<?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-2833869153810720081</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:11:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurls r NoThin buT tRoubLe...YeAh!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-1504680766263869974</id><published>2010-05-24T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:06:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities</title><content type='html'>Im extremely insecure.... I really am. I mean I know how much my huny star loves me but the fact he still (at least dats wad he tells me) loves his ex is making me doubt even myself. Perhaps im thinking too much... perhaps im just being paranoid.. but seriously, if you have a fiance who says that to u... u wld b in d same boat as me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure  why we got engaged if he still loves her... (I mean are u being fair being engaged wif sb else but still have feelings for the other?) I highlight that this is not like the normal im in a relationship i just got out from another so its normal for me to feel that way... this relationship is the im freaking engaged  and wad the F*$# are u doing having feelings like that and admitting it to an already insecure fiancee... wad were u thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puhleez.... its not as if I dun understand wad he is trying to say when he tells me they have a history blah blah blah... im not being disrespectful or wadever. Trust me... its just dat that chapter of u have closed and a new one has open.... the feelings and history is not eradicated yes but it should at least be just dat HISTORY in another word memories over and done with.. d thing is he made it sound as if its still underlying there on the surface threaten to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly its not a very nice foundation to be built on... I cant have my future husband professing his love to another when we are gonna get married. I mean wad if ryte now u still say ure love for her is still there, wad will it be when we marry later.... it will obviously b there.... Im afraid.... im  really afraid... im scared he says i dun understand but he just dun undestand my feelings.. I mean imagine if the situation was reversed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1504680766263869974?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1504680766263869974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1504680766263869974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1504680766263869974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1504680766263869974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2010/05/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-1207312539774077488</id><published>2010-05-19T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:40:24.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You WIN</title><content type='html'>there are some people out there I would really love to congratulate.... Afterall they won what they have fought to achieve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to a certain someone.. u have managed to eradicate me out of ure life. are u happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats u for making me so freakin jealous... for making me think that im not so competent as compared to u... for making me doubt myself everytime im wif him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to all those people who once tot I couldnt hold a job that requires me to be outdoors... that im the type who belonged in the office. Ive got news... I did all the things that ure sorry pretty nail polishes wont even dream of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly congrats are in order to mu hunny for actually loving me and making the very girl who said she wont settle down till 27 settle down with the love of her life.... So what if some people are hesitant about us. Fact is it is up to us to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf of d congrats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics is a scary sight at work. I love my team.... its just sad that if the head goes the rest wld not sit too well with the second in command to be in charge.. then all would go and me to be left behind. and I will b d scapegoat. im scared. My hunny star doesnt understand d dilemma im in. Whatever I do he would doubt. Cuz to him, he has nvr seen in before. I hate to fight him over small things... But I dunnoe how else to explain to him so he would trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help in life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1207312539774077488?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1207312539774077488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1207312539774077488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1207312539774077488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1207312539774077488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-win.html' title='You WIN'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-5632166031929479097</id><published>2010-05-18T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:37:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life in the force isnt all rosy and a piece of cake.. There is this constant  drama going on and happening all around everyday. I have start a new chapter and a new beginning of my life. I love what I am building out of myself and all the career changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im 21(legally an adult) and I am engaged... hehe.. this new revelation is really a surprise for everybody even to my parents who really think im still too small to get married. People say its fast.. but I tell them so wad? I love my hunny star so much but yet again people dun understand y... People ask me but his indian, not very good looking.... NEWSFLASH!!! To me, he is the cutest and most understanding guy I have ever met. and he loves me thats d bonus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuf of all the drama wif guys I need to support finally like my sister tells me almost everyday; Im lucky I finally got sb who will support and look after me financially and give me the security I deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the downside of this is, my hunny star has an ex gf of so many years (9 I think.. actually) and I dunnoe if he is still into her or still thinking about her. The comparison sometimes (although he will tell me he is not comparing; But HUNNY it feels like a comparison) makes me feel extremely insecure and worthless.... As it is I have insecurity issues since d last cheating fiasco. I hate feeling that way. But I guess being a guy; he is ignorant or I would like to put it unaware of this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is although he believe one day I would cheat on him, he is wrong... I value my hunny star so much, I would never ever cheat on him. Afterall he is my one and only... My soulmate... For those people who have not found the soulmate yet... Not to worry.... sometimes it takes a very unexpected event to find your dearest soulmate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5632166031929479097?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5632166031929479097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5632166031929479097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5632166031929479097'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3678217289211200916</id><published>2009-05-26T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:54:50.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiesLiesLiesLies</title><content type='html'>Dear Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u a secret. What do u do when a jealous [or rather bitter] ex gf comes 2 haunt ure relationship which u thought was built based on trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) believe her&lt;br /&gt;b) confront ure bf&lt;br /&gt;c) rant at him&lt;br /&gt;d) trust ure bf wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ans? b and d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if I dun trust my bf. I do, im so nuts about him. But fact is.. I always believe there are loads [more like pots n pots] of things that I believe [its a gut feeling] that he keeps from me. I dun mean to pry but I always believe if ure as honest as I am wif u, u wif me.. things would slowly come to an understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So back to the issue of the Ex.. I dun know why is his ex bitter. Cant she grasp the fact that its over means its over? [she is dumb in many ways..] Note: in my vocab this means u dun ask anymore money n wads past remains there. I mean seriously wad do u have 2 gain by pulling all this drama? Make me have trust issues with my bf? PLS.... if she only knew how much I truSt him completely..  Mayb she wants 2 b d centre of attention.. It makes me wonder why does my bf defend her actions so much.. If he does, does it mean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is still in love with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is naive and thinks if he defend her, she will b nice back 2 him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is just too nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This confuses me. I think my bf should know how lucky he is when many other girls in this position wouldn have even bother with an explaination and just walk off of d relationship...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trusting my bf doesnt mean im wearing blinkers ppl.. I know how much he has problems with the oogling and sometimes this makes me feel way inadequate. I understand and get this feelings sometimes that he has a crush with other girls n prob is cheeky with some other girls.. Yes, im jealous. But I always believe that given time, he will understand dat wad he doesnt want me 2 do to him, i hope he wont do it 2 me.. Someday at least I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born optimistic... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-3678217289211200916?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/3678217289211200916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=3678217289211200916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3678217289211200916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3678217289211200916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2009/05/lieslieslieslies.html' title='LiesLiesLiesLies'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-5368059943619613369</id><published>2008-07-21T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:36:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Aiming SkiLLs</title><content type='html'>Today was another day in this god awful miserable life... Well its not always awful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back wif my boyfriend today. He went all weird when he told me he wanted to go home straight. Stubborn boy.... told him sick dun eat ice cream or cold things.. he just couldnt resist abstaining from it.. [especially since i quote  "It was Offered to me."] he simply couldnt refuse; even if it is for his good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..... what today is all about was my fall from utter grace. *awkward* ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend said I got a problem when i kiss him everytime. he said I din knoe how to aim properly...  Poor aiming skills. I end up giving him a kiss in an awkward angle and not full on d lips. OK!!! I was feeling a bit embarassed at my lackthereof skills in kissing [if that is to b believed] but his lack of subtility made me wonder izzit really that bad my aiming skills? [oh GoD!!!] how embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted slightly at his sudden outburst after we parted [after d kiss that is] I apologised. What u have me do? I guess mayb they could hold a "How to aim properly when u kiss" class so I would learn how to kiss his lips instead of halfway kissing it. Pls! dun laugh hor.... [like u know how to kiss any better..] It made me wonder though.. if I were to ask my boyfriend to rate me in the kissing department out of 10, would he give me a fail? I doubt I want to know d ans. Imagine if every person u kiss rate u and tell it to ure face how u kiss... It would b so embarassing.. [well unless of course ure so cocky enuf to believe u kiss like prince charming]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haiz* diz gives me an even better excuse to stay at home and mop around and read more self help books online on how to kiss ure boyfriend. [wait a minute] mayb he was just messing around with me cuz he could be fed up dat Im too lazy or in a hurry to kiss him properly ryte? I mean come on, we have been together for so long.... Dun tell me only now he wanna tell me that ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isnt so bastard or an ass wad... Im his gf afterall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5368059943619613369?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5368059943619613369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=5368059943619613369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5368059943619613369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5368059943619613369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-aiming-skills.html' title='Poor Aiming SkiLLs'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-4802495420476478065</id><published>2008-07-20T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:22:47.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally... after a long time, I get to steal a whole day of my boyfriend's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched d movie Dark knight; batman.... Damn nice.. It din actually irked me watching d movie in a not so back seat. [actually it was as long as it was wif my bf] *aww....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my boyfriend looked as if he was rushing.. *sad* we din get to Bugis although i insisted....... He said it wasnt dat important so he said next time. We din buy for him dat pants cuz he said he din wanna try in shoes n jeans.. He say troublesome.. [I was like.. :s] what really is d trouble? I dun find anything troubling really but then again girls n guys r differ in a lot of ways.. mayb diz is 1 of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment sometimes takes a toll on relationships...&lt;br /&gt;Yes i did survived a scare when I went out wif my friend who is a guy but some ppl who saw us tot we were an item and I broke up wif my boyfriend already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl it aint funny....... It was a serious no joke matter. So pls if u think of bringing d matter up wif my boyfriend, when u c me [if u c me] wif another guy, ask me 1st. Dun jump in2 conclusion. U almost wrecked my relationship silly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get diz: I love my boyfriend a lot... So much.. He is everything to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is d possesive type.. So pls dun try 2 make things complicated by telling him sth which is not true. i treasure our relationship a lot.. I guess which is y it made d weekend esp nice [a reprive from everything] Also cuz we celebrated our 22 months anniversary on dat day... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSB is a sucky place to work or go on attachment at. im so jealous dat shawn, sara n sb else who doesnt even deserve d place [ u should know who im refering to] went to infineum... Can u believe dat they r gg 2 straits kitchen wif d company paying them? Lucky2 them.... remind me again why r they so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey at least I can count myself fortunate ryte? come in @ 830 when supposedly to be at 8 and finish @ 530 when suppose 2 @ 5.... *hehe* call it whatever u like; no integrity or blah3 [fact is; nbd cares cuz im just an intern] John n dan n brendan dun jealous hor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-4802495420476478065?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/4802495420476478065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=4802495420476478065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4802495420476478065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4802495420476478065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-7149637605567911308</id><published>2008-07-10T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:42:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I duNNoe wad d heLL is wrong wif my bloG.... But really it does irks me when it cant load properly... haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-7149637605567911308?