<?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-31130546</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:37:42.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...bitch quips. savvy?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-116116529830591221</id><published>2006-10-18T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:54:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; BushBoy's BabyNik : where's the frog?! : 43  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cool. i got a paul frank clutch today (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; »  monkeys make me happy. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ∞Matt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what is a "paul frank clutch"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; »  sounds like a designer peddle for a manual car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; BushBoy's BabyNik : where's the frog?! : 43  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well 1) paul frank is a surfer label 2) a clutch a is a bigger version of a purse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;»  hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ∞Matt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wow.. I never knew there was such a thing as a clutch purse thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't you love it how boys are sometimes so adorably clueless as to the female side of things? *giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-116116529830591221?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/116116529830591221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=116116529830591221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/116116529830591221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/116116529830591221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/10/giggle.html' title='*giggle'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-116084133432514912</id><published>2006-10-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:37:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Frog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I swear, these artist types really get me sometimes (except my darling Nikki of course). I was at an art exhibition with her on Thursday night and there was this painting called Frog In The Pond - a mass of green pond plants and wotnot. And there were these pretentious namby pamby people milling around talking about wonderful "Ahhh-rt" and finally when I'd had enough of feeling like a noob I hissed to Nikki - where's the bloody frog?!?! - and in all quiet patience, she calmly points to this TINY camouflaged thing in the far corner. Bloody hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-116084133432514912?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/116084133432514912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=116084133432514912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/116084133432514912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/116084133432514912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/10/wheres-frog.html' title='Where&apos;s the Frog?'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115902132697013430</id><published>2006-09-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:22:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back from my uber hiatus - just been too bloody busy to write.&lt;br /&gt;But for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXYBACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115902132697013430?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115902132697013430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115902132697013430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115902132697013430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115902132697013430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115837626246713023</id><published>2006-09-16T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:48:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Bloody Time...</title><content type='html'>I HAVE THE PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;...but up next, a quick lookback at how the markets have been doing over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think News is getting to me a bit too much. Anyhoo, it's been a week or so since I lasted posted so an update of life is required, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin came and went. *poof* Just like that! We had a really nice dinner on the Friday night that he arrived and a couple of drinks. It was so so good to see him again. He brought his best friends down with him too: Tim-i'm-such-a-he-slut-othy and Da-i-can't-stop-lying-ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as Timothy is completely and utterly penis-crazy, you can imagine what the over-the-table conversation was all about. Penis this, penis that. I enjoyed it! I mean, talking about girls is great, but to be able to discuss MEN for once was... Refreshing, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back early due to COMPLETE exhaustion. We didn't meet the next day, so I went to see Shin. Not much happened really. Didn't go to MoS with them that night because I had to be up really early on Sunday to help my Little Miss and her team get ready for their competition. I was completely exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I did do something on Saturday! I met Daryl for a while to save him from total boredom at some random BBQ. St. Pats boys... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Sunday. After napping for all of half an hour, I went to Bukit Timah to send Justin off. Sad affair. Oh Oh Oh! Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Yours Truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/2souLzv2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/2souLzv2_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's The Boy Of All Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/Timmmyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/Timmmyyyyy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the Lying Bastard (teehee):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/ynG%26Dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/ynG%26Dave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look tiny in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was THAT weekend. My Aunt and Uncle are over from the UK this week! Yay! And Yang's back today too! Double-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major bummers of the week were:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wouldn't go for the Media Nite @ MoS because I don't have my press pass. Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;2) Had to work with Ni-"I'm-good-enough-for-Sri"-sha.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sat back and did nothing whilst Ni"-I-can-have-anyone-I-want"-sha slagged me off about blabbing shite when she brought it all on herself. Can't actually believe I was so well behaved given the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here is a picture of me in the act...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/CIMG0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/CIMG0444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$50, Adamo, please! (:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Boulevard. What pleasant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been paid by work for this month. Not cool. At all. Fck. Wnk. BuGg0r. Shite. Bollocks! And they had such a good track record too! Pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, best get round to actually doing something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an after-blog, I thought I'd add in these little quizzes. Got the link from a random blog and I found it interesting. Bitch will like the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just highlight the big gaps. I tried playing with the html but I couldn't get it to change. Hmph... So... yea, just highlight it to see the numbers/complete set of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Klein Sexual Orientation Grid&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I scored an average of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.57&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" bgcolor="white" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccffcc" height="20" width="99"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="279"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="436"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="382"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heterosexual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bisexual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;"&gt;Homosexual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meaning&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This result can also be related to the Kinsey Scale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0 = exclusively heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 = predominantly heterosexual, incidentally homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2 = predominantly heterosexual, but more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;than incidentally homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 = equally heterosexual and homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4 = predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5 = predominantly homosexual, incidentally heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6 = exclusively homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Summary&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The idea of this excercise is to understand exactly how dynamic a person's sexual orientation can be, as well as how fluid it can be over a person's lifespan. While a person's number of actual homo/heterosexual encounters may be easy to categorize, their actual orientation may be completely different. Simple labels like "homosexual", "heterosexual", and "bisexual" need not be the only three options available to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/kleingrid.php%27" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AND.