The Adj (Guitarist) and Ben (bassist) talked to me. ESPECIALLY TOBY AND THE ADJ. They were seriously into it man, Toby even took a picture with Maria and Me! And The Adj shook my hand! (His hand feels really nice by the way..) hahahaha, Maria and I talked to them for actually, it's kinda counted as a pretty long time. :) Ben was so sweet. And his accent was so strong, i seriously had to kinda guess what he was saying. But another reason why i had to guess was because i kept staring at his amazing looking blue eyes while he was talking to me. SAM DIDN'T SPEAK. BUT HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMILED AT ME AND HANDED ME MY SIGNED CD! SMILED AT ME WITH THAT CUTE LITTLE BABY SMILE!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414628462467869634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SySf5hAd68I/AAAAAAAAAXg/HcKr7PXtFDM/s320/Samz.jpg" /&gt;                                                                    (Sam and The Adj)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sam's the taller one BTW.) Yeap, kinda like that. ONLY, he was so much cuter in real life man. HIS ARMS, oh my god. His arms are really like woah. And he had those cute pants and that cute shirt and OMG. Freaked the shit outta me! Okay..... Ben was really cute too. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Alex is still mine and I still love him the most despite the very obvious fact that he is clearly a man-whore. I am not sorry if you are dissapointed that I still like him. FUCK OFF! He's mine!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY, NEXT SUBJECT.&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of the new weird TV show on disney that's gonna be like screening? It's called uh, Upin and Ipin? Here's a photo for some reference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414630662851598066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SySh5mE1FvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lE9cBwh929w/s320/Upin+and+Ipin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now that you know what i'm talking about, I think the show is seriously the fucking dumbest shit in the world. ONE. Seriously, look at that poor kid behind with that "shocked" looked on his face? What happened to him, really? I WANNA KNOW. And WTF, Why are all of them cock-eyed?  :-/&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna watch the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7289519886807734034?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7289519886807734034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7289519886807734034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7289519886807734034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7289519886807734034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-sammie-my-cute-little-wolf-boy.html' title='I love Sammie. My cute little wolf boy.  :)'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SySf5hAd68I/AAAAAAAAAXg/HcKr7PXtFDM/s72-c/Samz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1968087530408481849</id><published>2009-12-09T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:10:08.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll swallow my pride if you stay for the years.</title><content type='html'>Hello little children. I haven't been blogging. AGAIN. I am sorry.  ):   I've just been really busy with stuff and haven't found the time to blog. I'm not really sorry but i'm just gonna say i am because i'mma nice person.  I'm sorry.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am not going for the Cat Power concert OR the Raygun gig. FML right? Yes, my hopes and dreams of seeing Sam are all crushed. OH THE BRIGHT SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;BRENDON URIE ANSWERED MY FREAKING QUESTION! My question was stupid but, nice people tend to answer stupid questions. My question was  "DO YOU LIKE BAGELS?  :D"&lt;br /&gt;if you guys were wondering, he said Yes, then he smiled or laughed or whatever.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I like randomly changing subjects so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;DEATH CAB IS INDIE BTW. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that had to said for someone.  :-/  ANYWAYS, damn. I was scrolling through pictures of this girl Josephine hates yesterday. She's like really ugly!!  Like i mean, i'm not pretty or whatever but she seriously WAS freakin ugly! My mind just puked thinking about her face. Yes, it is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I am pissed. My Two Tongues album stopped downloading. WTF! *&amp;amp;^%$@&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a song, that was written for a girl Alex had a one night stand with.  :-/ Wtf. I still love him. Still...... Still.....&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late for badminton yesterday. Like really really late. whadda bitch life is. I really think i need anger management classes. Oh, and i think i'm starting to have ADHD.   :O&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN NUGGETS ARE COOL. but dinosaurs are cooler.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to end off this very random yet exciting (i hope) blog post, I shall end of with something i say all the time, hahaha. I think you know what i'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Arex Re-Re-Yum Gashkarff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1968087530408481849?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1968087530408481849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1968087530408481849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1968087530408481849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1968087530408481849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-swallow-my-pride-if-you-stay-for.html' title='I&apos;ll swallow my pride if you stay for the years.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6323514494417434202</id><published>2009-11-26T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:26:09.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like caramel yes I do, I like caramel how bout you?</title><content type='html'>Ello guys, i haen't been updating. At all. i'm sorry  ):  *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I'm gonna talk abut shy people today. Okay, if you guys are reading this and you're the shy type, please don't be offended. Because i'm sure this will offend you. Okay, anyways, I hate it when you're talking to shy people and they just don't reply you. WAIT, YOU THINK THEY DON'T REPLY YOU. BUT THEY DID. Just so fucking soft, that only like a whale could hear you, because the frequency you people speak in are so bloody low that only whales in the bloody sea can hear you. OH MY GOD. SPEAK UP, WOULD IT KILL YOU YOU SPEAK LOUDER? And when like i talk to shy people they always have their heads facing down. It's like DUDE, ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? Or the little bugs on the floor?? or yourself?  :O&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's all for shy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason why i haven't been blogging recently is because i have badminton training everyday now. Not on weekends but EVERY WEEKDAY. It's really tiring. like WHOA. You wouldn't get how tiring it is if you aren't in badminton. AND INEZ IS SUCH A JINX! Like she's honestly one of the best players, but i won her in this game and after that, I STARTED HAVING BAD LUCK. Like when i we shaking hands, the racket smashed into my eye!! Okay NEVERMIND, then i went to sit at the steps and i tripped on a racket and got my knee sliced open. NEVERMIND, then when i was doing my pushups, Inez whacked her towel right into my face and BOTH my eyes. what the hell man. I was blinded for awhile. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GOING FOR THE CAT POWER CONCERT. BECAUSE IF I GO, I'LL BE GOING ALONE. THAT IS NOT COOL. I'm gonna ask someone who's going to help me buy a shit loadda merch.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6323514494417434202?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6323514494417434202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6323514494417434202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6323514494417434202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6323514494417434202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-caramel-yes-i-do-i-like-caramel.html' title='I like caramel yes I do, I like caramel how bout you?