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/7149637605567911308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=7149637605567911308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7149637605567911308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7149637605567911308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dunnoe-wad-d-hell-is-wrong-wif-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-1855123420808263956</id><published>2008-05-29T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:35:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After CPTC, life goes on.. all d memories [lets just say we shall put aside] here are some pics to mourn about d loss of good Times in Jurong Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZv-h2KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZcQ3K24zPgg/s1600-h/strong+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617353360005282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZv-h2KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZcQ3K24zPgg/s200/strong+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZf-h2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnLxPmjzDhY/s1600-h/TP1+girls+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617349065037954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZf-h2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnLxPmjzDhY/s200/TP1+girls+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZv-h2JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yUC9h11wn10/s1600-h/TP1+girls+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617353360005266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZv-h2JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yUC9h11wn10/s200/TP1+girls+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RYf-h2GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kHsu8KgUdUE/s1600-h/P1040147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617331885168738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RYf-h2GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kHsu8KgUdUE/s200/P1040147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZf-h2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnLxPmjzDhY/s1600-h/TP1+girls+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZf-h2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/JnLxPmjzDhY/s1600-h/TP1+girls+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just too many so u c d slides hor..... 1 thing I wont miss is waking up early in d morning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so a new dawn awakes for us to find ourselves trapped in the spiral of SIP..... well @ least what I can be overjoyed about is d fact that I will earn around $500 only... [wad? $500 only?] ya i know... so pathetic. actually looking at the brighter side of d sky, i dun need to do in-house SIP.. Which comes to the actual reason now why i even bother to blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lecturers are a bunch of bitches n bastards... u wanna know y? What izzit wif GPA... people? It doesnt make a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;person clever or brighter than the rest of us human race trying to cope in a less than formidable way. So why d favouritism?? I mean seriously.. u can screw ure 1st year but ure later years in school u did bettter.. dun tell me u still have to judge by ure GPA which combine is being brought down cuz u fuck ure previous yr results in school? C there is d flaw in d so called perfect system of how lecturers' brain works. Mayb when they group people or give people a chance they should look at which subject that person is strong at.. cuz if u c d results base on overall..... u cant find d strength in the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For an intelligent bunch of peopl, they are really dweebs.. Or I reckon they chose 2 b plain ignorant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RYf-h2GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kHsu8KgUdUE/s1600-h/P1040147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1855123420808263956?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1855123420808263956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1855123420808263956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1855123420808263956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1855123420808263956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/SD4RZv-h2KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZcQ3K24zPgg/s72-c/strong+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-2538798332302879886</id><published>2008-01-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:23:43.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Elation and pride just cant describe when my baby n my classmates actually beat d year 3 team to go to the semi final round.... n only minutes l8r to beat my old school mates [most frm Biomed] to get 2nd in the soccer competition. Wad made me even more happy was my baby scored d penalty although d team lost eventually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I mean come on.. not many people could concentrate wif d idiot rowdy crowd...... Im glad my baby did well but im equally glad dat d team work together to get second... MArk Tan can shut up now!!!!! [in ure face loser...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*UpseT* I dun understand myself.... Do u ever get d feeling of failure when u know u already study for something and end up u blew d paper.... Its freakin irritating especially since I was confident of d paper!!!! *haiz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2538798332302879886?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2538798332302879886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2538798332302879886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2538798332302879886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2538798332302879886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/01/elation-and-pride-just-cant-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6256096131603898210</id><published>2008-01-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:18:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upgrade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FinallY... [after 3 months of slogging] nearing 4 months, I finally upgraded to hostess... Stress job actually... but its gr8 when ure not required to do any work except lead the guests in and bid goodbye when they leave. [sadly] I have not been attending work 4 3 weeks already. A lot of things n a lot of new faces can be seen.... I was shocked but yet glad dat d opportunity made me more senior then d rest...[in terms of part time seniority.. haha...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dat Irritated wif my boyfriend. He expects me to answer everytime he calls. But when I call him he doesn't ans. [ok..]it is not his fault that he fell asleep. Afterall he is tired ryte. But he said he would wait 4 my call... oh well.. such petty things. N he talk like he think Im not happy wif him, so he equally is not happy wif me. Screams: PeTTy.... [I know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StrEss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of ways to pass my PIA. Cant afford to fail dat subject. It seems dat I alwas have very little time to source for information and find the ryte ans. Am i being terrible or just plain useless. My boyfriend told me 1nce dat I never made an effort to at least study or do well in any of my core subjects. Correction: NOT true! I do but the amount I put in cant be help that sometimes is lesser than what I do for other subjects. Its not say IM very interested in the subjects. Chemistry is just not my cup of tea. Butits not as if sayong I dun make the effort at all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to take my basic theory next month. I dun care if my dad is willing to pay for me cuz heed not, i am still registering. For goodness sake im 19 n have not even taken my license. Just bacuz of my dad disapproving due to one mistake. HaH! wait till he find out that I have rode on a bike before... [tots..] imagine his HorrOR..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6256096131603898210?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6256096131603898210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6256096131603898210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6256096131603898210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6256096131603898210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/01/upgrade.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6268825194160551217</id><published>2008-01-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:06:18.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does suck sometimes when things dun go ure way sometimes. FinaLLY!!! my laptop can be use. Virus free n all dat crap. Poor thing though dat Zi Hao got banned to surf internet in school.. *thinking* my guess is he surf some porn staff but was too shy to admit after we asked him a lot of times... *JK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Donna n Dannies for FINALLY being an item after chasing around d bush 4 more than god knows how many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope dat I get chosen to go to Adelaide. U c somehow.. Im not concern about anything except one thing which is if they ask me about my GPA.. doesnt it suck dat GPA will 4ever b my main concern. I mean seriously.. U may b smart but doesnt mean ure good ryte in d working world... *mantra* I shall not be fazed.. if i can dazzle them then who knows... I might get dat golden ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really sad though if i get to go.. I mean I have a boyfriend.... I trust him although I know in my absence he may find another girl he might b interested in.. But hey, wad is a relationship wif out its ups and downs and d distance we have to put up wif.. Afterall its been like 14 mths we r 2gether so it would serve as a test 4 us both..... [how prosiac...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6268825194160551217?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6268825194160551217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6268825194160551217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6268825194160551217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6268825194160551217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-suck-sometimes-when-things-dun-go.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-4797799822661816238</id><published>2007-11-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:11:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how the story ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is how dat story.. d 1 wif all d fairy tales ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TragicaLly... F*** d happy endings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyhow.. Things wif Shawn r fine.. As always they always will be eventually. but he broke his promise on something he said long time ago. I guess it was coming given d way he hates how things are sometimes. I was sad but i guess we dun need to wait dat long to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tragic dat CAG haven watched porn in his whole life. I mean which guy [excluding him of course doesnt?] Even Gary has! PooR thing. I think he is as innocent as Donna is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Donna got a shock of her life when I told her how horny Dan is. But wat really made my day was she didnt know wad was cum... Which prompted me to think on how much time she spent on maths till she forgot about d world she left behind.... Poor Girl. Socially deprived. It took Li Min to explain to her thoroughly in Chinese before she could understand. her face was so contorted it was a laughable sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I miss someone dear so badly. It actually hurts. Its not fair dat i dun get to see this person as often as I would nowadays. In fact i dun get to see this person at all most times. I get frustrated and it irks d hell out of me. maybe its purposely. U would know who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-4797799822661816238?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/4797799822661816238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=4797799822661816238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4797799822661816238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4797799822661816238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-how-story-ends.html' title='this is how the story ends'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-5054689009329424141</id><published>2007-11-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:11:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do u do when u suffer utter humiliation? [of course from non other than ure boyfriend...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do i say he's too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Afterall who is he to say and yell at me like dat. [to shout, its a strong word...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yesterday, In UO class he yell very loudly. Probably flustered at me over d calculations dat I couldnt get such a simple ans and he wasnt happy wif d way I wrote my workings. Dats fine wif me, but&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; [honestly?] need u yell, till i bet d whole class would hear. Its as if I have been such an incompetent idiot dat I need him to drill n tell me to write my workings properly n calculate using 0.5 and not 1/2. &lt;/span&gt;I was upset n humiliated. [its as simple as dat.] I dont think he likes me doing dat to him. How could he do something similar to me? U bet I was tearing. [I didnt let him c how much his words affected me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lately something has been missing in my relationship.&lt;/span&gt; I cant finger the cause but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its a strain watching something so precious disintegrate like ashes.&lt;/span&gt; Its pure and utter torture to be in a relationship but yet sometimes feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So what do u do when ure boyfriend doesnt hold ure hands anymore?&lt;/span&gt; What does dat sign means? Obvious ans: He is not interested in u anymore. But with my boyfriend... I don't even know him lately anymore. [n u think u knew him much beta] We don't spend time with each other anymore. I can even count the number of times we spend time with each other. Scarce! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What takes centre stage nowadays is Counter strike and Warcraft.... Maybe I should tell him dat &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if he wants so much time with them its beta off him being single. &lt;/span&gt;[after reading this, he will surely be livid.] He will of course come and tell me why I not happy... why, I want break up izzit? I can forsee all of it now... U know wad? Its not my fault diz time dat we dun end up seeing each other. Its he never bother to find the time for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Has been SO much of a ONE sided recently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Of late, My SIM card was corrupted.. So i had to get a new one. Haven got it yet... so couldnt use my phone... he said I call him at very inconvenient times.. Izzit my fault? How do i know he is doing something else? [most of d time, playing games.] Then he told me like dat dun need to call already. I also noticed something amidst.... nowadays &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;he doesnt help me take notes anymore. If anything I have to take it myself from Zi hao.&lt;/span&gt; [but if its him, he will expect me to take for him.] N he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waits for me after class NO mOre.... I have to beG him to wait for me... &lt;/span&gt;[is dat fair?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What really irked me n made me so sadden was his stance towards me. Yesterday i asked him nicely, where were we eating at? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His ans was a quick rebuff.. "I dun know." [in a very irritated tone] Like i was an insolent child.&lt;/span&gt; Im even surprised he actually had d gall to ask me if i ate just now...  Lucky there was Donna and Li MIn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*scoff* So mUch for Boyfriend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N NotE:- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CAG doesnt waTch PorN...&lt;/span&gt; [asked him myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5054689009329424141?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5054689009329424141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=5054689009329424141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5054689009329424141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5054689009329424141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6747045765917165777</id><published>2007-10-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:00:43.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hari Raya just passed... [seems like eons since ive really celebrated dat festive season..] Actually there is still another 30 days... But hey who is counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsFqQcSJdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3SJr6Gj-TJs/s1600-h/13102007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123695224590312914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsFqQcSJdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3SJr6Gj-TJs/s200/13102007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsF5QcSJeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aWRu4AqGFQ0/s1600-h/13102007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123695482288350690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsF5QcSJeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aWRu4AqGFQ0/s200/13102007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Enjoying life wif out my dad present.. Its so cool dat there is really nobody breathing down our necks [by our, I meant me n my sis.] n commanding us to do this n dat like his ns recruits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N i lurve d stuff dat my boyfriend bought 4 me... I was kinda livid dat my boyfriend decided to but 4 me both Esprit shirts at very exorbent prices.. but later, I relented when I realise he just wanted to get me something. dat costed him around $60.. then d next time he bought for me slippers. hey were so prettily cute.. He said it looked liked "Ancient greek era" But its so delicate n nice. N he paid for it too... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[so sweet of u honey!]&lt;/span&gt; dat he spent around $32. I was mortified dat I made him spent quite a lot. But I was at d same time &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;relieved dat it was less than $100....&lt;/span&gt; hmmm... n i only bought for him an MP3.. i did promise him to get him sth else... [next pay!] Here r some pics 4 u 2 c...