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;According to my answers, it is likely that I identify as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heterosexual with some homosexuality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or equally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sequential bisexual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heterosexual with some homosexuality: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sequential bisexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heterosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Asexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Concurrent bisexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homosexual with some heterosexuality: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Past heterosexual, currently homosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Past homosexual, currently heterosexual: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality was devised by Larry Kurdek, B. Berkey and T. Perelman-Hall. It is an extension of the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid, recognising that sexual identities can change over time, people can identify with more than one sexual identity, and that asexuality is a valid sexual identity. The Multidimensional Scale of Sexuality was published in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Journal of Homosexuality"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/multidimensional.php%27" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115837626246713023?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115837626246713023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115837626246713023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115837626246713023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115837626246713023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-bloody-time.html' title='About Bloody Time...'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115737206872472557</id><published>2006-09-04T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:14:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (+) Side</title><content type='html'>IMF Media Networking Night @ MoS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around like a bunny on adrenaline*&lt;br /&gt;THIS is what the bloody media should be about! Drinking sessions (like last Friday when we all got drunk at Boulevard) before we proceed straight to work, hung over! Yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Squawk people with their 3am shifts will have to go straight from MoS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Producer said she just wants to replay Squawk so that we can go home and sleep! Haha... &lt;3 my Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;I pinched Adam Baktiar's arse! (I will put the pics up as soon as I get them from Miro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally dragged Bitch out for a night out, but it sucked arse because the place was totally shite. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER go to Club Cube unless you're up for a new mat/minah experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Justin's coming down this weekend (so if I have enough money) then we're heading to MoS. There's WGT too. It looks like it's going to be a busy weekend. Oh my, I can't wait to spend time with him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-o, I HAVE to get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115737206872472557?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115737206872472557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115737206872472557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115737206872472557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115737206872472557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/09/side.html' title='The (+) Side'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115668955024339981</id><published>2006-08-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:39:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Below</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I stood above&lt;br /&gt;Watching the children playing&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Watching the old couples strolling&lt;br /&gt;Heard the wind rustle&lt;br /&gt;Felt the sun&lt;br /&gt;Watched the busses roll away&lt;br /&gt;Heard pleading cries&lt;br /&gt;Felt the  urgency&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xNx&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/31130546-115668955024339981?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115668955024339981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115668955024339981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115668955024339981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115668955024339981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/watching-below.html' title='Watching Below'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115573519154768848</id><published>2006-08-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:33:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains, puh-lease!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what people are thinking. Scratch that, I wonder if they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At work on Monday, I was doing the fashion column and was reading a press release on some new boxers and, I'll paraphrase here, but there was a line about the boxers inviting the wearer (or girlfriend) to discover the "little gems" beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Really askin' for it aren't ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then later in another press release on leopard skin/patent python/zebra print inspired bags, the headline for the release was - get this - Unleash Your Inner Primate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*bangs head on keyboard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&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/31130546-115573519154768848?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115573519154768848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115573519154768848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115573519154768848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115573519154768848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/brains-puh-lease.html' title='Brains, puh-lease!'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115546440742871476</id><published>2006-08-13T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:20:07.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right. In no particular order of importance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) I got the panic of my life earlier this week when a thousand dollar jacket got stained from red jeans when the fashion intern ironed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) My mobile's gone potty and turns off seconds after you flip it open. And the light comes on whenever it wants. Piss-arse. Gonna have to get it serviced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) According to my parents, and sisters (the latter of whom unfortunately, as you will see why, share my room), I've been kicking/screaming/punching a lot in my sleep lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) I never recall any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) That is somewhat on the disturbing side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) I am going to have to cook dinner tonight because the folks are out. God have mercy on our stomachs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In general, nothing of much significance has happened lately. Unless you count my Baby's and my seventh month anniversary. (thought I'd better mention that before he throws a bitchfit - he's about the only person who can outbitch Bitch and I. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5 weeks more till the end of our internships. Thank GAWD, cos I am really starting to hate these pretentious posers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115546440742871476?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115546440742871476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115546440742871476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115546440742871476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115546440742871476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-nothing.html' title='About Nothing'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115529030831769168</id><published>2006-08-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:58:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies.</title><content type='html'>Don't ever let someone walk over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are ARSEWANKS, so stick to ourselves, girls. Populate the Earth with as many men as necessary and let Lesbianism rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildos can do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let go of someone you love either. Fight for your man/woman/lover, if you think it's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115529030831769168?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115529030831769168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115529030831769168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115529030831769168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115529030831769168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/ladies.html' title='Ladies.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115511327119275873</id><published>2006-08-09T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:47:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes.</title><content type='html'>This was something I found on Krystal's blog whilst I was doing my bi-monthly browse. It hit home and for all Bitches who feel like they don't understand wot the hell is going on in that cell-structure some men see fit to call their brain, then read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--**--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine,"&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, he means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest,&lt;br /&gt;He has the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;He is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;He means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;He's with you till your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;He misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--**--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;She is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine,"&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;She is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever,"&lt;br /&gt;She means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;She has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--**--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doesn't that hit home with some of the things you think and feel? I was told last night: I think I've done all that for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melted. Shame it wasn't from Shin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've decided to let you in on a couple of my favourite songs. I've got the office hooked and they've been doing my groovy little hand jive along with it. We were doing it in the Control Room today during a break and the Director, Shan, switched the cam view to us for Europe and they had full glance of us doing our little National Day Victory Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Happy Birthday, Singapore. The only reason I wore red and white was because they're the colours for England too.. *grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the mooosik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top Three:&lt;br /&gt;__1__&lt;br /&gt;Bodyrockers - I like the way you move&lt;br /&gt;__2__&lt;br /&gt;Dandy Worhols - Bohemian like you&lt;br /&gt;__3__&lt;br /&gt;Dope - You spin me right round (like a record)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note to the last song, congratulations to DJ Inquisitive for walking away crowned as the Singapore DMC Champion! He spun us all right round like his clear vinyls last night at Zouk. It was pretty clear halfway through his set that he was going to walk away the winner because he was the ONLY one that could construct a beat and pick up his pace with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you, Leon. Well done and good luck in London where he'll be representing Singapore and competing against all those high flyers from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a few years back, a 15 year old DJ won the championship?! Like... WTF. DJ A-trak (at least I think that's how it's spelt) was amazing. I think I have it somewhere on my PC (yuck), so if you want to take a listen, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different and totally shallow note, did you know that the anchors on the news actually coordinate their clothes?! Hmmm... Christine's in red today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep meaning to post up pictures! Since I'm blogging at work that makes it a little hard. I'll try to remember tonight. Mel bought a new digi cam yesterday so we cam whored at Zouk and ECP. I'll put up pics of us later (minus Kyle because he wasn't there... Nuh uh! I swear! Not there at all! *crosses fingers and bites lip*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How retarded, it's a public holiday and I'm still working. Bloody news. Pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115511327119275873?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115511327119275873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115511327119275873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115511327119275873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115511327119275873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/notes.html' title='Notes.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115494739809764513</id><published>2006-08-07T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:43:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I concur.</title><content type='html'>Following on with Nikki's declaration of love for Miss Japan, I'd like to say that I CON-bloody-CUR!! She was by far the hottest thing on two legs there! Damn all this pro-white shiet (please excuse the fact that I'm half Brit)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silly grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on with the girly side of things, I'd like to wish my beloved Mel a very happy 20th birthday! *kiss kiss grope squeeze cuddle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want the lo-down? Sure, this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a night out, especially since my Sayang was coming back from Indon -except that he didn't. Hmph. But in the end, after a REALLY long day of work, I met Shin at Cine and we went shopping for a birthday present for Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NO clue what to get (although I can think of a million things I could get her now) and my Beloved just can't shop for girls for nuts. To top it all off, Cine doesn't have many great shops. We were already late because I'd only just finished work so rushing around after a long day was not much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally ended up with a cd, sore feet and plenty of pouts (from me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destination: Villa Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review: Awesome ambience. The lighting is soft and chilled. The chair are low and fairly comfy. It's slightly out of the way, so cabbing IS the only option, but hey, who gives a damn?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from feeling completely out of place with the crowd and having an anti-social boyfriend, the beginning of the night wasn't that shabby. Dan, Justin and a couple of others I knew were there, so it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, and a game of charades with whacked rules, I warmed up to Mel and Lennette. I'd met Lennette before but we were far from the best of friends. She's got this amazing bubbly smile and friendly nature that makes you just want to cuddle her ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beloved was anti-social and not feeling too great. Again. (At the risk of saying 'I told you so', I had told him the day before not to drink so much...) Basically that left me to my own devices, so I chatted with Mel and Lennette and we cam whored a lil. Then I moved away to let Missy sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I met Kyle! (: A lil gay diva in his own right with the voice of a cherub and the attitude of the Incarnate, himself. What's not to love?