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2134189471856169775</id><published>2009-11-18T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:29:42.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had pizza, hmmm. delicious.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, first off, i'd like to thank someone.&lt;br /&gt;The someone who talked to me yesterday when i was feeling like shit and stuff. You know who you are, thanks alot for making me feel better.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talked to Inez about volcanoes and about how unpredictable they are, and how you can't blame them for erupting, same problem i'm facing here. So, pretty cool. But Inez has to face the fact that she's really funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a while back my sister told me that i'm needed for her project and so i agreed, but yesterday I asked her what i had to do. And i have to act.  :-/ Acting is fine, i don't give a shit, but the script is really lame. BUT whatever, it's for my sister and i don't have anything on saturday anyways. I'm not going for beerpong so, I hope all of them have fun, if they are still doing it on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Been watching some cartoon thing made by this dude called LazyBoy or somethin in like that, his name is like Yotam. HAHA. But he's really cool, me makes cartoons that probably only people like me watch. I won't post it up here because well, it's a waste of my time. Tell me if you wanna check him out.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara sweet peeps.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA, I HAVEN'T SAID THAT IN A LONG TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2134189471856169775?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2134189471856169775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2134189471856169775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2134189471856169775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2134189471856169775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-had-pizza-hmmm-delicious.html' title='I just had pizza, hmmm. delicious.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2469401234201340767</id><published>2009-11-17T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:25:50.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, i was thinking that you should buy me ribs.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, Okay adressing the friend thing. I've deleted the previous post cause well, i don't want her to think that im fighting back. Cause i'm not. If you're reading this, you should really just tell me straight to my face, better than acting like my friend and telling everyone else. So we should talk okay? Figure all that shit out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2469401234201340767?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2469401234201340767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2469401234201340767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2469401234201340767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2469401234201340767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm-i-was-thinking-that-you-should-buy.html' title='Hmm, i was thinking that you should buy me ribs.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5892683985543713412</id><published>2009-11-16T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:27:30.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things that you guys could care less about.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for the kinda long, pissy post back there. Not feeling too good. Bad ankle, bruised finger, friends (.........).&lt;br /&gt;So, a little update. While getting chocolate milk, i fell. Hence the bad, swollen ankle. Bruised finger? Well, while playing badminton, i smashed my racket right on my finger. Friends? Well, we'll see how many i have of that left after we sort the whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;More updates, well. Apart from the friend thing that may ruin the whole of my life next year, guess what? My dad's moving away the whole of next year. Not cool at all. I love him to death and i want to see him every fucking day. Not every other month...&lt;br /&gt;I bet all you mother fuckers are laughing now, i shant ruin your moment by telling you to go fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bitch. - Not a single word of this quote is incorrect. Honestly, right now at this point of time, i fucking hate my life. People always have to be pissed off at me, it's like a sin if they're not. I'm a bad person. Yes, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Kid of satan. \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5892683985543713412?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5892683985543713412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5892683985543713412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5892683985543713412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5892683985543713412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-things-that-you-guys-could-care.html' title='Little things that you guys could care less about.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1817136557948181499</id><published>2009-11-11T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:42:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumoured Nights......</title><content type='html'>I roamed the streets of Serangoon with two tour guides. The girl, Nicole had curly hair and was really pretty. The boy, Luc had an awesome Volcom shirt and he smelt really nice (with help from my deo of course) Both of them were really tall and i felt sad because i felt short. But, at least i won't die earlier will i? I saw my teacher from my primary school that hated me and Luc said my name. Well, thank god the teacher was mentally retarded or else i would've been screwed. We climbed spiderman's web and looked at the sky. The sky had only one star. :-/ whatever. Nicole's sister's friend saw her, so i called her We saw really nice couples too, they were making out and Luc told them to get a room! There were also a gay couple. One of the gays was shirtless and he was playing the guitar, hoping to seduce his friend. Good luck with that, btw. Ahh, how awesome my night was. funfunfunfunfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// Luc, sorry for making you smell like a girl.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1817136557948181499?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1817136557948181499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1817136557948181499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1817136557948181499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1817136557948181499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/rumoured-nights.html' title='Rumoured Nights......'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-9043256555363299425</id><published>2009-11-09T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:20:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like going out with people.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! So like on saturday night, went out with Jill, Maria and Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best nights i've had out, ever. HANDS DOWN. We went to HMV cause alvin wanted to get chicken foot.  :-/  *GUI LAI LIAO!* HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we went to eat at Secret Recipe. The meatballs literally tasted like balls. Don't eat there unless you wanna waste 10.90 bucks.  :( i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went ghost hunting. No ghosts. hahahaha.  (thank god)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, it was fun. CAN'T WAIT FOR BEERPONG DUDES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-9043256555363299425?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/9043256555363299425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=9043256555363299425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9043256555363299425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/9043256555363299425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-going-out-with-people.html' title='I like going out with people.