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsEhQcSJaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eArV4Fz0Vis/s1600-h/20102007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123693970459862434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsEhQcSJaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eArV4Fz0Vis/s200/20102007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsEzQcSJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JubpCKP-MDQ/s1600-h/20102007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123694279697507762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsEzQcSJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JubpCKP-MDQ/s200/20102007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsFbwcSJcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EYVhKeDLrKA/s1600-h/20102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123694975482209730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsFbwcSJcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EYVhKeDLrKA/s200/20102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;School is starting.. dat necessarily doesn't have to be bad.... What would be bad tho.. is having 3 labs... wad a nightmare! N Only dat i dun get to see my boyfriend as often as it used to be. I cant stand it any longer dat my sisters at home are studying and I dun really have anyhting to do.. Restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6747045765917165777?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6747045765917165777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6747045765917165777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6747045765917165777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6747045765917165777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RxsFqQcSJdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3SJr6Gj-TJs/s72-c/13102007(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-6350387918401518026</id><published>2007-10-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:13:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I always hate it when people I work wif suddenly have Dr Jekyl and Mr Hyde attitude.... Jackie is an aSS dat never goes away... How could he tell to my face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If like dat u no need to work already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wad actually happened was I was too busy setting d place till I forgot to take note d guest left wif out signing d bill... The he got all agitated and rebuked me out loud.... I was thinking.. then where d hell was he then? He was suppose to be in charge in d same section as me.. Suddenly he disappear... My bet! Who's fault is dat? U could partly blame it on me.. [sure] but shouldnt u blame it on ureself for being absent? Wad lOser! I ruminate dat &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this guy feel all Singaporeans are brats....&lt;/span&gt; Tell me not to work... [and again..] he is not even d supervisor. Some low-life who think he is so much superior. I do miss all d guys. [part timers] Cuz i miss talking to them. I cant stand it.. I feel deprived of speaking and only wif them I can joke wif... [bonus] they are attentive 2wards me and they watch my back... MISs them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know Saw 3 like came out ages ago... But I didnt watch it. However.. when I went to movies online to watch it. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was so repulsed by the starting when he smashed his own leg and broke it with his bear hands....&lt;/span&gt; *EuuuKs* I couldnt continue to watch it..... I felt like barfing.. [and it was just d starting] Such gore is just too much for a delicate soul like me.. maybe if I have time, I will just watch it wif Shawn... He likes this kinda things... [If he watched already then too bad lah] I dun care! He has to watch it again wif me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I knoe nowadays its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;natural for a boyfriend to buy lingerie for their gf&lt;/span&gt; and all dat. But I just feel uncomfy if Shawn buys any for me. D fact dat he wants to go bikini shopping wif me.. I already feel very prickly. Wad is worse and highly mortifying for me is he wants to pay for me.. *hmm...* maybe I can wiggle my way out of it... I guess we will have to see... [Im plucking courage, people...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6350387918401518026?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6350387918401518026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6350387918401518026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6350387918401518026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6350387918401518026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-always-hate-it-when-people-i-work-wif.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-8192319969880835999</id><published>2007-10-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:54:09.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God!!!! How stupid can a person be?? [dats probably me!] I re-install back my norton anti-virus then after dat it wasnt working so well... n dat was all becuz I didnt re-install back my product key.... I tot since it was d there then it would be d same.... Maybe Id try this way n we will c wad happen. It sucks since almost every 1 in my family is using my laptop becuz d main comp is spoilt. [but hey, wad can i do ryte?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*phewph* had a rough week... Had a darn big fight wif Shawn n [i guess] we almost came to a decision to break up in a way... Some things are just beyond every 1 of us to understand... Maybe becuz some things are beyond compromise. But [thank god] after dat some things could be salvaged and not all in demise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Honestly* I could understand his possesiveness... BUT i didnt know he would react so badly then I had tot when he found out dat some other guy actually send me back home. I mean I wouldnt have such a big problem really cuz its not as if dat I have  anything to do with him. I dont!!!!! But he got all macho [dats my opinion of course] and blew it all out of proportion... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This indirectly affected my whole day n d days following. I keep on snapping at people around me and find them so unbearable.... *to top it all up* Im suddenly going on a scratching and white head rampages on my face... [then Clement tot] he was d only 1.... but his isnt dat bad really... But hey... isnt everybody [dat includes me..] vain. Vanity is part of my life... n all others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Shawn was panicking 2dae when his Mp3 couldnt on.... [poor darling] i dunnoe wad was wrong. Cuz i just bought it for him.. So i just told him its ok we can send it for service. I mean wad else can i say ryte? We will see when is d next time can go out maybe then can send for service....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-8192319969880835999?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/8192319969880835999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=8192319969880835999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8192319969880835999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8192319969880835999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-how-stupid-can-person-be-dats.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-873108061876283753</id><published>2007-10-03T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:50:45.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So shagged..... Actually its never do much things also shagged... Aloha Loyang... so freaking big... [its scary]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RwMZnGfQjXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u6Eoof1u4f8/s1600-h/home_pix5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116961761170328946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RwMZnGfQjXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u6Eoof1u4f8/s320/home_pix5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I felt guilty though when John said "The girls in our class are the other way round.. They expect they guys to clear up for them." [Oh well!!!] I didnt say I was so domesticated right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyhow, *peeved* shawn lost his EZ link again.... I am speechless but I hope he will take better care of his ez-link in future. Which reminds me.. I went to VIvO n saw Faizal and Asri. I think they were a bit shocked dat i was wif some other person n not shawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I felt ive duped someone lately wif my actions. It wasnt intentionally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;swear] I just wanted to experiment after feeling a bit claustrophobic lately. But i felt ive cheated cuz I really like it... I relished and enjoyed it. For once there was someone to take the lead and I need not have to be the initiator. I find myself fantasizing about it.... U will only understand my feelings when u r in my situation. The feel of it in my lips....... [Pure heaven] The teasing....... STOP! l8r i sobered up n realise it wasnt worth it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was just a ploy dat I guess happens if u were tot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheap..... and I raised to the bait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was so ecstaticly high... cuz it was my 1st experience riding a vespa... Never rode on 1 b4 so when I had d chance I was so nervous n elated. D colour was just so pretty n d feeling was [oh my god] utterly romantic.. *haha* the wind blowing on my face.. So strong... So dats d vespa I was riding....If my dad found out I rode on 1 im gonna get murdered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RwMdBmfQjYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UYlJRrug2LQ/s1600-h/706497453l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116965514971745666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RwMdBmfQjYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UYlJRrug2LQ/s320/706497453l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hmmm... Im blue ryte now.... nobody could take away the blues Im having... Its a misery unto my own undoing.... Im unhappy for my stupid, stupid actions... I was stupid!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-873108061876283753?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/873108061876283753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=873108061876283753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/873108061876283753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/873108061876283753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RwMZnGfQjXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u6Eoof1u4f8/s72-c/home_pix5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-1585242337562502163</id><published>2007-09-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:18:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Things are getting much betta @ work... *Smiles* Im less stress.. well dats not entirely true... [unless I dun work wif Jackie] I guess id b okie. Anyhow.. wad I want to discuss today is girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*SheessssHH* DO u know dat most guys think dat girlfriends are so high maintenance and posh dat they would rather not have one. My friends liken girls to shoes and clothes. What type of girls is d type they are looking for....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Long standing relationships are so OUT! [sad.. but true!] In comes Converse.... So u ask wads Converse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[well..]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;converse is a term to describe an open minded relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..[he told me] Its just like no string attatched dating. While Im going out wif u.. U can oogle and look around at some other guys.... [even confused?] converse shoes are shoes that u can wear everyday. SO comfortable and it may last longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He said if u have a converse relationship, u dun need to report ureself wherever u r going n u get to share ure woes and good things with her.... U dun need to spend so much money on her cuz she doesnt expect much.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stellittoes on the other hand are girlfriends that expect to be cared for, reported to and bring here and there like some prized trophy to be paraded in public.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And [of course] pamper her by submitting to her whimsical needs like say... buy her some expensive stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I guess girlfriends nowadays are just too demanding....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No wonder my boyfriend always tell me he is lucky.... *scowl* He indeed is! Cuz I dun demand wad he cant give me.. N i dun ask for anything from him. Im fine just wif d way he is [Contented] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I guess wad my friend fail to notice is dat Converse when u wear it, It becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ure favourite and u rely on it so often. Till when it is time to dispose it away.. U dun want to.. Its vintage.. Too valuable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now isnt dat close to a lasting relationship dat if u had treasured properly.. Ud b 1 of d happiest couple instead of being in an "open relationship?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1585242337562502163?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1585242337562502163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1585242337562502163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1585242337562502163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1585242337562502163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-are-getting-much-betta-work.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3258195174983143211</id><published>2007-09-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:40:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-She is So OffIcIally BLUR-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No matter wad i do I tend to be stigmatise as BluR.. Nothing i do can remedy d situation.... VerY stereotypiNg but it is SO true.. Got scoLdeD again.. but By now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I should be used to dat idEa n d fact dat i'll always be chastise for doing D very little wrong ThinG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-But WHO cares??-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CanT waIt for my daDDY to go australiA... Absent father = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No arguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No go HomE eArly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nobody to piss me OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well at least He will be bringing back more n more cadbury Pinky.... Love em lots n lots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Owe EternaL Love to anybody who buys me a CAdbury Pinky.... [wad I realiSe is Singapore dun haVe..]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I misS u... [U know who u r] Uve been so sorely missed i wish im wif u close to forever...[god... I sound like a serial stalker]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-3258195174983143211?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/3258195174983143211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=3258195174983143211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3258195174983143211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3258195174983143211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-is-so-officially-blur-no-matter-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3871298801395559621</id><published>2007-09-22T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:03:30.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Work was okie. But it was kind of a bummer and mediocre... Becuz Fidi wasnt there. Its always nice working wif him. Cuz he's affable and he will always be there when I need a chatter and he kinda understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jacky was an egocentric ass... [u think I care if ure a captain?] Even Michael wasnt such a pain in the butt. The manager doesnt even scold me so who are u to even vent ure misplaced antagonism at me? since when were u promoted the assistant supervisor or assistant manager. I dun understand Malaysians who have a fanatic urge for the taste of power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;U ask me to do this, do that.. carry this carry that..[I only have two pairs of hands...] and u ask me to carry more than wad I can carry even when I say I couldnt..... do this drink, do that drink... then u shout and shout in front of people and my fellow colleague to hurry up.. Are u freaking crazy? Im not ure freaking man-servant. The problem wif captains [especially Malaysians] no offence there... they thirst and hunger for power...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I dun take offence easily but sometimes... ENOUgh is ENough... u must not get bullied and stand up for ureself.. Futhermore, if ure a part timer... U always have a choice.. And this is always work politics.... BAre wif it or be rendered to the pack of wolves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gosh! the giant flying cockroach was so scary. Im not easily petrified by roaches. However.. Id make this as an exception... It is big and it flies... EUwwwwwwww........ [haha..] but i was clever enuf to have left it in my parents room n locked d door so d horrible creature would not [or rather] could not go out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-3871298801395559621?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/3871298801395559621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=3871298801395559621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3871298801395559621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3871298801395559621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-was-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2818628206847129746</id><published>2007-09-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:35:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Didnt even know wad I was thinking playing with the ultimate fire.. Playing [or rather contemplating to play] with the feelings and lives of two most important person... There was just something about d person dat made me yearn to be more congenial towards this person. Just something I wished I had in my partner.. Maturity and a sense of dependency...