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from Mel's birthday with two people that I know I can talk to, hang out with (AND THEY LIVE IN THE EAST!!! Like... omguhhh!!!) and spend time with more in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I have planned a list of activities that we're going to do: cycling, blading, tanning, clubbing, chilling, cam whoring, exercising (damn I need to work those abs)... The list continues. Did I mention that I smashed her face into her cake? She got me back with cakey legs so I guess we're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and added everyone online and such, and I didn't stop talking to Mel until I fell asleep! So basically, whenever we're both online at home, we've been talking. It's like falling in love all over again! With a girl! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a amazing what can happen over a couple of drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Kyle has a little gay streak in him too! We nearly got kicked out of the place when Kyle and Jared made out... It was mildly amusing because shortly after (or was it before?) our two 'gay' couple pulled down their pants and did a mock doggy on bare skin. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I didn't know where to hide our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, Mel, Lennette, Missy and I sashayed out arm in arm proclaiming lesbianism to be the way forward (where the hell was my Bitch?!) because who needs Men when you have WOmen? (: We ARE les Sexielezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's been a darling too. We've got this multi-lingual relationship thing going on now. Heh... It's kinda cool. I think I'm in love with his voice *school girl giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this fun and games aside though, I miss my Bitch. We met up on Friday for Chippies and a roam around the city. We thought we could grab some peace and quiet in the park by the chopsticks, only to be harassed and photographed by some random dude that was going around picking up rubbish! Boy did we panic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Mel &amp; Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lennette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 RF gayboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Sexielezzies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115494739809764513?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115494739809764513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115494739809764513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115494739809764513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115494739809764513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-concur.html' title='I concur.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115415711637505041</id><published>2006-07-29T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:14:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I officially declare myself infatuated with Miss Japan of Miss Universe 2006 - she came in first runner up. Damn. She can feed me sushi anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Sya..."There's a little lesbian in all of us." Well said babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;xNx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115415711637505041?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115415711637505041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115415711637505041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115415711637505041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115415711637505041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115410011888674590</id><published>2006-07-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:21:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>So.. Following on with our sad-arse Friday night with Trashy Quizzes, I would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend? Are you looking at this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm an ok girlfriend. Damn, I wish you'd  show me that you know it. I can only do my best, yet that still ain't good enough, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFE7F3;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEF4F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's still the Bitches. Well, my Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point though, I feel an awful lot like Lynette from Desperate Housewives. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xNotMuchLovex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115410011888674590?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115410011888674590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115410011888674590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115410011888674590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115410011888674590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115409737279192367</id><published>2006-07-28T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:40:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kinda Blonde Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kelly made me do this. I was purposefully avoiding it. But for the record I'm strawberry blonde. Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Strawberry Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howblondeareyouquiz/strawberry-blonde.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Men see you as flirtatious, but they also see you as a challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Because you're totally fearless and carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You've got the lightheartedness of a blonde, with the attitude of a redhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115409737279192367?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115409737279192367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115409737279192367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409737279192367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409737279192367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kinda-blonde-are-you_28.html' title='What Kinda Blonde Are You?'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115409719640586602</id><published>2006-07-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:33:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trashy Donation.</title><content type='html'>How Blonde Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god, not THAT blonde. Thank you very much. Nikki tried to avoid that quiz,  but I  made her do it.  It's a good thing they didn't ask any technical questions, like: where did you find the code to insert in your blog? Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to answer it. Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Golden Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howblondeareyouquiz/golden-blonde.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see you as flirty and fun, yet deep and thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;You've got all the pizzazz of a blonde...&lt;br /&gt;With the intensity of a brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115409719640586602?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115409719640586602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115409719640586602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409719640586602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409719640586602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-trashy-donation.html' title='My Trashy Donation.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115409628974076032</id><published>2006-07-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:23:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Trashy Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I know its mindless but I'm bored. Teehee. I'm Silly Panties and a Wild Animal Print Bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;And I hereby declare Friday nights Trashy Quiz Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Silly Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/silly-panties.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a goofy, fun loving girl who is always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;You like your panties to be a silly secret - even if only you know.&lt;br /&gt;Men feel instantly relaxed around you, with a little instant chemistry too.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're a goofball, you can be sexy when you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Animal Print Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/animal-print-bra.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild, zany, and even a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;You make every date an unpredictable adventure.&lt;br /&gt;You want a guy who will constantly surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship that's the most insane ride of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115409628974076032?