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7520036864453534164</id><published>2009-11-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:36:05.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get pissed at small mistakes, SUE ME.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Okay, some of you may know that i do, actually have an attitude problem. SOMETIMES. SO, I GET REALLY PISSED AT LITTLE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship is on the bloody radio! Okay, nevermind about that, i'll gotten over it. BUT, WHY DO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE BLOODY ASSHOLE OF A DJ WHO CAN'T EVEN SAY THE SONG NAME RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Good girls GO bad.&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;Good girls GONE bad.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! SAY IT RIGHT OR DON'T SAY IT AT ALL! and I had to listen to Justin Bieber. Gay faggot. He's 15 and short. G.R.O.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i'm so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like i'm the only person in singapore that's into Indie music.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone.  :( someone should listen to indie more and put her screamo CDs aside!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting jill that blink 182 shirt for christmas, shhh don't tell her.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7520036864453534164?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7520036864453534164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7520036864453534164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7520036864453534164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7520036864453534164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-get-pissed-at-small-mistakes-sue-me.html' title='I get pissed at small mistakes, SUE ME.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7141003027267449450</id><published>2009-11-05T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:16:39.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head hurts.</title><content type='html'>I am having a bloody bad headache. I am this close to ripping my fucking skull off. I swear, Alex's vocie is the only thing that is stopping me from taking a knife and jabbing it into my throbbing head. My skull feels like it's gonna crack open and my brain feels like someone's squishing it. My temples feel like they're gonna crack. Looking at Alex's pictures is like looking at heaven, the good thing about heaven is that you're already dead and you won't have anymore bloody headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander William Gaskarth, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7141003027267449450?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7141003027267449450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7141003027267449450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7141003027267449450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7141003027267449450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-head-hurts.html' title='My head hurts.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-658156403935703506</id><published>2009-11-05T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:00:38.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me therapy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SvL1OmQI1eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OpjSHn47lbM/s1600-h/Alex16.jpg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400648534305854946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SvL1OmQI1eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OpjSHn47lbM/s320/Alex16.jpg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrogant boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yourself so no one has to.&lt;br /&gt;They're better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause a scene like you're supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll fall asleep without you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're lucky if your memory remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-658156403935703506?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/658156403935703506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=658156403935703506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/658156403935703506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/658156403935703506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-therapy.html' title='Give me therapy.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SvL1OmQI1eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OpjSHn47lbM/s72-c/Alex16.jpg7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-583822265761100608</id><published>2009-10-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:42:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your porno preference?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i am not talking about porn today, as always my post titles have no connection to what i write.&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Okay, i'm not saying i sing like awesome or whatever but like the people this season should just stop singing for the rest of thier lives. Like they KILLED Michael Jackson's songs in the MJ singing round thingy. Like, i bet if Michael Jackson were still alive, he'd sue them.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;They sucks major balls and i hope none of them win. Okay, so some of you fans may say "OH OH BITCH!! Not like you can sing either!!" Well, as i have said, i can't sing awesome. But i don't join bloody singapore idol do i?????? NO, I DON'T. UNLIKE THEM, I ACTUALLY HAVE A LIFE. I mean, don't they know that they will never actually be like a REAL REAL touring singer? Like look at Hady Mi-blah blah (don't know what the hell his name is) ir that tau-whatever that guy's name is?! They have been long forgotten, i don't even know how to spell their names. If they seriously wanted to be like a REAL (NON-SINGAPOREAN) singer, then they should go to America.  :) but well, we all know they're not good enough for that. I'm not saying all singaporeans can't sing, i'm just saying those people who CAN sing, just don't. Like they don't waste their time going for competitions like this because they have to time, so i don't blame those who joined, they should find something better to do, i'm sorry! *pulls out clumps of hair*&lt;br /&gt;OH, EXCEPT THAT TABITHA GIRL. maybe may? or that Charles guy or something. Yeah, Duane should die, again, i am sorry.  ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-583822265761100608?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/583822265761100608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=583822265761100608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/583822265761100608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/583822265761100608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-your-porno-preference.html' title='What&apos;s your porno preference?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3438658437814118844</id><published>2009-10-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:11:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The flavour of your lips is enough to keep me here.</title><content type='html'>I am a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am self absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not concerned with politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to forget my intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to worry about my own life above the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;I am human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3438658437814118844?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3438658437814118844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3438658437814118844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3438658437814118844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3438658437814118844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/flavour-of-your-lips-is-enough-to-keep.html' title='The flavour of your lips is enough to keep me here.