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I realised it wasn't worth it. This certain person has already seen it all... The extremely beautiful, the cute, the playful and everything anybody need to know about girls... Maybe Im just one of them... The sub species where this certain person just found beguilling in d beginning... N yet i tot we both had an affinity... *cynical* Now who is being naively gullible... Note:- ME! So y am I harping on something dat if this person doesnt bother about yet I do... [One sided]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When or if someone ask me how do I describe me? Id say im very insecure but stubborn.... I like things dat r different and I believe in potential... I see myself as passibly sweet but not very appealing.. [does dat makes sense] and no.. I dont c myself as a person whom guys think are attractive... but im bubbly.. I make friends very fast... Who cares about physical attributes ryte? WRONG! No matter what they say.. the no 1 thing dat a guy always look for is a girls's looks.. [their loss though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I guess u need to find more to be more assured dat u have d winning ticket. Im enjoying my off... my feet r less throbbing... Sometimes I dunnoe y im doing all this trouble of working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2818628206847129746?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2818628206847129746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2818628206847129746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2818628206847129746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2818628206847129746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/didnt-even-know-wad-i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2003992164818682991</id><published>2007-09-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:01:30.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its been 5 days since Ive started work.. N 2dae must have been d worse... I dun wanna do service anymore!!!!! Why must Michael bully me.. I just dun get it.. he seem to put me down everytime. Nothing pleases him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Farhanah ure too slow.. Farhanah do this.. farhanah do dat.... Still haven finish setting d table..." Always saying in d brusque tone.. i hate it.. i almost tear. It was super excruciating to see him tear me into bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yesterday night wasnt so bad... Neo was nice.. But I was in merriment as I realised how outlandish he is.. I mean, for somebody who has nothing to celebrate exactly what can he possibly gain by spending exorbitant amount of money to treat his clasmmates... *curious* Motive! [dats wad my darling always say] The amount we accumulated was $300++ I was so sated.. I went back and couldnt sleep. I couldnt even eat d next morning.. [yet they say digestion very fast...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Finally I had my locker fixed.. But to my chagrin... it coudnt turn as per normal.. so I had to wait for Human resource to fix it properly.... Bummer!!! Waited for my mother close to 2 hours just so she could help me woth my locker situation.. Only [to my disappointment] she was too bz wif other matters.. Oh well!!! cant have everything our way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2003992164818682991?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2003992164818682991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2003992164818682991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2003992164818682991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2003992164818682991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-5-days-since-ive-started-work.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-1386743833587123821</id><published>2007-09-12T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:11:21.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I overflow wif joy.. I think My cup runneth over..... Congrats to me.. congrats to me..... No need to sit for wretched SUP paper.. N my GPA confirm go up cuz I pass quite well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I also think my darling get A for UO n ET.. dat would be 1st time... and im happy for him since he aspire and ambition to be in Director's List... [no joke there] I feel stress-less U dunnoe wad it meant by not sitting sup paper.. I was a regular sup paper person becuz I didnt pass my CA.. [it happens] n unexpectedly my name was liquid out of the endangered species list.. N next sem no maths!!!!!!!!!!!  Im comforted by d fact dat im not 1 of d last person[s] in the whole co-hort.... [in terms of results] Now I can then cheat my way thru d schol bursary..[ hu doesnt want money mind u..] $1000 leh... I also want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okie.. T.P people.. I wish u good luck 4 ure exam results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Work was okie. I had fun.. N i met new friends again..[n again] its a guy... But lucky firdaus was there... Im glad he was there to keep me company.. or else i will b lonely in d kitchen..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1386743833587123821?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1386743833587123821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1386743833587123821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1386743833587123821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1386743833587123821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-overflow-wif-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-7509158474071637497</id><published>2007-09-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:19:20.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*oh no!!* To my chagrin... 2mrw im gonna get my sms  exam result. I am so apprehensive. I dunnoe wad to react... Oh well.. @ least I know if a call is expected then I have to sit for that wretched sup paper.. If not, Im safe... [i hope to god.. pls!] for 1nce i dun need to sit for sup paper... [ d great news though iz dat d results would b after my working hour] *jittery* but.. there's a catch. Its during my lunch wif my darling and Dan... I have a feeling dat... [I dunnoe] wont sit for any sup paper? But 1 can never b too sure.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Especially if they allegedly mark the paper wif 2 close eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Work was much betta.. I guess in a way my strategy worked.... the load was lesser and I was glad I had new friends... [but sadly they r all guys] there is Iskandar [a.k.a Is/rizal] there is Firdaus [a.k.a Fir] sadly the other guy I couldn quite catch his name. but fir called him Sheikh.  Rizal was d only odd 1 cuz he called me Nur... N i guess nobody called me dat..[well xcept when I was working at Swensens dat time] N I had better days... I was however being browbeaten by those monster of Indonesian [on attatchment] girls working.... Nagging me n cant take even d sourcer for themselves. But I guess it was also because there were lesser people.. so d order was much little. N for d 1st time.. I had friends and I was having a lot of fun at work entertained by Fir. But before u start going on wif nonsense d answer is nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We are just friends and will remain dat. because my darling is much more important than those guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im so happy and humbled by d fact dat my darling put my face at his handphone wallpaper. he never do dat... [think mayb cuz he is embarassed] or im contemplating the use of word: Shy? Anyhow... I guess he just needed time to be out of his shell n les shy about things which u can freely express through very unelaborate yet meaningful ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I will keep u posted on my results 2mrw.. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-7509158474071637497?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/7509158474071637497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=7509158474071637497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7509158474071637497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7509158474071637497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-no-to-my-chagrin.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2315895007250698328</id><published>2007-09-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:03:13.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am so officially over my first job. It wasnt tiring but it was sooooo ooohhhh stress!!! Im Super depressed right now.. [but hey] Im feeling rather proud of myself also.. Do you know anybody who could learn to make coffee, latte, [decaf]latte, cuppacino and espresso [single and double shot] within a few mins? I'll tell u wad happened on my 1st day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The obtuse aunty who mended d uniform booth was so freaking late.. [n d reult] I was late. She was allegedly to open at 6.45... n guess wad time she opened? at 6.55... *aggGh* my agitation was rising... I ended up being l8.. by how many mins? By 10 mins. [How mortifying] 1st day late!!!! I tot hell on earth was just a saying.. but [surprise! surprise!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hell came in small packages such as coffee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just started and u hear... 2 coffee 1 tea 4rm 1 person.. d next person 3 coffee and 1 tea... d next person and so on so on... [SOS sb!] Also I had to wash d tea pot myself and there were endless and endless rows of them being lined up like toy soldiers and not washed... [I tot I might FainT] thank god there was a kind soul in d kitchen to aid me. Suddenly.. out of the blue ridiculus orders such as latte and cuppacino and espresso double shot came into d picture.. Not to mention hot chocolate.. very tedious drinks to do.. So u tell me wad is d difference btwn Latte and Cuppacino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Latte is similar to d cuppacino.. Only wif d absence of cocoa powder in between and on top of the heated milk.. [oh. oh.. ] n less foam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What really irked me was cant this people witness d fact dat I was so caught up doing d coffee stuff n they aSk me top up d tea cup blah blah blah.. Cant these wait? And then d manager almost made my day! [excuse d sarcasm] He asked me if it was my 1st day and when I did training... [all this in d middle of a mess]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He asked me to do cuppacino while he was there to bear witness whether I did was right.... *haiz* My hands were literally quaking... Providentially I kept my composure and did a good cuppacino.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I hope Zi Hao did a better job... 2 mrw have to work again.. wish me luck!!! Diz time I have a better strategy and I wanna test it out if it works.... Had lunch wif my darling n Danial n d geylang market.. D food was not bad... [I ate nasi ambeng] n becuz of d belachan.. Im a belachan convert now.. I didn't mind it was very spicy [for d very 1st time!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2315895007250698328?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2315895007250698328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2315895007250698328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2315895007250698328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2315895007250698328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-so-officially-over-my-first-job.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2025174447982377728</id><published>2007-09-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:48:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometimes I dun think guys comprehend it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you think its easy to tell ure mum u wanna go out and meet ure boyfriend...[think again] *ponder* at least not with my mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Missed my darling.. But he doesnt cotton on the fact that my parents are very protective.. and at some point of time I can't go out late at night as he nor I would like to. Knew it was a bad thing to tell him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"If you want to go out as often and ure not happy dat I can't go out most times, go find ureself another girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometimes because he is so irate with me, I think he gets a bit blinded by what he wants to express and say things wrongly.... Think he is the only one frustrated? [Think again buddy] Most times I wish I was born a chinese. So my parents wouldn't need to bother about what time and how I use to spend my time. Things would then be much less muddled and in disarray as it is right now with my darling. How to explain to a guy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now he thinks all this time I dun like going out with him.. [NOTe to self..] If ever I dun like going out wif him, I wouldnt have gotten together with him in d first place... The accussation is baseless and doesn't make sense. I guess I should let him cool down and let out steam. Now he never reply my msg... Is it my fault or its his own doing? Who is to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*GosH* ive never been so full in my whole life... Ate too much KFC... Im too full dat I cant even sleep ryte now... Guess I need to wait a few more hours so my food can be digested. But it takes such a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It is confirmed dat me am going to work starting next week... Ive been working for a year yet im still as edgy as if this is my first time working. Told my darling dat maybe I could have lunch with him after work..[hey Im sacrificing free food at staff canteen to eat wif him] and guess wad was his reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"never mind.. I eat myself" Translation:~ dat reads 'Im not intrested'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Talk about making the effort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2025174447982377728?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2025174447982377728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2025174447982377728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2025174447982377728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2025174447982377728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-dun-think-guys-comprehend.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6431363094088397684</id><published>2007-09-07T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:01:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Phewph..* One hot day... Just went back 4rm having lunch with my darling. The only time he could spare time for me.... Yearned for him and have not seen him for 4 days to be exact. I wonder how come Fatin doesnt seem to pine for her boyfriend after quite a long time never see him.... Regrettably I couldnt linger longer for the time to pass 5.30.... Wanted to give me $50 to go shopping while waiting for him... [I just cant take it] I always feel bad when I take money from people... Especially my darling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mummy always say never exploit people and take their money even though he may be ure boyfriend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hmm... I guess she's right cuz like the potential break-up song.. after the break up, the person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wants their sTUFF back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Personally it has Never ever happen to me.... [always pays to be cautious though..] Anyhow, my darling said I was too high maintenance when he caught sight of me bringing my "Coach" handbag which my mum bought at an undisclosed price..[pls ahh... not d Cheong 1...] he even said he is not fit to walk beside me... *upset* Didnt mean to make him feel so miserable.. So I told him.. Everyday he from top to bottom more than $600+... Now dat is what i call high maintenance... The pot calling the kettle black.. How scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im reckoning d days till Dr Jiang will be giving me a buzz to take EM sup paper. I hope they evaluate and I pass...  So no need to sit for sup paper *pipe dream!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My house appears to be a jail house for poor FATTY...[a.k.a my smallest sister] Since d holidays she has been pounding on reaps after reaps of fats... Im surprise she can run very fast although she's fat.... CAnt wait for my 1st year anniversary!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I hate MRT duuring d holidays.... So many children making fools of themselves... I was flabbergasted dat parents dont even frown upon their children's behaviour in public. There was this girl... [felt like ripping her eyes out] She was staring at me and I looked back at her. She later said to her sister [quite loudly mind u!] dat I looked like a "minA" ah lian version of malay girls... Shut up!! Small still can speak like dat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So where are ure Manners girl? Mummy never edify u ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6431363094088397684?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6431363094088397684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6431363094088397684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6431363094088397684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6431363094088397684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/phewph.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3283112072298634020</id><published>2007-09-06T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:02:08.