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115409628974076032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115409628974076032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409628974076032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409628974076032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-trashy-quizzes.html' title='More Trashy Quizzes!'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115409480863635505</id><published>2006-07-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:53:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashy Quiz #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lol, I did this quiz because I had nothing better to do on a Friday night and whaddya know, I'm Aqua too. Homophilous Bitches FTW. Eww I just said FTW. And I did it again! Argh! *runs far farrrrr away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#336666; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#339999; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00CCCC; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00FFFF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#339999;"&gt;AQUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xNx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115409480863635505?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115409480863635505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115409480863635505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409480863635505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115409480863635505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/trashy-quiz-1.html' title='Trashy Quiz #1'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115401073205378430</id><published>2006-07-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:32:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does It Take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What does it take for everything to fall into place? What does it take for uncertainty to diminish? What takes it take for stability to be the constant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm past being angry. I'm just worn, unsettled and waiting for an end to the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I don't take to fluctuation too well...not that we can be blamed, when things get the way they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bitches ain't goin nowhere without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xNx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115401073205378430?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115401073205378430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115401073205378430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115401073205378430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115401073205378430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-does-it-take.html' title='What Does It Take?'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115392552586214159</id><published>2006-07-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:52:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Contrary to somewhat popular belief manifested by some people who call themselves friends and family, I am not a porcelain doll that will break at the slightest blow. I’ve been messed around with, sheltered, lied to and deceived enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So when I say be honest with me about how you feel, good and bad (and in this case I’m ranting about the bad), I’D REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DO. Whether I’m depressed or not isn’t an excuse. What’s the point of only partially telling me how you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of all people, I need you to provide something real and I thought you knew that because I’ve told you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nikki – no sodding x’s because I feel far from bloody affectionate now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115392552586214159?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115392552586214159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115392552586214159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115392552586214159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115392552586214159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115391974454317037</id><published>2006-07-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:15:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, too many thoughts for me to handle. Thoughts that are vague and leave me hung in painful place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do you deal with something as indelible as your sexuality when the person you love doesn't love you for it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do you explain that its not their inadequacy as a lover - because that is far, far from the truth - but just a part of you that's always been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you ignore it and hope it goes away - and hurt from the frustration when it still fights inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you live for the person you are - albeit conscious of the pain it inflicts on your Beloved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you supposed to make a choice - not really knowing if that will stay, because you're dealing with something so delicate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do you react when you understand how he feels - but need to be heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it acceptance or mere tolerance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How can you say you accept someone you love - but want to turn them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you force yourself to change for the sake of your relationship - or painstakingly resolve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you see it as change or adaptation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How do you react when either way, both paths seem to inflict pain on one or the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What is unconditional love when you say our relationship risks deteriorating if you let me be who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sit back and watch me hurt or step outside of yourself for a while and try to see the struggle within me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How can you leave me to make a choice when all is vague?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115391974454317037?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115391974454317037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115391974454317037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115391974454317037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115391974454317037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115385324516371510</id><published>2006-07-26T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:47:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Implosion.</title><content type='html'>This is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I want to be:&lt;br /&gt;Happy, joyous, wild and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;Loved and treasured by all around,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed and cuddled 'til heaven is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I want to be:&lt;br /&gt;Empowered and successful due to my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;With love for my family and neighbours too,&lt;br /&gt;Compassion and understanding despite my blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, all I find&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the ruin and rubble,&lt;br /&gt;Is a girl raw and fresh&lt;br /&gt;With a mind highly troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seeks a higher power&lt;br /&gt;To give alleviate her pain,&lt;br /&gt;Yet all she receives&lt;br /&gt;Is that hurt over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I really am:&lt;br /&gt;Torn and confused, weary and drab.&lt;br /&gt;No strength nor fervor to fight another day,&lt;br /&gt;Just solitary silence in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I really am:&lt;br /&gt;Lost and frightened in a place like a trap.&lt;br /&gt;Expending all I have in hopes I'll eventually gain&lt;br /&gt;The love and success that I seek, minus the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish no implosion on any person. Nikki and I implode with disasterous effects. Our boys suffer the brunt and for that, I wish I could somehow find a way of expressing how I feel without taking it out on myself so harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poem is no more perfect than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible person sometimes. I really can't stand the fact that I know I'm losing my temper, but I'm not totally sure why. I'm not totally sure whether it's justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soar beautifully for a while, then suddenly I EXPLODE. I burst into flames! I roar with the heat. Then I fade out. I simmer down to a flicker. Then all that it left, is a pile of ash. Solitary. Quiet. Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly... I rise. I rise. I am born again from my weakness and I truly become beautiful once more. Everything goes back to being the lovely way it was. As if nothing ever happened. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could break out of this cycle. I just want to be happy. I've tried so hard to just let it go. To detatch myself. To no longer put so much energy into showing how I care. Be it love, work, friendship. It doesn't work that way. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for accepting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the boyfriends that help us through the shit times, although you don't always know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115385324516371510?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115385324516371510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115385324516371510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115385324516371510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115385324516371510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/implosion.html' title='Implosion.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115355102430614331</id><published>2006-07-22T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:50:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanya's Link.</title><content type='html'>You think you have problems? Shut up and quit complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya phrased it well, so I won't try to reconstruct it. But do take a look. It just makes me want to earn a helluva lot of money and go to Africa to help. To make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, just go and take a look. Then ask yourself: What am I doing to change this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifuldeaddoll.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-tears-should-be-for-someone-else.html"&gt;Those Tears Should Be For Someone Else&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115355102430614331?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115355102430614331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115355102430614331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115355102430614331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115355102430614331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/tanyas-link.html' title='Tanya&apos;s Link.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115340315993641187</id><published>2006-07-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:45:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/1600/bootycall-2228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/400/bootycall-2228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I found this on urbandictionary.com, and highly recommend the site when you need a little amusement. As I said, I have bugger all to do at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mmmmm Vanilla Fudge from Harrod's...*bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&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/31130546-115340315993641187?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115340315993641187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115340315993641187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115340315993641187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115340315993641187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheeky.html' title='Cheeky!'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115340236767124674</id><published>2006-07-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:32:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time, Shall We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Righto. Last night Blogger wouldn't change my font from black to white which was highly annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bitch and I had dinz last night then I got my bracelet tightened, the lovely bloke wrestled with the pliers and fixed it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Steering clear of the shops proved futile while I waited for Bitch to get to the city. Tanya (who looks gorgeous with her new 'do) insisted I get this cream jumper with a sequinned Pink Panther. The butch instore looked perturbed as I popped in a total of three times that evening - alone, and with Tanya and Kelly separately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaking of butches, I swear we've missed a coming out convention - they are EVERYWHERE! In pairs, trios, groups, everywhere! Not that I'm complaining. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have bugger all to do at work these days except surf the net and email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, Neil Humphreys (very hilarious Brit author) was on my Dad's show yesterday and signed me a copy of his new book! (: *hugs self and beams silly clutching book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115340236767124674?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115340236767124674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115340236767124674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115340236767124674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115340236767124674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-time-shall-we.html' title='One More Time, Shall We?'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115330260277795066</id><published>2006-07-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:55:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Top Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/jack.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Witty, yummy, mysterious...&lt;br /&gt;Brit accent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What more could you want?! I would marry him in an instant. NOT Johnny Depp, but Captain Jack Sparrow. There's just something about him that makes not only Elizabeth want him, but me too!! *pouts &amp; stomps foot!!* I WANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, my next yummy candidate is more mellow. I think it's the nerdy business thing that I'm attracted to. The good boy (although I much prefer bad boys) thing has done it -for like, the first time ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I blame CNBC for nerdifying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here he comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/ross.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ross Westgate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An anchor for Worldwide exchange in Europe for CNBC. I couldn't find a picture with him wearing his glasses, but I thought this one would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's a little chubby, but he looks so... Innocent. And intelligent. And charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's got a serious intense kinda look that makes you want to just pull a funny face to see if he'll crack! He has this charming side smile that I ADORE. A boyish charm, almost. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those are my Top Two at the moment. Ross temporarily pushed Hugh Grant from the picture, but not for long. So I welcome Ross and Jack (I refuse to call him Depp because it's not Depp I love, it's Jack) to my Top Men of the Month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nikki and I should start that. We'll rank the Top Ten Men at the end of the month and post them up for you. We'll even try and dedicate a page to it! (If we can work out how!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of which, I'm meeting the Bitch for dinner!! Yayyyy... I swear we're becoming a married couple. With conversations like: "So, how was your day, love?" or "What would you like for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a funny old world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xKx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115330260277795066?