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5448050449047526880</id><published>2009-10-24T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:51:00.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you.</title><content type='html'>You act like you're everything you're not, act like you don't care about anything. Guess what? I know you do. You copy what other people do just to fit in, and you think we don't know that. You lie alot, just one of your many awesomely fucked up traits. I swear to god, you have lied and betrayed everyone so many times, you make Adolf Hitler look like a bloody saint. You can go drown in your pool of fuck for all i care. Bloody rip off. You think the people you hang out with actually like you? I'll let you in on something, they don't. Because you have no friends but you still bitch about them, how's that for a friendless loser? You're driving yourself to your grave, i just hope you drive faster.. That's what you get when you take what people have, now it's just your time to pay up for what you have taken. Don't say shit like you don't know why people treat you like that and act all sad and pouty, you know very well why everyone hates you. They hate you because you're a bloody bitch. You constantly insult people, like if you don't like something about someone, you just have to insult them. And you don't just insult people you hate, you even insult your "friends". Not as if you have any now. Yeah, you aren't that blody great yourself. You're a rip off. You're ugly. You're thin as fuck. I think the only thing you can say about other people is that they're fat, because you're so bloody thin, if theres a typhoon or something, it'll sweep you off your feet and you'll be the first to die. And i hope that happens, i mean it. You betrayed your best friend and even liked her guy, yeah HER guy. You even lie about everything you are just so he'll like you back. Yeah, i'm sure those are a few qualities a best friend lacks that you just have to have huh? Honestly, i look up to you. How can you not kill yourself after doing so much shit and ruining people's lives? I look up to you for being a mjor bitch even though you already have no friends, that's something i can never do. I have never hated anyone in my life as much as i hate you. I don't even hate you, i detest you.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, you've always been a bitch, an enemy, a loser and a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5448050449047526880?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5448050449047526880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5448050449047526880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5448050449047526880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5448050449047526880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-act-like-youre-everything-youre-not.html' title='Here&apos;s to you.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-4835079404240624105</id><published>2009-10-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:34:21.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of the old cereal your grandma eats, it sucks.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, so.... My life has been going downhill ever since my birthday, whooohoo.  :-\&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think that life in singapore for kids is too bloody tough, i think the only person that doesn't agree with me are the people who are 21 and above. Even my cousin said he didn't learn the stuff i was learning till he was like sec 2? i don't know. Like the government probably thinks that by cramming shit into our brain and forcing us to study, that we will contribute to singapore's bloody hardcore society.&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;We're failing our subjects because it's too damn hard! Like even if it's hard and we fail, no point in making it hard right? PLUS, some people like *AHEMM* ME , actually get hit by their parents. Like yeah, my dad hits me. alot. He says i don't study hard enough and i don't try.  :-\ C'mon, do you think i'm that brainless? If i knew you were gonna hit me if i didn't do well, you think i would've purposely done badly? That's bloody stupid. I hate geography, that's that. I can't bloody do well if i hate the subject, have a bloody weirdass teacher who quite frankly doesn't teach very well, how the hell am i supposed to pass??? It's like forcing someone who is tone-deaf to sing something in tune, IT'S I.M.P.O.S.S.I.B.L.E.&lt;br /&gt;I really pity everyone who is around my age now. It's like we have exams all the time, therefore, we get scolding from our parents all the time which is not very good at all. And i just realised my dad has never ever not hit me once for my results before, with the exception on PSLE that is..... But before PSLE in the same year, he did. Sure, he did like not hit me a couple of times, but if he wasn't he'd be screaming in my face. Never once has he talked nicely to me OR my sister about results. I'm sure he had failed something before, he should know we don't like failing too right? I swear, if he did the exam papers we are doing now, he wouldn't pass. So, i get to hit him back..  :)&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING. I'm just saying parents, namely MINE should quit hitting OR shouting at us, or namely ME.&lt;br /&gt;In you face suckas, my dad was an asshole to me last night.&lt;br /&gt;wait, it's in my face..... *flips you off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-4835079404240624105?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/4835079404240624105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=4835079404240624105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4835079404240624105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/4835079404240624105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-like-box-of-old-cereal-your.html' title='Life is like a box of the old cereal your grandma eats, it sucks.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3088490498081059178</id><published>2009-10-14T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:19:25.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really need to see an ID?</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow jellows, mellows tellows wellows. (what the hell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS TOMORROW?! *some random girl screams JOHN MAYER*&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP BITCH! It's MY birthday, hohoho. and john mayers.&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tweet Caleb and hope he replies me. (doubt so) ANYWAYS. I'm gonna drink tomorrow. Hence the title of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my science paper yesterday. I swear to god, they ask the most retarded questions!&lt;br /&gt;THEY ASKED ME HOW TO USE A FRENCH PRESSER. WTF. I am not applying for a fucking job in starbucks! I'm doing SCIENCE! what the hell does a french presser have to do with science anyways?! It's like you're doing a math paper and they ask you this "Are you taking a bus home today?" It makes NO sense to put that question in a math paper, THEN WHY DO YOU ASK ME HOW TO USE A FRENCH PRESSER?! Dude! I don't even make coffee and never will i need to! Just buy those little packet things! God-damn it! I'm gonna fail that bloody useless science exam. To hell with science. :&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try a Jägerbomb. Go google it up, i'm sure you'll wanna try it too. And no, it's not a drug, it's a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// JACK ATTACK. *flips you off*&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.//Don't ask me for Alex's naked video, NO WAY IN HELL AM I GIVING IT TO YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3088490498081059178?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3088490498081059178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3088490498081059178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3088490498081059178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3088490498081059178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-really-need-to-see-id.html' title='Do you really need to see an ID?