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just finished watching Sweet 16 the movie. I know what u guys may think... My brain must have had a transplant to watch such a shallow show... What I cant dig till now is dat these people spent so much money just to hold a party.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I swear they could feed those poor and deprived children in africa or Indonesia for close to a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[even..] I could buy a house and the downpayment for a car... Rich people are so spoilt... [and u tell me it is to cosset themselves silly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I realise now after a very long time of not meeting some of my friends dat Ive turned somewhat dumb. A bit dim-witted perhaps... Call myself an English literature distinction student.... [Note to self.] No excuse for my poor articulation and written in English. I realise dat Im not as good as I used to be anymore. [maybe the blame could be] because its been a long time since I last write in peoper English.. It has always been Maths and Science in my course. The two subjects dat I hated most... Even in primary School..... Astonishingly, for the first time while Im writting or sometimes blogging, I have to realise on the  intellectual minds and contents of my trusty thesaurus and dictionary. [so.... primary school]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I miss my darling.. Its been a long time since I last see him..... he goes to work [part time of course] and often comes back home l8 and is too tired to call me. I cant blame him.. so much work to do.. What am I suppose to voice to him? Exhibit a sense of disatisfaction to him? Throw tantrums.... Thank god Im not the petty sort.... I guess its just like what the english saying goes [I know u think its crap.. but hey..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Astonishingly.... Neo a.k.a Doggy is suddenly so benelovent and altruistic toward us his classmates... Hmm... there must be something he wants in return... He must have a motive.. [or else] maybe its because he is aboundingly moneyed... hey like I said, Rich people have nothing better to do than squander their money to show to other people how well to do they are... and we as commoners either benefit at their show of charity or sulk at how rich these people are.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-3283112072298634020?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/3283112072298634020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=3283112072298634020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3283112072298634020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3283112072298634020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-finished-watching-sweet-16-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-1239073780672560374</id><published>2007-09-05T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:48:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed It.. YES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;U know how i always tot and talked about changing my blog design cuz i tot d old 1 which my sis did was super terrible... So I asked Zi Hao 2 help me do... N d result was [drumroll please...] Sooooo exceLlent..... its so pweetY.. *squeals* I love it like loads n loads...... but almost everything was gone.. So I had to do everything back 4rm scratch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[- To my dearest..] Im sorry darling dat previously u cant go 2 my blog cuz I didnt tell u I changed my URL... dun b upset k darling? Everytime u on-line also I honestly forgot.. Its not because I dun want u 2 c my blog [God no!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nothing honestly to do so I dcided to watch Youtube... But I realise many of those who posted their own videos were super n so self adsorbed dat there is no doubt in my mind they just wanted to make fame for their few mins footage. Some were awsomely cute n funny but most was just d type dat u would discard but wish u could barf or slap their faces to wake up their ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Recently my mum said I have a problem wif gg tot he public toilet. [why cant I?] Most toilets i know are honestly disgusting.. I cant pee wif out putting toilet paper all around before sitting.... Its disgusting and it stinks. Some shopping centres are ok but some are honestly haineous.... So much for toilet upgrading; really... Sometimes I just have to blame Singaporeans for not keeping their toilet clean. Especially student toilet in campus. I went to school on a Sunday.. [guess wat?] D ASc toilet had 3 cockroaches roaming around.. making themselves @ home... *EuWWW* I had to ask myy boyfriend to wait for me inside.. [hey it was a Sunday] of course not inside d cubicle.. Just long enuf for me to pee inside the ladies..&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/2833869153810720081-1239073780672560374?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1239073780672560374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1239073780672560374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1239073780672560374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1239073780672560374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/changed-it-yes.html' title='Changed It.. YES!!'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-4923195815846646344</id><published>2007-09-04T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:08:56.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.. This is how it feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Goodness! am so darn bored.... I cant help but wonder what inspired me to stay @ home for the previous of my freaking holiday. Next week the results will come out..... [can wait till dat time] What makes it more the boring is dat my dearest is working and is too busy to msg me..... *haiz* In addition to that everybody I know dat exists are all having stupid attatchment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Right now.. Im pondering and plotting my way to cheat my mother. My mum is darn clever but I think I can be much smarter. I cant help it hey... Nobody said I love having protective parents. How do u live with parents who think that Daughters need more protection as compared to sons and wouldnt let them go anywhere after 8.30pm? Nobody dictates where i go.. especially since im turning 19 for goodness sake... makes me sound so old and dont even have a life after 8.30pm... Its time 2 incorporate what i want and not my parents want in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im thinking of where to go for my 1 year anniversary. I have the perfect gift... The day off.. but dunnoe where to go... [and ooppss!!!] wait a minute! I forgot it would be fasting! Oh no! how to go out like that!!!!!!! Its not nice to lie during fasting month.. but I dunnoe what else to tell my parents. maybe the truth perhaps might not hurt. afterall too much lies in life sounds like a mockery.. such farce u live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okie my brain juice has already been used up. Till i have something else to write I will get back to writting.... [or rather blogging...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-4923195815846646344?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/4923195815846646344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=4923195815846646344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4923195815846646344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4923195815846646344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodness-am-so-darn-bored.html' title='Boredom.. This is how it feels'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-8668846851574163473</id><published>2007-09-02T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:40:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those lazy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Once again... Makes me sound like an old maid, wif no life... 1 lazy sunday spent @ home. Thank god diz time my dad is not @ home [cuz bz wif d army open house shit] Wanted to bring my boyfriend along 2day but perhaps next week. Yesterday went back to Olive Tree only to find out i will b starting of about next week. *haiz* Finally d house is in peace n quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a scare just now when i realised my tag box was gone. *aahh* Panicked but irked when resident bitch was laughing @ me.[how dare she?] Anyhow, yesterday i thought i had a date wif my darling... but when it was time for me to go off after finish trying on uniform, realised that he was sleeping. When d phone rang, he answered in a sleepy tone. Kinda fed up actully but realised how tired he should be [after playing soccer n helping carry d guy's mortar n ceremic] should cut him some slack not? Wanted to eat wif him though... dat was y when Yu Song, Ah chen n Wen Hao asked me to eat i tole them i'd wait for him... But as it turns out I went home hungry n fainty... [cant bear to see myself eat alone can I?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise how kinda sucky using laptop is... Everytime have to keep on updating ureself to get on top of technology... My Java n Adobe among other things keep on asking me to update n update... The l8r I realise my whole system would lag a bit for a while before becoming a bit faster... [so much problems]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-8668846851574163473?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/8668846851574163473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=8668846851574163473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8668846851574163473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8668846851574163473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/09/those-lazy-days.html' title='Those lazy days'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2866525854120431474</id><published>2007-08-31T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:33:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after ExaMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My last week of total and utter freedom!!! Who cares if everybody started working... Im starting next week... *boohoo!* I have to contemplate eating alone for the whole month Im working there.[maybe] or if I make any friends then most probably I will just be eating alone for [give and take] a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It sucks to know that u alone are on this job. C.A.G can only commit himself to the job after 2 weeks [due to the ComeX shit] My boyfriend hates this kind of  job so dats y i didnt bring him along in the first place... although he say he may be kind of interested.. I doubt so. I love him but sometimes I think he's kinda choosy when choosing a part time job. 4 god's sake, ure doing only for the holidays which say is ;~ 1 month.... Well whatever it is.. I will help him find a job until he finds 1 himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I want COOKIES!!!! Y nbd wants to buy for me cookies!!!! stuffing myself wif cookies seems an ideal solution to de-stress... Dun feel like eating much xcept for cookies. N no im not suffering from anaroxia. Im also happy dat Im gg for the class chalet.. after cheating my parents. [hey.. no choice] didnt say I was a good child in d 1st place. Another good news would be my dad would b gg to Australia for 3 weeks in October..... *YEsH* Cant wait... having him @ home is not exactly ideaL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2866525854120431474?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2866525854120431474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2866525854120431474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2866525854120431474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2866525854120431474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-after-exams.html' title='Life after ExaMs'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-8751666952421227220</id><published>2007-08-29T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:54:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Finally the Fu**ing term has ended. So has my misery wif it..... The papers werent so bad...[or dats wad I tot] xcept for 1 fuc**ing paper... Engineering Mathematics..... Why? OH why? does it have to be so freaking difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... [cheer up!] I have exactly 2 weeks till results come out 2 enjoy a bit.. before.. having 2 study and sit for the sup paper d following week. @ least I know id b sitting only for 1 sup paper.[engineering Mathematics dat is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D highlight of my life for this past few days was honestly... My smallest sister not being @ home. *wooHoo* I realise d house was super quiet and best of all there isn't any extra dishes loitering around thte kitchen sink for me to wash. Reluctantly though, I realise that my dad missed her a lot...*snort* what can I say? The youngest is always the daddy's favourite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.... Yesterday's new paper was a hot edition..[Pardon; only for guys] My boyfriend told me dat that kind of girl [he was referring to Leah Dizzon] is hot, n sexy, n gorgeous n every other very pretty vocabulary that could possible describe her but ugly. [he said that with much emphasis] He n Dan said nice for playing around with... Then he told me girls like Vanessa Hudgens is the type not for playing around with but to show TLC.... WTF!!!!!!!!!!!! I understand that every guy has a fantasy thingy.. [but honestly!] do u have to say it in front of ure girlfriend? Who do you think ure girlfriend is? Some cheap-skate person? [what an insensitive brute] I guess then... it is only my boyfriend that is insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ least if Dan and Dannies agreed, they don't have any girlfriend... Doesnt seem very insensitive of an issue to them. Even Dan said that he wouldn't say or think about this things if he had a girlfriend... [which is why up till now, he hasn't found 1!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey.. look @ d bright side.. @ least this means I can openly drool and compare guys in my boyfriend's face. [too bad though... TP un have many good looking guys!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-8751666952421227220?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/8751666952421227220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=8751666952421227220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8751666952421227220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8751666952421227220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-fuing-term-has-ended.html' title='Finally.. Finally!'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-8085554044026551949</id><published>2007-08-21T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:42:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for studying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went to town yesterday wif Danial, Dannies, Farid and my darling. Guess what our actual intention was? :- Study.... [a joke ryte?] Dun know who gave any of us an excellent idea dat we could study in town when temptation was pulling us away from such good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... so much for studying though. We went to check Fatin @ Spinelli [However u spell it] then we study a while. Got bored so we went to eat then came d window shopping.. [hehe] Looking @ some sports stuff... Dan, Farid n my darling was looking @ soccer boots. While Dannies n me just look and yonking around... no specific purpose though. When we got bored of town we went to Marina Square.. Checked out the Creative store. I know how much my darling wanted to buy the Mp3. [after he lost his anyhow] So I had kinda good news for him. I could get him 1 for our 1 year anniversary present. [so pleased wif myself ryte now.] Dan was also intrested to get one mp3...  So darling wad u gonna get for me for our 1 year anniversary present???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I could ask my mum so i can get extra money for my USB cable so I could finally load songs in my Nano after a long time... *yes!* $#!* Apple Ipod care centre. After the 2nd visit there then they $#!* tell me that my USB cable sth wrong. n I have to buy it myself. IDiiots!!!!!!!!!! Nvr buy Apple Ipod people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming n we all act as if its finish... *laughs* look @ us... all so slack when its suppose to be study week......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-8085554044026551949?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/8085554044026551949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=8085554044026551949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8085554044026551949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/8085554044026551949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-much-for-studying.html' title='So much for studying...'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3406465047422503214</id><published>2007-08-19T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:40:50.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im feeling blue.....&lt;br /&gt;haven study yet... its raining... raining. gr8 time to sleep n cuddle wif Jewel.... [its my stuff cat silly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for a job just now while blog hopping... a bored person's way of spending their time. I hope I get a job as soon as possible... there's no need to worry myself silly. My boyfriend is having his dark mood.... Lost his MP3 @ d cab. Lost 2 soccer bets..... n lose money. if it was me I would be to. careless really.. Futhermore its our 11 mth anniversary... So much for it being an anniversary anyhow.... [Just another month] Sad to see something that meaningful turning out to be some sort of parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise something... everybody has changed so much.. The fact that they have changed really scared me. people wif a sense of purpose and ambition in life... me wif not much of anything really... feeling myself like very deprived while everybody is pushing to be here n there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fat l8ly. Its because it had been a very long time since I last run and did any outdoor activity. Felt the baby fats monster creeping to every edge of my body. Think I should get myself a new hobby before i turn myself into something I hate. a.k.a. couch potato wif fats.... *uggH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about exams? Seems lightyears away alth after taking a rain check realised its a week too soon. Have to keep telling myself exams exams exams.