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115330260277795066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115330260277795066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115330260277795066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115330260277795066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115323026803448466</id><published>2006-07-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:44:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeenk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/1600/DSC05796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/200/DSC05796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I did ma nails hot pink (: Okay except in this pic they're more like red. Ohwell (: (: (: No, I'm not high on acetone. Although it has happened before and it got quite amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I was at the Hilton Arcade about to return some stuff  to Balenciaga when these two Japanese tourist ladies jumped (and I'm not exaggerating) in front me and blinked in amazement at the two massive Balenciaga bags I was holding and went "Oohh...Balenciaga...You can show us where?" So like the kind soul I was I told them to follow me and the bloke in the store chuckled as he saw two of them trailing me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On another entirely different note, why is it that people can't dress properly here? I saw a lady on the train today who was wearing fake Gucci print shoes (if that's bad enough, it wasn't even the fake Gucci label, it was some random acronym) in khaki-ish brown, dark blue jeans with a black-grey-white polka dotted belt, a while top with grey scribblings, a cream (or more like expired mayo) tote with grey prints, FAKE looking grey contacts....and...wait for it - a NEON ORANGE bra under her top. Tacky doesn't even begin it. I would have snapped a photo to illustrate how painful it was, but I would probably have gotten my face smashed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's all the randomosity I have for you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ooh, and Haribo gummies are the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oooh and season 3 of the OC returns tonight. That makes up for Desperate Housewives ending in three weeks. *sniff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115323026803448466?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115323026803448466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115323026803448466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115323026803448466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115323026803448466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/peeenk.html' title='Peeenk'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115321649256566535</id><published>2006-07-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:05:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patents.</title><content type='html'>Cadbury fights for colour rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Cadbury had patented their rich, luscious purple some years back. So when they discovered that Darryl Lee (they make yummy licorice) was using the same shade, they went off their rocker and have tried to start up a law suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a study done recently, a sample set were asked what company they thought of when they were shown a specific shade of green (obviously this wasn't done in Singapore otherwise the result would have been something like: Starhub lorrrr...) and the majority said 'BP' (British Petroleum). However when they did the same test to the same sample set, this time with the Cadbury's purple, hardly any of them associated the colour with the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking this through with Sri after his hit on this issue, we thought about all the brand and market recognition and whether it really is as important as everyone's making it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you to name a company that you associate with white, I'm sure most of you -like all of those that I asked at work today- would say Mac/Apple/iPod (despite the diverse range of colours now available for the iPod mini and nano).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny eh? Well, not really when you think about it. Just goes to show the power of marketing and actually how much it does affect us on a day to day basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally shallow note, I started wondering what colour I would patent. I want a colour to call my own. Looking back at yesterday's post, I realised that Aqua would probably be the best shade for me. It's bright and exuberant but not too over the top (plus it'll match my skin tone no matter how it tans/fades). I don't think I'd have any of the shades that were shown, but I know I'd want one that really rich. The aqua equivalent of the Cadbury's purple? Yea, that's about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was as close as I could get, but it's still not quite there. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Ok scrap that colour. I'm too indecisive. I want all the colours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF2000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF4000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF8000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF9300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFA600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFB900;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFB900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFA600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF9300;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF8000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF4000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF2000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DFFF00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#BFFF00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9FFF00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80FF00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60DF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#40BF00;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#209F00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#209F00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#40BF00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60DF00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80FF00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9FFF00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#BFFF00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DFFF00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0020FF;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0040FF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0060FF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0080FF;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009FFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00BFFF;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00DFFF;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00DFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00BFFF;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009FFF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0080FF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0060FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0040FF;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0020FF;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0080;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF009F;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00BF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00DF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00FF;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DF00FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#BF00FF;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9F00FF;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9F00FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#BF00FF;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DF00FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00FF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00DF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00BF;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF009F;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0080;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#909090;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#A0A0A0;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#B0B0B0;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CFCFCF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DFDFDF;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#EFEFEF;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#EFEFEF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#DFDFDF;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CFCFCF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#B0B0B0;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#A0A0A0;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#909090;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115321649256566535?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115321649256566535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115321649256566535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115321649256566535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115321649256566535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/patents.html' title='Patents.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115312753763860922</id><published>2006-07-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:44:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>What happens when boredom hits and you don't have anything to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do stupid quizzes of course!!&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, something's wrong, I can't seem to post any of the damn quizzes I've done. THIS IS WHY I'M PRO-MAC!