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3635722404750212272</id><published>2009-10-14T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:30:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face suckas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have officially seen Alex Gaskarth, no not just seen....&lt;br /&gt;SEEEEEN EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;well. almost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3635722404750212272?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3635722404750212272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3635722404750212272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3635722404750212272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3635722404750212272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-your-face-suckas.html' title='In your face suckas!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5653863458945659594</id><published>2009-10-13T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:25:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your sympathetic whispers tell a tale of bad goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to the voices in my head rambling on about you, maybe my mind's doing that because you're just too good to be true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart melts with every thought about you, every vision of your face. Every word that you'd speak would make my heart move at a steady pace.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here with you, not making a single sound. I could do this forever, give that vodka another round.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me, i tell you that i do. Then i watch your mouth move as you slowly say, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, i am not in love. I did however have voices in my head. And no, i am not schizophrenic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5653863458945659594?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5653863458945659594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5653863458945659594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5653863458945659594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5653863458945659594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-sympathetic-whispers-tell-tale-of.html' title='Your sympathetic whispers tell a tale of bad goodbyes.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5204799745553933407</id><published>2009-10-10T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:51:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne's for celebrating, i'll have a martini.</title><content type='html'>Hello my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;So have you heard or know of a band called All Time Low? YES I'M SURE YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew them like last year or WAYY BEFORE THAT, yay, three cheers for you.&lt;br /&gt;OR.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew them this year OR LAST WEEK. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;OR.&lt;br /&gt;If you heard about your friends talking about them, and went to quickly search them up on youtube to act cool, FUCK YOU, DICK FAGGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post should be from both Jill and i because we have discussed this issue before.&lt;br /&gt;We both hate it when people like the same bands as us. Okay, i know you may be thinking like, OMFG BITCHES! Well, yes. :) BUT, that we can handle.&lt;br /&gt;What we really cannot take is that when you only know like one or like a few songs from them and you claim to be their fucking biggest fan. We say, you need to know all their lyrics to be thier fan. And you should have at least on entire album of theirs. I BET YOU DON'T, YEAH I KNOW YOU DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some questions you should know how to answer if you really do like them. LIARS. (Maria and jill would be able to answer these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where was Alex Gaskarth born?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is Jack Barakat's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is Alex a man-whore?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is Jack Barakat's all girl myspace fanclub called?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is Rian's girlfriend's name?&lt;br /&gt;6. Is Zack Merrick hot?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do i know the answer to these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you can answer that. You still suck. I'm sorry. Go fuck yourself. I don't wanna share Alex with other litle Asian girls and neither does Jill wanna share Jack. I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, but if you do like them, TAG ME! Well.... because not all people who like them are bad copycat poser bitches. People like hong li..... not k** or her best friends.... ETC ETC. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that shows how selfish i am.&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMekefHmLVE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMekefHmLVE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't like 4 hot guys half naked in the shower? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5204799745553933407?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5204799745553933407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5204799745553933407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5204799745553933407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5204799745553933407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/champagnes-for-celebrating-ill-have.html' title='Champagne&apos;s for celebrating, i&apos;ll have a martini.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-1493536129151616574</id><published>2009-10-09T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:47:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasey Rae</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've never told a lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that makes me a liar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never made a bet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we gamble with desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never lit a match,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with intent to start a fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but recently the flames are getting out of control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill me with words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what I deserve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was your chance to get out of this town,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I ditched the car and left you to wait outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Hope the air will serve to remind you,that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaskarth. is. fuckin'. epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, Today. I was actually just gonna put that up for probably the first few conversations jill and i had like at the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :"Hey Jill?"&lt;br /&gt;Jill :"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me :"Do you listen to All Time Low?"&lt;br /&gt;Jill :"FUCK YEAH! What songs do you know?!?!!!??!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me :"Well, i know Jasey Rae and some other songs."&lt;br /&gt;Jill :"OMFG. Okay, let's sing it." *starts singing happily* "why aren't you singing?"&lt;br /&gt;Me :"I don't know the lyrics."&lt;br /&gt;Jill :"What the fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that ends flashback time. So, i feel like talking abut ah lians now. :) i shall.&lt;br /&gt;So, i think ah lians are very very smart people. Some of you may be thinking "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" well, hear me out, these are some of the reasons why i think they're so smart.&lt;br /&gt;1. Even though they are bloody ugly, they still can get guys to like them. All they have to do is put on ugly makeup, wear short shorts and tight shirts and go play audition. fucking cool la.