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-3406465047422503214?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/3406465047422503214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=3406465047422503214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3406465047422503214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/3406465047422503214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/typical-sunday.html' title='Typical Sunday'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-67338413737800242</id><published>2007-08-18T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:39:54.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye school... hello Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Yes!* Exams coming....... cant wait! As soon as I finish this then ive gotta find a part time job to make money... [god im so desperate] oh wad can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Also... this sunday is my 11 mth anniversary.... could only mean 1 thing of course; next month is my official 1 year anniversary wif my boyfriend. Im so thrilled.... I dont remember the last time I had a relationship this long. [Hmm... let me think] ~ like never? Of course it would be much sweeter if my boyfriend doesn't forget about it. He forgot the last 2 for goodness sake. *unbelievable* Hmm... im planning secretly of course wad Im gonna do. I must make sure its purrr-fect. *hehe* Its not easy living in a shadow of a memory which is much more than super perfect. So this is my only chance to impress my point to my one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So much for class chalet though. i have a very strong feeling that this would be 1 cock up chalet..... Till now nobody book a chalet yet. Oh well.... can't pity though if I cant go.. such a shame really since I was looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-67338413737800242?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/67338413737800242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=67338413737800242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/67338413737800242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/67338413737800242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-exams-coming.html' title='Bye bye school... hello Holidays'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2029954691764932467</id><published>2007-08-11T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T12:48:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I hate to say this. But.. I have run out of time. Term test2 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ICP&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't have enough printer ink to print my topic 6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; doom. ET on the other hand is like on Thursday.... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; even study for that *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BooHoo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It sucks to know that u had planned to study but decided to procrastinate instead end up studying last minute. Hey.. who said I was that diligent anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;anyhow, ive been having some problems wif my boyfriend lately. Y cant this things just go away?? So sick of it. The worst thing that he could ever have said to me when we were having sparring of words session is "Ure dumb" and " Who are you to control me to tell me what I can or cannot do?" Hmm..... it does hurt to see that ure like nothing to ure boyfriend, but I guess he didn't really meant it. Said that only in the heat of the momment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okie2 have to study, study, study....... i dun wanna fail even if people see me as someone DUMB......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2029954691764932467?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2029954691764932467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2029954691764932467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2029954691764932467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2029954691764932467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-to-say-this.html' title='Soo little time'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2733033741056380423</id><published>2007-08-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:23:24.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special? depends on who u show it to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last week I was one of the few Singaporeans who managed to watch the NDP preview. I wanted to go with my boyfriend but my dad manage to get only 1 ticket... *laughs* think I watched it alone? fat chance! But Im sorry though baby cuz I know how much u wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My sis had 1 ticket herself cuz her friend gave it to her. So no choice, I went with her... Ask her to bring digicam n she conveniently forgot!!!!! These are some photos.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGfuWKHC1I/AAAAAAAAADI/IOLBw_DwTTc/s1600-h/28072007(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094028272103525202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGfuWKHC1I/AAAAAAAAADI/IOLBw_DwTTc/s200/28072007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGgP2KHC2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/lHrjLDp3qBw/s1600-h/28072007(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094028847629142882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGgP2KHC2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/lHrjLDp3qBw/s200/28072007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGfjWKHC0I/AAAAAAAAADA/E2sQpArczD8/s1600-h/28072007(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094028083124964162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGfjWKHC0I/AAAAAAAAADA/E2sQpArczD8/s200/28072007(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGg5GKHC4I/AAAAAAAAADg/s-WFDX8NWtk/s1600-h/28072007(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094029556298746754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGg5GKHC4I/AAAAAAAAADg/s-WFDX8NWtk/s200/28072007(024).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGe6mKHCyI/AAAAAAAAACw/nlm8l__Qbpk/s1600-h/28072007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094027383045294882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGe6mKHCyI/AAAAAAAAACw/nlm8l__Qbpk/s200/28072007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGglGKHC3I/AAAAAAAAADY/j1_957pcAh8/s1600-h/28072007(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094029212701363058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGglGKHC3I/AAAAAAAAADY/j1_957pcAh8/s200/28072007(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGhK2KHC5I/AAAAAAAAADo/F4PeWvAwm8E/s1600-h/28072007(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094029861241424786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGhK2KHC5I/AAAAAAAAADo/F4PeWvAwm8E/s200/28072007(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-2733033741056380423?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2733033741056380423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2733033741056380423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2733033741056380423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2733033741056380423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/08/special-depends-on-who-u-show-it-to.html' title='special? depends on who u show it to...'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RrGfuWKHC1I/AAAAAAAAADI/IOLBw_DwTTc/s72-c/28072007(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-308875841928256953</id><published>2007-07-19T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:54:29.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oogling... Girls beware!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Old habits die hard.... Guys! The need to oogle at some other girls. I just dont understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The need to express my distaste in oogling is burning in me. WHY? is the question I need to ask.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is it because ure girlfriend is not pretty enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is it because u are sick of looking at ure girlfriend and find other girls more pleasing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is it because u appreciate what other girls have that ure girlfriend don't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or simply because.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the fun of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;U know, my guy friend once told me why he has the urge to look at girls, to some extent ask her out.. although aware that he already has a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;He said to me " If everyday you drink coke, wont u get sick of it? Obviously once in a while, u prefer another drink right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;l8ly my boyfriend has a habit of looking at other girls. usually, I don't mind. But his incessant oogling habits is driving me nuts! I keep thinking... Am I too blaH that he doesn't notice or fail to compliment me nowadays? Is he taking me for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And as i wonder about it almost everyday of the week.. I try to change a little. I start using make up to school, [which i dun normally use] I start to dress up more nicely. I even go and run up and down the staircase recently to get my legs in shape. This however, doesn't even get a notice from my one and only. I guess in a way he and every other boyfriends out there do take their other half for granted. [whether they admit it or not]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Afterall, my boyfriend once told me that although he likes oogling around, he knows that at the end of it all, he still loves me and he chose them over me. Hmm... How comforting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-308875841928256953?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/308875841928256953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=308875841928256953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/308875841928256953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/308875841928256953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/07/oogling-girls-beware.html' title='Oogling... Girls beware!'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-7420619532801239689</id><published>2007-07-15T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:08:50.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and selfishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me, myself and selfishness:- Translation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wad a BItCh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I realise now that sometimes what we do adversely affect the way people think of u. But the problem usually occur if u don't know how u affect this people. N I realise that it usually lead to: hate, dislike and dissatisfaction towards the offender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;How selfish of us really to think about ourselves? Now to those people who adamantly said that NO they do think about other people. [sorry..] but that is a little bullshit. Look at society nowadays.... it grows sick and sick. The desire to excel in school especially has left those trailing behind to forever trail behind. Those who are clever are afraid to help because they are afraid of competition. This leads to the me, myself and selfishness attitude. [rather cavalier I must say]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I realise that now I don't know most people whom I dearly love. It doesn't help that when I need help I am being put down by ostricism, now I am not worth to be help anymore. I am out and in favour of somebody more smarter than me and they will gain in d process. Suddenly I feel so alone. I realise that things that need to be done only I can help myself. Everybody's talk is all bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Afterall, this is the era of ME, MYSELF and SELFISHNESS... who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-7420619532801239689?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/7420619532801239689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=7420619532801239689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7420619532801239689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7420619532801239689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-myself-and-selfishness.html' title='Me, myself and selfishness'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-4547352679210345673</id><published>2007-07-07T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:07:31.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gr8 step we call life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U know when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder... I guess they [whoever they may be] was absolutely right. Recently, my bf went in2 Tan Tock Seng Hospital.... [lousy hospital i tell u] I was so worried sick that sth bad might happen 2 him. but... Chey! appendicities..... He said his hand are all swollen with d needle pokes. I pity him. N i missed him terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Workload in school is getting more n more by the days. sometimes i do wonder if the lecture's main ambition in life is to fail all students. If dat's d case then [most probably] they have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;design students of Temasek Polytechnic are 1 pain in d ass people. Typical singaporeans. How do I "chop" a seat in the designer's pad canteen? Easy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just put a water bottle or tissue paper. n u go WHAT? Its true. Shame on this people. n when ure not happy people take ure "CHOP" seat, u go to them n tell them 'not to create trouble' when in other people's school. Imbeciles really......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so much to talk about this week..... when my brain juices dcide to flow better without any interruptions, i will write it.&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/2833869153810720081-4547352679210345673?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/4547352679210345673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=4547352679210345673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4547352679210345673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4547352679210345673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/07/u-know-when-they-say-absence-makes.html' title='The gr8 step we call life'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-4201502923530925007</id><published>2007-06-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:35:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be a Bad Girlfriend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;This days I seem to have an arsenal of ways to be a very bad girlfriend. I will share with u some of them... Hu knoes it may be a less painful way to dump a guy [or 4 the guy to dump u]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Steal his part during a presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Talk and argue until he admits defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Be late for more than 20 mins when u meet him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Infect him with ure latest germs i.e. flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tell him he's a nerd who acts as if he doesn't study at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lie to him frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Have mood swings and accuse him of having it first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shut up when he starts accusing u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dont tell him that u know when is the next test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bitch and air his dirty laundries in ure blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It works trust me. I leave u to ponder about this actions long enough for u to realise and ask ureself d qn..... y this 10 tips? Maybe the answer lies after u have tested it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-4201502923530925007?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/4201502923530925007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=4201502923530925007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4201502923530925007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/4201502923530925007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-be-bad-girlfriend.html' title='How To Be a Bad Girlfriend.....'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-7731934569287397043</id><published>2007-06-23T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:08:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When dreams haunt u right to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Insomnia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to hate that word...&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought about monsters eating and tearing u apart?