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#336666; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#339999; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00CCCC; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00FFFF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#339999;"&gt;AQUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. Even the most nonsensical ones that ask irrelevant stuff turn out to be accurate. Strange, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115312753763860922?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115312753763860922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115312753763860922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115312753763860922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115312753763860922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115306450228772116</id><published>2006-07-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:41:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Value.</title><content type='html'>Sentimental Value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon departure, it's fairly common to give the one left behind a thing of sentimental value. Something the lonesome one can hold onto with hope that their beloved will return to claim the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets work on this 'sentimental value'  phrase. It's usually something that has been in one's possession for a fair amount of time. Something that... Well hang on a second, let me tell you what it isn't. Or even better!! Let me show you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the pleasure, nay -the honour, of introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/ynG-took010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/ynG-took010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks. Upon his departure (whilst we were roaming around Parkway looking for baby toys for my neice/second cousin -wotever you wish to call it), my Beloved presented me with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very conventional, not very sentimental (it was bought whilst we were shopping that day) and not very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&lt;br /&gt;It was something he said he'd come back for (wait... isn't he supposed to come back for me?!?!) and yes, he did piece it together over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;Jack.&lt;br /&gt;(*schoolgirl giggle* Yes, he is named after Captain Jack Sparrow. Who else would I name him after? After all, Captain Jack IS so very yummy. Naming him after my Beloved would just be cheesy. I miss him, but not that much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/ynG-took015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/ynG-took015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a swash-buckler. Sighhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115306450228772116?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115306450228772116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115306450228772116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115306450228772116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115306450228772116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/sentimental-value.html' title='Sentimental Value.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115305884722743062</id><published>2006-07-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:07:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/1600/DSC05792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6610/2230/320/DSC05792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;We were talking about hyphenating maiden and married names. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;i might &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;depends on who &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yeah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;AIN'T UR NAME BLOODY LONG ENOUGH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yeah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; »  but....itd be nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  vancuylenburg-pleuger. god. two very heavy names &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;ohwell &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the kid'd be a drugged up nazi &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and possibly a confused homo &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yup &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; »  or a hooker &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; »  good luck to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;or all of the above &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's LadyNik [ *Coldplay...bitchquips.blogspot ]  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;"now darling, i know mommy's skanky, but youre a bit much" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k`Ly.³ - succubus - ...bitchquips.blogspot. savvy? *  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hahahhahahahhahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And that's a candle Mom and Dad got in London. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&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/31130546-115305884722743062?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115305884722743062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115305884722743062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115305884722743062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115305884722743062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/babble.html' title='Babble'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115295931364027795</id><published>2006-07-15T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:28:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Truth</title><content type='html'>For those who've ever wondered if the rumours are true, I take time out now to clarify that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes reporters do go minimal down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/1600/ynG-took005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3058/1936/320/ynG-took005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115295931364027795?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115295931364027795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115295931364027795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115295931364027795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115295931364027795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-truth.html' title='The REAL Truth'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31130546.post-115295051701054681</id><published>2006-07-15T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:03:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchdom Arrives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hello boys girls and everyone inbetween,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is our little enclave of ponderings. Do what you like, we'll be having the final say around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Enjoy and Bitch on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;xNx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/31130546-115295051701054681?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115295051701054681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115295051701054681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115295051701054681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115295051701054681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitchdom-arrives.html' title='Bitchdom Arrives'/><author><name>LadyNik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04611671950599050826</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-31130546.post-115289609302128572</id><published>2006-07-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T15:21:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...we bitch.</title><content type='html'>...we Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first installment of many more to come. We'll build this up and take you through our meaningless meanderings and also, in little under a year, our adventures as we brave the wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a collection of our quips. So shut it. We'll be doing the bitching around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31130546-115289609302128572?l=bitchquips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/feeds/115289609302128572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31130546&amp;postID=115289609302128572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115289609302128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31130546/posts/default/115289609302128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchquips.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-bitch.html' title='...we bitch.'/><author><name>萤</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06574225792427604631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.waddekao.com/files/Kelly/Photo%2086a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