&lt;br /&gt;2. They are bloody good at hokkien. Like remember that Madeline girl who came and tagged on my blog for NO rhyme or reason? YEAH, i didn't understand a SINGLE word she said, but oh well, you can't blame them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. They have like a super wide friend connection thing that can reach all the way to china! LIKE they have gangs in toa payoh, bugis, the drains nearby your house, ETC ETC. WOW! I wish i had that many gangs.&lt;br /&gt;4. They can control their little boyfriends to do WHATEVER they want. FOR EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, beng ah."&lt;br /&gt;"yes xiaoredzxcxz (or whatever her bloody name is)."&lt;br /&gt;"that gur ah, i tell you ah, CCB LEH!"&lt;br /&gt;"eh, wah piangz, LJ! why leh?!"&lt;br /&gt;"She la!!! ): so chio, want to die like that. go kick her leh beng."&lt;br /&gt;*poor faithful very nice loving caring boyfriend has no choice but to kick that girl* ):&lt;br /&gt;5. They can pull off short shorts/skirts even if they're bloody fat. HEY C'MON. Who doesn't want that?!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE LAST REASON IS......&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THEY CREATED A NEW LANGUAGE! it sounds like this.&lt;br /&gt;"I lurb chu, baby boon boonzxzczxcz!! Thanks yous alots for bang wo beat up na ge CB gur. WO AI NI NIA/SIAZXCZXCZXCZXCZ!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;How smart are they?!&lt;br /&gt;6. They can photoshop photos like REALLY WELL. If like they were flat or something, they can ,make their boobs look as big as bloody bukit timah hill or something. PLUS, they can write all sorts of things like "I need you, DON'T LETS MES GOES!" or something "baby, wo lurb chu dexzxcxz" I don't know, like WHATEVER THEY WANT! and i even heard the new trend is like putting hearts all over your photos! I personally think it's a really good idea because, they can use it cover thier mouths if it's too big! OR cover their pimples! okay, maybe not pimples then the whole picture will be filled with hearts.  :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, i should probably stop bragging about how awesome they are, they might just get their little gang to beat me up. :D&lt;br /&gt;well... even if they did, i wouldn't give a shit. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSEEE...........!!!!!!!!!!!   :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-1493536129151616574?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/1493536129151616574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=1493536129151616574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1493536129151616574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/1493536129151616574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/jasey-rae.html' title='Jasey Rae'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-2674740119496569889</id><published>2009-10-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:09:30.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you.&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random. Like really random. ANYWAYS. I got a "scolding" from my science teacher. Apparently i know very little about sex..... says her. :)&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT? if i don't know how to spell ghonorrhea, and i spelt it as gonorria. IT STILL SOUNDS THE SAME? (i still don't think i know how to spell it) SO WHAT? if i thought a good way to prevent the spread of AIDS is to NOT HAVE SEX AT ALL. I mean it's their fault (most of the time) that they got AIDS, i mean.. i'm right aren't i? Like if you have AIDS then don't have sex la! You were the bloody bugger who had sex with some man-whore or like HOE? right??!! YOUR PROBLEM, NOT MINE. SO WHAT? if i don't know how to spell Vasectomy and spelt it as vysectomy? IT SOUNDS PERFECTLY FINE. In fact, i think you guys should ALL start spelling it this way! I mean c'mon... When the fuck would i need to know about Vasectomies? Not like i can EVER have one anyways. I don't even have a dick. (or do i?)&lt;br /&gt;This is why my teacher thinks i don't know much about sex... well, we'll see about that. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, GO CHECK THIS GUY OUT! Made my day better! He's such a funny man-whore. whoops, i called him a man-whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5v2Rr1QuJ2k&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5v2Rr1QuJ2k&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH TILL THE END. Don't stop halfway, then you'll miss the good part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin - Hahaha, you sure i won't regret it?&lt;br /&gt;Weiting - woah-kay.&lt;br /&gt;Nat - done.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-2674740119496569889?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/2674740119496569889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=2674740119496569889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2674740119496569889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/2674740119496569889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-mistake.html' title='Just another mistake'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-5846875863111044795</id><published>2009-09-29T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:30:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your name gets you the fame.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna REDO my post on naming my kids, i have RANDOMLY decided that it's time i choose a new batch of names for my unlucky children. I want my kid to be a boy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY NAMES&lt;br /&gt;A - Alexander, Andrew, Anthony&lt;br /&gt;B - Bjorn, BAM.&lt;br /&gt;C - Caleb (Hohohoho), Callum&lt;br /&gt;D - Destery, Drake, DESTRO&lt;br /&gt;E - Edward (NOT AFTER EDWARD CULLEN)&lt;br /&gt;J - JACK. (named after me of course.)&lt;br /&gt;L - I'm sorry if you're holy and this offends you but, Lucifer....&lt;br /&gt;R - Rocket, Rebel, Ray (if his surname is gun)&lt;br /&gt;S - Sean.&lt;br /&gt;T - Trevor, Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL NAMES&lt;br /&gt;A - Alexis, Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;B - Blair.&lt;br /&gt;C - Callie&lt;br /&gt;H - Holly.&lt;br /&gt;I - Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;J - JACQUELINE (haha, bitchh)&lt;br /&gt;K - Kyra&lt;br /&gt;L - Lila&lt;br /&gt;R - Ruby&lt;br /&gt;M - Maria&lt;br /&gt;T - Tegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i don't really want a girl. :P&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, now you know what everyone wants to be famous don't you? So i'm gonna show you 5 fucking weird names celebrities give their kids. crazy bunch of bastards.....&lt;br /&gt;It is in a random order, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fifi Trixibelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell names their daughter FIFI??????? OMFG! I bet you'd just kill yourself if your name were fifi, not to mention, her middle name is TRIXIBELLE. wtf. Her parents want her to grow up to become a fairy i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This name just has WTF written all over it. I am not stupid and neither are you (okay, maybe you are). This is just another way of spelling KID. smartass parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tu Morrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not lying, this is the kid's name, yes. It is also another way of spelling tomorrow. It'll be hell on the first day of school.....&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "Hey little girl, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL :" Tu morrow." :D&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER :"Would you mind telling me TODAY?"&lt;br /&gt;LITLLE GIRL :"Yes... Tu Morrow..."&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER :" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? I WANT YOUR NAME TODAY."&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL :"Tu Morrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teacher then kills the poor poor child*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jermajesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you serious? Jermajesty? I stand corrected, i have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahahaahahaha. OCEAN. and i bet her sister's names are "sea, river and lake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, honestly, i think those names are cool, FOR DOGS. Not for kids! They're totally gonna be made fun of! ): SO SAD. SO SAD. My next post will probably be about gays, so if you're gay, TAG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-5846875863111044795?