&lt;br /&gt;I dread to the start of a new school semester. I always believe the nightmare of my impending exam results will come to reality. Hence, the experience of De-jav&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;u; becoming a loser and the lowest in the class. *snort* more like the lowest in the whole Chemical Engineering batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know how it feels when u try to console ureself everytime u fail... and when it gets rather often, it becomes a stalemate. More so like a comfort zone for u to ignore reality. I often feel like that during my low momments... [dat means almost everytime of the day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the whole world had turn upside down. Everything including fashion have return to the "oldies" era aka "Mod" fashion. I feel very lost in translation. Its been a hell of a long time since I went shopping. Feels like im experiencing social lag. *oh Well* this is wad u get when u dun work anymore and depend on ure parents' allowance. It may suck sometimes... but hey, at least I am realxing myself from all the stupid work i have to do when I use to work... Alth. I do miss those times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-7731934569287397043?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/7731934569287397043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=7731934569287397043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7731934569287397043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7731934569287397043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-dreams-haunt-u-right-to-reality.html' title='When dreams haunt u right to reality'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6512365641866452347</id><published>2007-06-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:32:11.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Computer games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I never did understand the chemistry between guys, video games, computer games and PSPs......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;L8ly my whole class [or rather majority] of the guys r getting PSPs.. stinking a lot of money to spend with sole purpose to entertain ureself? Darn ryte I agree with that. [and I do hope some of u gurls out there would]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Someone I know once told me.. the nature of guys loving and living 4 these games are like girls having infatuation with Barbie dolls at a childhood age. But somehow, [trust me on this..] this one doesn't die or dull with growing age unlike the barbie(s) I use 2 play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Warcraft, Counter Strike, Half Life...... etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My boyfriend [like many guys] doesn't get sick of playing with them... N i bet he has been playing these computer games as soon as he starts going to primary school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I once tot about this:- If u can't beat them, join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I got my boyfriend to teach me playing warcraft and counterstrike. Although I never did get the warcraft bit I was quite hooked to Counterstrike 4 a while till.... I got all DZ playing lan and almost puked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im still playing alth he tole me I wasn't built to play the game.. [that's fine with me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;What was not fine though, was how totless guys [esp 4 gurls] is when they start playing. Not only do they ignore the time, they even 4get u exists in the same planet as they do. I once had a wad i called marathon session with Schmoopy poop and he could last long not eating from lunch time till about 8pm when we about to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It was horrible, I never ate, he ignored me when I said or mention something n he was glued on the laptop screen!!! to those girls hu actually r looking 4 guy, make sure he isn't a game freak or if u cant stand them like me, I suggest u dump them like some of my friends did. A whole lot of satisfaction i'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6512365641866452347?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6512365641866452347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6512365641866452347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6512365641866452347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6512365641866452347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/06/guys-and-computer-games.html' title='Guys and Computer games'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-5744057427346581013</id><published>2007-06-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:24:56.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices... made do with them well OR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*Phew* the torment of term test has actually ended.&lt;br /&gt;U know the feeling of all ure expectations going down the drain. I told my mum about quitting my course. I told her I couldn't stand it anymore. Ive had enough of it. Ive had enough of failing..... no matter how hard i studied. U dont understand the torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had made a beta choice reali. Ive never felt like a total failure in a long time know..... i&lt;em&gt;n secondary school &lt;/em&gt;life was betta 2 me [i swear] I did not need 2 study n yet still get very good grades. wish i had chosen JC over poly.... Regret.. regret!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend doesnt understand my feelings. He loves what he is studying. He loves the course. He don't understand that I hate the course. I dunnoe what the hell Im studying. N when I really need help I cant go 2 him 4 help anymore. he will jus give me that awful face that makes u shrink to a size 5 from an adult size 8. he olways say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;"U are not thinking and concentrating" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;L8ly I feel so alone. *sigh* he is not there when i need him.... he has other things to do. I dunnoe what 2 do anymore.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5744057427346581013?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5744057427346581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=5744057427346581013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5744057427346581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5744057427346581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/06/phew-torment-of-term-test-has-actually.html' title='Choices... made do with them well OR'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-6209492331319310656</id><published>2007-05-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:57:40.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;If I had d power to change sth I would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- wanted a brand new handphone for my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] not getting anything 4 my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- ask my boyfriend to say he loves me everyday when I c him n everynight before I go 2 sleep....&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] telling him 1st how much I love him n some times he nvr replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- ask my boyfriend's parents to give him money for school...&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] he not having cash most of d time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- turn my sister in 2 a toad...&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] having her yak2 like an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- went to JC&lt;br /&gt;[instead] i chose chem eng in poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- ask my parents to give me more freedom to go back l8&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] having to go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- return back to work so can get extra money&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] having stay @ home afta I quit working 2 concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- wished my life would be more intresting&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] feeling life is so dull n pressurising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- wished my dad would have taken d job offer @ other country&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] being stuck in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- tell my boyfriend not to waste so much money unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;[instead of] being a coward n cower when he wastes too much money buying sth not really worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-6209492331319310656?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/6209492331319310656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=6209492331319310656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6209492331319310656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/6209492331319310656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/05/ifs.html' title='The IFs'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-5487972545733976781</id><published>2007-05-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:48:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dats life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;olways get d feeling dat someone really actually diss u... but u cant do anything about it? It happens. in the 1st place THINK.... Y do they hate u? The root of people's problem with other people is usually because they open their big TRAP....... u c, being someone bubbly and chatty is another thing... But bringing chatty n bubbly to another level may cause serious migraine problems to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there may be other factor like&lt;br /&gt;1- they think ure hot n they r jealous&lt;br /&gt;2- ure a dork n they hate d way u dress (like MBSm) MR PORK CHOP loves her though.*gags*&lt;br /&gt;3- u haf slope hair n that is just way nerdy (PS for guys i.e. Mr Top Director's list)&lt;br /&gt;4- u r unnerving n nth u do convinces either ways&lt;br /&gt;5- Ure pestering d person on d verge of stalking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks time I am sitting 4 my term test.... *Stress!!!* y do people from arts schools get 3 months holiday... I wan break.... So many test diz week I feel like wanna give up. Eva got dat feeling? Dat feeling of just don't care anymore.... D Y bother trying? Think I made d wrong choice again........ Chemical Engineering is just so difficult.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y do JC students get d right to enter University so easily when Poly students have an edge then them. God I don't get it... Y is d ministry so so unfair.... Then it makes Poly students entering unversity students so tough. 4 all they know poly students are better. We study what they study and more so y d unfair treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to all the good news that come this week in light of my misery... *hahaha* e.g.&lt;br /&gt;hey... AC milan won over liverpool... *3 cheers*&lt;br /&gt;Jordin won American Idol [alth. wldve like Malinda 2 win it]&lt;br /&gt;I got high score 4 my test [some not all]&lt;br /&gt;Pork chop n li min got d director's list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dats all this week...... Im saying my farewell leaving u 2 ponder with this Qn....&lt;br /&gt;How deep is ure love in a relationship as time passes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5487972545733976781?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5487972545733976781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=5487972545733976781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5487972545733976781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5487972545733976781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/05/dats-life.html' title='dats life...'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-1155982685957127557</id><published>2007-05-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:49:53.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident Bitch anybody??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some things are best kept a secret. Like of course if u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dun share my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rather secretive view then I guess u have nothing betta 2 do but to air ure laundries [ryte in d open] which ideally hear means: u r an attention seeker. N yet im hear telling lil tidbits about my life [not say u wanna hear all] wat irony reali!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyhow, i hate bugging subjects since d last time I was without my spectacles. It was horrible n now I cant seem to pickup d pieces when I was so keen not to lack again in my class. Why does Chemical Engineering have 2 b so darn ****ing hard on me?? I feel like a loser reali.. *ponders* wad will bcum of me reali? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/Rkxku-OLssI/AAAAAAAAACg/MC7ZDQE46G0/s1600-h/06052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065534439024210626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/Rkxku-OLssI/AAAAAAAAACg/MC7ZDQE46G0/s200/06052007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;U know why some kids reali prefer being d only kid n those hu r d only child [really, all they complain about] wished they have a sibling or someone close to them in age as a family? Because they have never experience such a horrid experience. If there were ever a fairy godmother 2 zap away all my woes I wish she would zap d resident bitch hus taking up space in my house. In this case i was refering to none other than : My sister [not twin sister] jus d same age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkxnnuOLstI/AAAAAAAAACo/1y1l9fX0VSY/s1600-h/18022007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065537613005042386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkxnnuOLstI/AAAAAAAAACo/1y1l9fX0VSY/s200/18022007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since starting poly [late by 1 year 4 her] she's been acting superior n cocky...... she picks up a fight which has no winning end [4 her @ least] n tries 2 malign me by of course personal attack.... 1 thing dat i can never ever stand if ure trying d war of words thing wif me is gg personal. [there will be no mercy if u try] This is my diagnosis:- she has a big fat problem: by not living me alone and constantly interferes wif my personal life. My take? She's just jealous. [alth she wont admit it] she constantly tells me she is more important @ ome n she ought to b d eldest n blah blah..... if i tell u now more i think i wont be able to make it. D main thing about this is dat... she SHOUTS! she nvr listen n she thinks she is OLWAYS ryte...... [kids these days] Immature and is developing attitude problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;D resident bitch is bcoming like an aged old granny! Scary but true. Im not trying to defame her or sth. Im merely stating a jarring fact, something truthful about a sibling hu has got nothing betta 2 do.... but 2 poke in2 their elderly sibling's business and proclaim her self more important. She should garner 4 "D most revolting sister" award. I swear she would win it!!!!!!! Havent u been thru all of this? *snorts* tell me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The FA cup final is approaching. I will of course in this crucial type of game support d team dat my dad n my beloved boyfriend support. Afterall I think they have an 80% chance of winning as compared to Jonathan's favourite Chelsea [which he supports].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-1155982685957127557?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/1155982685957127557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=1155982685957127557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1155982685957127557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/1155982685957127557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/05/resident-bitch-anybody.html' title='Resident Bitch anybody??'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/Rkxku-OLssI/AAAAAAAAACg/MC7ZDQE46G0/s72-c/06052007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-651694873749318057</id><published>2007-05-10T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:05:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo-hoooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went out to buy another Affliction t-shirt with schmoopy poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loved the t-shirt he bought. Loads of design.. Front n back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMIxBZlWSI/AAAAAAAAACE/MDfsLExDdP0/s1600-h/affliction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062900044376922402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMIxBZlWSI/AAAAAAAAACE/MDfsLExDdP0/s200/affliction.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkL9_hZlWKI/AAAAAAAAABE/rz8IKafepks/s1600-h/Darkness_Slvr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062888198857119906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkL9_hZlWKI/AAAAAAAAABE/rz8IKafepks/s200/Darkness_Slvr2.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I guess 'Affliction' t-shirts r his fetish as to shoes... *thinks* maybe one day i would like to get the ladies version of 'affliction' a.k.a. 'sinful' soooooooo *droolllsss* pretty... different.. but it would cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;t a hole [d crash n burn type] in my pocket....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMAFRZlWNI/AAAAAAAAABc/UNmDi0-c2y0/s1600-h/tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062890496664623314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMAFRZlWNI/AAAAAAAAABc/UNmDi0-c2y0/s200/tank.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkL_2xZlWLI/AAAAAAAAABM/C-kU6jo1xx4/s1600-h/sinful.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062890247556520114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkL_2xZlWLI/AAAAAAAAABM/C-kU6jo1xx4/s200/sinful.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMB-RZlWRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nIbc1UrPkEk/s1600-h/sinful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062892575428794642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RkMB-RZlWRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nIbc1UrPkEk/s200/sinful2.