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/5846875863111044795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=5846875863111044795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5846875863111044795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/5846875863111044795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-name-gets-you-fame.html' title='Your name gets you the fame.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-6420111977733521342</id><published>2009-09-28T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:01:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a day just like any other (thats how you can tell my life sucks)</title><content type='html'>Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;So today, i'm not really all that happy because, i just got forced by my CCA to join a badminton competition. (HOW GREAT IS THAT HUH?)&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH! And to join, i gotta pay 20 bucks. :| wtf. So, you're tellin' me, that i gotta pay 20 bucks to see myself lose? OH THE JOY. I get to stand in front of like everyone who's gonna actually watch the match, and i get to have someone to tell me "YOU FUCKING LOSE."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.... thats a whole lotta confidence i'm gonna gain. And i mean, i know you're gonna say like, oh you may win and shit like that but, I KNOW I'M GONNA LOSE DUDE. I mean, c'mon!! I haven't even been in badminton for a YEAR and you want me to play in a competition. well thats just great. I mean, i don't hate the CCA or whatever but like, i don't wanna pay 20 bucks to see myself LOSE??? like what the hell! I can totally us the money to buy like tons of stuff! Like like, an American Apparel hoodie, or even, A UNICORN. YEAH YEAH, OR LIKE FRIES. But NOO, I'm using it to PAY to lose. AND i gotta give em' a copy of my EZ-link card picture. DO YOU KNOW HOW UGLY I LOOK IN IT? FUCKK. @#$#$#@^%^#%$#^&amp;amp;^&lt;br /&gt;AND PLUS, the dentist just tightened my bloody braces, so now, I'M IN PAIN. Every waking moment of my life, i feel pain in my mouth. I have math homework and history homework and chinese homework AND art homework. It's gonna be like the bloody exam time soon, STOP GIVING US SO MUCH HOMEWORK SO WE CAN FUCKING STUDY. I swear i can do well even though you don't give me homework. SWEAR I TELL YOU, SWEARRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;OH AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S WORSE? I have like a geography exam on my BIRTHDAY. I hate geography btw. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML.&amp;nbsp; ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-6420111977733521342?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/6420111977733521342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=6420111977733521342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6420111977733521342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/6420111977733521342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-day-just-like-any-other-thats.html' title='Today was a day just like any other (thats how you can tell my life sucks)'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-7006587283426647785</id><published>2009-09-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:13:34.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can whislte, bet you can't.  (I bet you're whistling right now)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys/girls/men/women/gays/aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog about different stuff today, WHY? CAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, FIRST. If you guys don't know, i think All Time Low is awesome. (aren't i right?) and ALEX IS MINE - nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;Jack belongs to Jill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, I was watching HBO the other day and i saw THIS GUY. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383835394457603266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/Src5xDfSDMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CmkXIBxdk90/s320/reece+thompson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DOESN'T HE LOOK LIKE SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he looks like Alex Gaskarth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383835950808283474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/Src6RcDnuVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LaZGfbaDEW8/s320/Alex+Gaskarth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING AMAZING RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think i'm crazy, they bloody look alike. (you know that i know that you know that i know that you know that both of them look alike, don't think i don't know) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NEXT THING.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i was like taking a bus with Andrea home, well nothing funny about that, but wait! Then when the bus comes, we waited at the front of the queue cause we weren't assholes who cutted (excuse my poor use of english) other people's queue. SO THEN, there was this old woman behind us. Then he got impaitent and she like made some weird buzzing sound like behind of us! WTFH! YEAH! It went like *EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAHHHHHH* I fucking swear, she's bloody crazy. THEN, She gets on to the bus as if she's like Kayne West or something then she sits in the BEST SEAT OKAY? NEAR THE TV SOMEMORE *shameless!* AND YOU KNOW WHAT? She sat there and ATE A BLOODY PURPLE COLOUR PAO IN THE BUS! ILLEGAL SHIT DUDE! She screeched some unknown language in my ear then she takes the best seat then she decides to sit there and eat her dumbass purple coloured pao while i'm left STANDING. ^%$!#!%$!^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^!$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on............&lt;br /&gt;So, here's MY POST to prove that The Jonas Brothers SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;1. They look more gay as they age.&lt;br /&gt;2. They probably are gay.&lt;br /&gt;3. There was recently a poll about which person influced their (50 15 year old girls) lives more, Jesus or The Jonas brothers and GUESS WHAT? 43 of them picked the Jonas Brothers! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;4. They are gay.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right now the main focua is on point number three. FUCK YEAH. THEY SAID JONAS BROTHERS. HOW GAY CAN THEY BE?? Like they're influencing 15 year old girls to love them more than they love jesus. I FOR ONE LOVE JESUS, even though i'm a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// I think the girls that like the jonas brothers are all faggots, they should be killed and put in Iraq to fight wars rather than putting innocent (hot) guys there to fight. Those faggot girls will each be given an iPod that includes jonas brothers song, i'll also throw in a few Miley Cyrus songs too, they can listen to the songs as they fight (and hopefully die, haha just kiddin') and then if they do they, they'll go to like jonas brothers' heaven, and it's slogan will be "WE HAVE A FAGGOT FOR EVERYONE" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S.// I don't hate the jonas brothers, i just think they're gay. - Nothing Personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383845338694080786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/SrdCz4qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aFcUNAbrJhU/s320/ATL++GLAMOUR+KILLS+TOUR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see...... This is a flyer. For a concert i am obviously not attending, UNLESS one of you buys tickets for me.  :) It'd be really damn special cause it's a day before my birthday.  If ANYONE wants to buy me those tickets (probably not) i swear, everytime i see you, i'll cry tears of joy. Becuase i love you too much to describe in words (what a shit loadda crap)  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.// JILL BUY US SOME TICKETS SO YOU CAN SEE JACK. AND SO I CAN SEE ALEX. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-7006587283426647785?