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We ate Thai express again but afta dat I seemed to have tummy problems... Food poisoning? Unlikely. Schmoopy poop didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sob sob* I feel like a blind person walking without any aid to guide them. I lost my glasses somewhere @ safra Tampines. I know wad ure thinking... [how could I be so careless?] I cant help it if I am. I mean for sb who drop their ipod nano inside d toilet bowl while changing in a public toilet.... this is something small believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N yesh!!! finally, finally... I am going to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;spiderman 3.... [afta up to 3 weeks] still got a lot of people sia.... Give me a chance! i wanna watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its irritating dat all the tests are coming. Sometimes I wish life is all about relaxing n enjoying... *laugh* I sound like a typical brat ryte??? I dunnoe y d lecturers teach soo fast.... I feel like i just rode a bullet train.. *frustrated* god! i honestly feel like slapping their idiotic faces. I am bugging most of my subjects ryte now because of d sight problems..... *haiz* so cleverlah farhanah for losing ure specs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can't wait to haf my public speaking on special occasion... I would be wearing an evening dress.... *smiles* im thinking of how pretty or hot i might look... 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A long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why izit when a relationship gets longer the troubles and problems appear endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired on how things keep on getting between us [as in me and him]&lt;br /&gt;everythyng i do is wrong. everytime i find myself the target for some hot blooded treatment or an opinion [to his mindset it is an opinion] about how "you never ever think when you do things. Its not as if I want to say you but that is what you are doing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i get upset. Wouldn't u? especially if its done and said in public.... humiliated and embarassment rings a bell? dunnoe y things always have to be this way. it really irked and depresses me on how things are going These doesn't compare to being late... n dat [i promise u] would be the ultimate punishment 4 d day.... begging d question.... Y am i still together with this guy?[ i knoe some may think he is a jerk] Still love him. really do. think he is just frustrated and d only outlet 4 his anger is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyke of course there r times I feel like telling him its over [very close too] but when i just keep quiet n listen him ranting about wad a brainless git i am [it hurts i knoe] i find it much easier to cope. n then u ask me.. wad about feeling to cry? well, [they olwaes said] it is done beta in private. guess guys only think more of their own feelings then their girlfriends. when he is l8, i never, EVER show hym how angry i feel. never show him a sour face n I NEVER throw small kids tantrum... [contrary 2 how they potray gurls in tv] but when i am l8, he olways do dat to me. *haiz* Question! is this how they call taken 4 granted???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i write this, i will be thinking how ecstatic many man utd fans are if Chelsea lose 2morrow 2 my beloved Arsenal. Maybe the Champions league cup may be camatose to their dreams but the domestic league seems within their grasp. [most probably the FA cup olso] who knows if it may be the season to pop lots of champaign [or in diz case] mayb beer...... I will be buoyed in dreams to think of Arsenal would be coming back to glory again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-9122903872954354373?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/9122903872954354373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=9122903872954354373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/9122903872954354373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/9122903872954354373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-time.html' title='the last time'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-7338246314315559541</id><published>2007-04-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:55:07.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when u start thynkyng...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u expect things to go right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;they didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u tot u know sb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the fact is u didnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ohhh... y izit so difficult to get things perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I didnt ask for much.. juz some time to have fun n chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y muz relationships b so complicated? *pondering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When do i knoe when is PMS day 4 guys or when they dcide to go all dr Jekyl n mr hyde?&lt;br /&gt;*deliberating* hweva afta deliberating, realise dt it doesnt matter. [get it?] it honestly doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;In d long run all dt matters is u n him... [ hey life's not perfect..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX36BZlWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mHbNw29crBg/s1600-h/28042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059222332600834098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX36BZlWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mHbNw29crBg/s320/28042007.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ad a gr8 weekend. *cheers* it was fun 2 start d skool semester. Went shopping 4 schmoopy poop's stuff n he bought me some thyngs. I do feel guilty spending so much of his money. *smiles* but he saed as long as i love it... [which i do] especially since he willingly spent on my $80+ nike bag. He olmost lost his paperbag $90 with his AFFLICTION t-shirt inside... we ran like mad dogs bag to OG.... *Phew* Lucky us! Went to eat at THAI EXPress..... *yummy* my fav place to eat.. dnoe y but i love d place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D dae b4, we went to Changi Airport... nuthing 2 do wad... [wad u xpect... I wld love 2 get my hands on d sunflower. Told schmoopy poop, he saed he'd buy 4 me 1 provided i learn hw 2 take care of it...*aiyah* so troublesome! *drooling* I want 1! i want 1! d sunflowers r so preeetttyyyyyy. Went 2 eat at popeye's. itz nyce but since they got d halal cert, they've been very stingy wf d chicken......*cheater*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX6VxZlWFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/quQrrxpOccA/s1600-h/27042007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059225008365459538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX6VxZlWFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/quQrrxpOccA/s200/27042007(004).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;B4 dat u know hw long i had 2 wait nt 2 go to d airport n spend quality tyme wf him... agEs!!!! y? bcuz his hands were itchy witc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX8MxZlWGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BmLe3bZlPbk/s1600-h/27042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059227052769892450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="92" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX8MxZlWGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BmLe3bZlPbk/s200/27042007(002).jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hy 2 play PoOl... I love 2 watch him play so it didnt matter. As long as i was with hym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I cant blief hw much we have [or have not] grown in our relationship. im proud of us both [more still] of myself bcuz i cant evn stand a whole month in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX9vhZlWHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DChqtKelFqA/s1600-h/27042007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059228749281974386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX9vhZlWHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DChqtKelFqA/s200/27042007(007).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a relationship wif a guy b4. *yikes!* i knoe. investing in a lot of time n blah blah blah... dt's no problm. But maintainng it? dat's tough.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we were so tyred afta dt walking ..... we fell asleep in d bus... *gosh* i look ugly when i sleep! almost miss my stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*hmmm...* I hope i get 2 c spiderman 3... Probably not wf schmoopy poop [cz he's seeing it wf his mum] since didnt book d ticket thn i hf 2 wait till d 3rd week thn i guess nt many ppl... *oh welL* as long as i get 2 c.. its gd enuf.... D 3rd installment looks set 2 rock my world. [if dt makes sense]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059231768643983490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjYAfRZlWII/AAAAAAAAAA0/dBYEMvBnfo0/s200/2e.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-7338246314315559541?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/7338246314315559541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=7338246314315559541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7338246314315559541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/7338246314315559541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-u-start-thynkyng.html' title='when u start thynkyng...'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42BLeAtN9E0/RjX36BZlWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mHbNw29crBg/s72-c/28042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833869153810720081.post-5373983369303416998</id><published>2007-04-26T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:08:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major headache...aiyoh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh well... d starting semester n im olrdy having a major headache... many2 project, a lot of money spent on notes n a lot of thyngs i dun reali bothr bout [last tyme] hf 2 b bothered nw. y does skool suck smtymes? Dn care which skool... well of course unless ure a total geek or nerd [u might] most probably u enjoy skool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch[es] r running arnd where im arnd nwadays. its nt lyke im dissing thm but they r in an abundance. i despise d idea of thm looking @ u n ure guy as if they r sizing if u haf wad it takes more [thn wad they hf] wad's wrng wf thm? [n thn u ask me] wad's my problm wf thm? None @ all until 1 [in particular] took a jab @ me while i was walking home. probably due to her insecurities as her guy was looking @ me. she said i dress like a trash lady who has no class since i am a poly student. *angry* she shld haf juz refer d comments 2 herself... go back skool... study, make d best of ure life and stop being a society's parasite. [she was wearing an ITE uniform] I was bng diplomatic. bcz if i was half d lady vengence i wld haf ask her 2 go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat[s] r olso anthr parasite. mayb they shld join d bitch[es] n both of their types cn open an association 4 d bitch &amp;amp; mat. [it goes 2 gether] My poor schmoopy poop n his friends almost got in2 a fight wf them. Jz bcz they were not happy being beaten [in soccer] by a team wif chinese guys in it. how racist can u get?? I am very ashamed to ba a malay when diz kind of 'malays' bcum racist n insult othr race. anyhow, they were pushing n shoving my schmoopy poop n his friends during d match... *scoff* who has no class now? not only dat, no sportsmanship.... n 1 comment dt really tickled me pink was d mat saying "u pierce so u gangster" so FYI d recipe 2 bcum a gangster:- Pierce ure ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d sexy 6 r wandering apart. poor thyng. such close friendship cn jz b thrown awae bcz d 2 members r all so bz wf their AS club duties.. smtymes, whn u reflect bck dz thyngs r nt reali important. friends r... bt mayb [jz mayb] they havn realise dt.... i hope 2 enjoy dz weekend wf my schmoopy poop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2833869153810720081-5373983369303416998?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/5373983369303416998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=5373983369303416998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5373983369303416998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/5373983369303416998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/04/major-headacheaiyoh.html' title='Major headache...aiyoh!'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-2825077095927474221</id><published>2007-04-23T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:38:07.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh...its a library.....PUbliC nO-No!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;b4 i start yakking abt nonsense dt hapn 2 me 2dae... Im glad d MSU is over. it spared me 4rm d occasional 15 mins of pure horror...when d pageant gals' 15 mins of fame flash thru my tv screen abt hw pretty [or rather lack there of] the girls are.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;shoot Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyhw, 2 day was spose 2 b first day of skool. Ditched skool though 2 go 2 d gym.. I hate going gym [probably bcz i hf no fren] while my schmoopy poop does his routinal weight lifting stuff.. hweva..*surprise surprise* 2dae i was so energetic n finally made fully use of d $2.50 entrance fee.... y izit dt poly students cnt hf d student price while d jc students cn?? afterall, we r on d same boat... [in d catagory of STILL studying] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shoot me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Much later though, I went to the national library... [n thn u tynk hw nerdy i cld gt] Imagine dz scenario... d library is spose 2 b haven for doze hu despise noise pollution. n here comes a guy hu told his gf abt hw much dandruff she has n hw dirty she's making his shirt look. [u tynk dt was d end?] 2 further humiliate his gf, he asked her whether she know hw 2 shampoo her hair properly. all dz done in a very loud tone.... Talk abt pure embarassment..... *sheeSsh* doesnt he hf a sense of preservation 2wards d gf? Poor Tyng.. if u were d gf wad wld u do? Wad izit wf guys n publicly humiliating their gf? I mean ya, ure gf may hf dandruff problem bt cant u say her in a nicer n husher tone? [save d embarassment] it iz afterall d library duMmY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shoot Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;U kno wad kills me nwadays? 4 my schmoopy poop to live so far away n i or hym hf 2 travel 1 round 2 meet each othr b4 skool... i do hope he is gg 2 stay smplace nearer in Tampines.... Plus i dn wan 2 b so far awae 4rm hym. [so near yt so far] Thank god my course manager finally added Engineering mathematics 2 in my timetable. Or honestly i would murder hym... [no mercy needed..] in diz context being:- 2 bombard hym wif letters abt why I am not eligible 2 take d subject........ Cant wait 2 go back 2 skool tho...... Miss all my frenz.... [im paying lip service here...] 2 score points in my friends' books of course...&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/2833869153810720081-2825077095927474221?l=pwincess-ana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/2825077095927474221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2833869153810720081&amp;postID=2825077095927474221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2825077095927474221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2833869153810720081/posts/default/2825077095927474221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwincess-ana.blogspot.com/2007/04/shhits-librarypublic-no-no.html' title='Shh...its a library.....PUbliC nO-No!!!!'/><author><name>PwiNceSs</name><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-2833869153810720081.post-3007194642071829591</id><published>2007-04-22T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:06:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ditched... y oh y?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it waz a gr8 weekend... cant blieve it reali. Anyhow i got ditched by my boyfriend..... *in diz case being* left me 2 go out wf his mum....&lt;br /&gt;I really honestly didn't mind cz he spends so little tyme wf his mum n 2 take dt awae iz darn suicidal....(verging on E-vIL) Afterall.... *ahem ahem* I am a considerate and nyce gf..... (dats me alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant blive skool is starting... n further more Wallace iz our Care person... I can imagine now... his disgusting meddlesome waes.....(no offence though) I tynk he's a softie realy.... (jz lyke my Schmoopy PoOp) Wad reali irks me though iz I cant take my engineering Mathematics 2... Juz bcuz i didn't take P.I.P.C 2 (Note: only chem eng. ppl knoe wads Principles Of Inorganic and Physical Chemistry reali iz) Hel-Lo wad has maths gotta do wif science? Its bUll ShiT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thyng dt irked me reali waz hw slow Temasek Polytechnic (or rather my course manager) responded to my e-mail. I e-mailed him abt d problm n thn he hasnt replied me... (excuseme ure sense of urgency???????????) Mayb it may nt b impt 2 him... but realY.... 2 me it iz.... I jz wanna knoe Y? ( iz dt reali so difficult!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShoOt Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Universe Singapore? Puh Leez..... they remind me of... (oh nvm) 2 shoot out my mouth lyke st u'd thynk im jz jealous. But (ReaLitY cHeCk!) honestly im not. Itz jz if u wanna parade ureself in front d eyes of public... gt a good look @ ureself.... mayb smtyme alone wf u n d mirror wld do wonders 2 d soul.... (or Mayb...) jz a miraculous maybe d judges were cock eyed.... 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