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/7006587283426647785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=7006587283426647785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7006587283426647785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/7006587283426647785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-whislte-bet-you-cant-i-bet-youre.html' title='I can whislte, bet you can&apos;t.  (I bet you&apos;re whistling right now)'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em02VCpPA-8/Src5xDfSDMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CmkXIBxdk90/s72-c/reece+thompson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-8252059157364410582</id><published>2009-09-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:49:04.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you like?</title><content type='html'>Vanessa : " I like jack in the box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack :" I like Caleb in my bed."    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-8252059157364410582?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/8252059157364410582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=8252059157364410582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8252059157364410582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/8252059157364410582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-like.html' title='What do you like?'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547116497536466116.post-3603590383328281427</id><published>2009-09-13T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:24:16.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jack, Dance Forever.</title><content type='html'>Here's a little All Time Low fanfic for ya.  (FOR YOU JILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Take Back To High School Gym Class...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there awkwardly, watching her slim figure move in rhythm with the others.&lt;br /&gt;Though, she still managed to rise above the rest of the lemmings, the rest were typical cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his heart struck a faint thump as the tall, blond, beautiful girl turned to face him.&lt;br /&gt;A fine waxed eyebrow slightly raised, looking at the boy with a disapproving expression.&lt;br /&gt;It was just the look any other cheerleader would give a nerd like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Written On Her Backpack, Jack Loves Jill...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill stood in the courtyard of the rather large High School with her fellow cheerleaders, it was their usual morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;But, due to the fact it was nearing the end of junior year, everyone was crowding her in order to sign her backpack with the little purple sharpie.&lt;br /&gt;He had to sign it as well, it was the only way he could tell her how he felt about her.&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling over to the huge buzzing crowd, he brushed past his fellow students till he stood before Jill.&lt;br /&gt;Almost hesitantly she handed him the little sharpie, as she watched him print the words `Jack loves Jill'.&lt;br /&gt;A round of laughter struck up as the rest of the crowd read the three little words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Hard To Think About That Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The flashbacks of his high school years had only begun, and they had only been in town for one day.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first of many more visions that would haunt him while in the lovely state of Maryland. Oh, how that little nerd had changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill Loves Jack, Cause Jack Got A Fast Car Now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally the start of a brand new year at the little high school, and all the seniors were reuniting on the front stairs, well at least the `important' seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Jill stood there silent, watching as a brand new glistening Porsche pulled up to the curb where usually most students parked their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth almost dropped to the ground as the nerd she knew as Jack Barakat emerged from the car, except he actually looked...&lt;br /&gt;Normal...?&lt;br /&gt;Automatically, she flipped her almost bleached blond hair over her shoulder, making eyes at him, trying to get his attention.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, her little flirtatious movements led Jack on, his heart racing as fast as his mind.&lt;br /&gt;But, of course Jill was only interested in his sudden popularity, and what advantage it would bring to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jack actually put his heart out on the line for this...girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's Staring At His Brand New High Tops...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally time that the whole band had been eagerly awaiting, it was of course their hometown performance.&lt;br /&gt;Jack stood poised in front his microphone, clutching the neck of his white guitar, waiting for the lights to come up, listening to the sound of the screaming crowd.&lt;br /&gt;The bright lights lit up the stage and the band members of All Time Low came alive to the words of `Jasey Rae' flowing from Alex Gaskarth's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;There standing against the metal barricade was the picture perfect Jill, just like a ghost of his past.&lt;br /&gt;She stared up at the man she used to know, her gaze traveled to his brand new neon lime green high tops, her cheeks turning a bright pink color as she jumped up and down.&lt;br /&gt;But, Jack didn't fall for her beauty once again, for he could he the dollar signs almost spark up in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring On The Romance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jack sat at the long white folding table, signing countless items for his adoring fans, his fans were the only thing that kept him going on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a t-shirt was slapped down onto the table right in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;His gaze slowly traveled upwards to meet the amber brown eyes that peered down at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Long time no talk Jack...looking good...” She commented a coy smile crawling onto her lips.&lt;br /&gt;Jack simply rolled his eyes, signing the t-shirt with the words `Jack doesn't love Jill' across the bottom part of the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;“You lost your chance Jill...” He muttered, slamming down the sharpie as the other fans quickly left the room in chatter and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come On, Come On, Come On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jill's brow furrowed in a confused manner, watching him carefully as if he hadn't been speaking in plain English.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, Come on, Jack! We have better things to do...let's go...” An impatient Zack retorted, placing his hands on his hips.&lt;br /&gt;Jack stood up from the table as he brushed past Jill without a word, leaving the girl stunned at the fact of being turned down.&lt;br /&gt;It was finally closure for Jack, there would be no more flashbacks...&lt;br /&gt;No more `what ifs'...&lt;br /&gt;This was the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance Till We Can't Dance...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547116497536466116-3603590383328281427?l=jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/feeds/3603590383328281427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547116497536466116&amp;postID=3603590383328281427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3603590383328281427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547116497536466116/posts/default/3603590383328281427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelinepeppermint.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-jack-dance-forever.html' title='Dear Jack, Dance Forever.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04710466366595808988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
