<?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-3826248063960975657</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:52:32.813+08:00</updated><category term='I feel soooooooo weak....'/><category term='i&apos;m in an angry mood'/><category term='A tribute to a decade of friendship'/><category term='Go and sleep idiot'/><category term='I&apos;m feeling really unappreciated'/><category term='I&apos;m feeling rushed'/><category term='I&apos;m feeling vulnerable'/><category term='I am exhausted'/><category term='I am feeling amazed'/><category term='I am so hurt.. :&apos;('/><category term='I&apos;m siiiccckkk....'/><category term='I&apos;m in a confused mood'/><category term='I&apos;m still feeling down'/><category term='I&apos;m FUCKING PISSED'/><category term='Trying to act busy like a bee'/><category term='I hate feeling sick'/><category term='I hate idiotic guys..'/><title type='text'>Still Waters Run Deep</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6211918896464244115</id><published>2010-02-01T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:34:11.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last entry was 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; June 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long ago was that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been busy and frankly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; has been taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up most of my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I believe that most of my buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have let their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blogs lie dead because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st February today of the year 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; month of the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posted to a new office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving my job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planning to get married this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more can I ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More money and more time that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; suffocated in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the financial aspect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what with planning a wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and getting a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who's going to say that if I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;struggling maybe it's not the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No worries &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been planning and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re planning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;budgeting&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can achieve it cause it's not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've cut down on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more late night chillings at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coffee Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutting down on the late night movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping has been cut too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God willing, we will have more years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planning to go honeymoon somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;further than South-East Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My honeymoon won't even be right after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wedding I'm afraid if we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really make a last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decision to go to LA. I wanna show him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is totally great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a feeling this will be a good year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Willing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6211918896464244115?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6211918896464244115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6211918896464244115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6211918896464244115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6211918896464244115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-shitz-different-day.html' title='different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-5858344504875104393</id><published>2009-06-02T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:40:20.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[59] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have confirmed what I have known all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supposed friends aren't really true friends at all but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't shock me and I don't feel any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion has always been different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know it but I do know what they have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this few odd years. I thank my lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I am do not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually care about what people think just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those only two I have always been close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake. We have given each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell and created problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet we understand each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and are as close as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what friendship means?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to fight and argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet still able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to overlook all those problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm lucky I believe in the saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keep your friends close and you enemies closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really helped me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to look in myself but the fact is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky that I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt; of calling some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know friends even though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to know them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or knows them for less then 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of all this hypocrisy. I realised that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I saw an ex collegue who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gets on my nerves at work and has the cheek to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually criticise me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front of her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... What a blow to her when she got the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my sharp tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she thinks her mother is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that I won't fight back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. She got it all wrong as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Friends, Enemies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frenemies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-5858344504875104393?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5858344504875104393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=5858344504875104393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5858344504875104393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5858344504875104393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/59-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[59] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3296730238069684584</id><published>2009-05-27T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:33:10.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[58] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 more days of freedom to go before I start work again. Now that I'm working at Lavender, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;back to travelling the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;public transport with all the irritating morning and afternoon peak crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urrgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.. not really looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It also doesn't help that with the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Koon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; station, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;days of going to Lakeside station to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;board the train to Boon Lay in order to bounce back are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The crowds at Boon Lay are even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;horrible than usual .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; more complains than usual coming from moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anyhoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was talking to my mom earlier regarding some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;questions from the Other Half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when she said that my grandma was talking to her yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;saying something like if Other Half and I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;get married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we are more than welcome to stay in 1 of her extra rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who doesn't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grandparents and my family are neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have lived side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after breaking down the wall between the kitchen 25 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when they relocated from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since the only aunt of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mine who hasn't gotten married has flown the coop to her own place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 rooms in the house are empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.. Needless to say I'm actually relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was trying to think of a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to broach on the topic of taking over 1 of the rooms without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;being seen as forcing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;myself on them. Not that I don't want to get my own place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that both my mom and my grandma's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cooking are fucking fantastic I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I'm wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how I'm going to let them know that we plan to get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;next year without them freaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The weather is so stifling nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I really can't stand it. I can't get any restful sleep at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep on tossing and turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's even to hot to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;times like this I wish I'm a mermaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Give me hot, dry weather anytime rather than a hot, humid one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm honestly having writer's block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are times when I really felt like ranting but sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it just isn't worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In other words I'm too lazy of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Online games are an addiction for me for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3296730238069684584?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3296730238069684584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3296730238069684584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3296730238069684584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3296730238069684584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/05/58-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[58] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8514275976874634525</id><published>2009-04-14T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:39:42.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[57] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On Sunday BF and I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;. It's been awhile since we've been there and we decided to watch Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; apprehensive since it's rare that movies get better as the continuation of the show runs. Sometimes the plot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; just be here, there everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But Fast and Furious 4 was freaking awesome!!! Seriously cool! Paul Walker looks positively yummy and the cars... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;oh my GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't get me started on the cars!!!&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 actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oohhed&lt;/span&gt; and gurgled! Yes. Gurgled! Gurgled like a baby when the cars appeared... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooohhh&lt;/span&gt;.... I was practically hyperventilating. It gave me goosebumps and I kept repeating like a mindless zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt; cars.... boo.. ti.. full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caaarrsss&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; the lady next to me actually shifted and leaned away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nah... Maybe she's just cuddling her BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seriously the purring and growling sounds made me drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shit! I can't wait to get my license!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some people have said that sometimes the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; will deliberately not pass you even if you did well cause there may be something about you that they will sense about you being hazardous to other drivers on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm hoping and praying that I will pass and that they wont notice my coiled up energy in anticipation of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; rush I get from speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not that kind of SPEED mind you.. Speed as in literally traveling at high speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOooHHhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stop it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sak&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8514275976874634525?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8514275976874634525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8514275976874634525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8514275976874634525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8514275976874634525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/04/57-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[57] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6795822031928901668</id><published>2009-03-11T17:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:12:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[56] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gonna be reviving my dead blog. Pics of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharipah&lt;/span&gt;. Yes.. It has come to my attention that I can be a very vindictive bitch and I'm not even denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claims her face look white not because of thick make up but because the camera's pixels is not good. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHkHueIYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p0kdoMa0pHY/s1600-h/47674626652l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311863340125790594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHkHueIYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p0kdoMa0pHY/s400/47674626652l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is thick and white with foundation even when she goes to the beach. Guess she's not an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naturel&lt;/span&gt; girl at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHTZzZh5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/IQxRx3Pq4j8/s1600-h/278200289l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311863052920522642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHTZzZh5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/IQxRx3Pq4j8/s400/278200289l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to give her credit for having a consistent and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persistently&lt;/span&gt; white and oily face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHPIocQjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jQSKIROY014/s1600-h/257117895l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862979591684658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHPIocQjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jQSKIROY014/s400/257117895l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl seriously needs to learn how to put on make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeG88DsMDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NqiC5S0zw-k/s1600-h/1_765786473l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862666978668594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeG88DsMDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NqiC5S0zw-k/s400/1_765786473l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the ultra white face and brown neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGm2edfWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Rt0Gz-FwKnc/s1600-h/1_254442452l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862287523216738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGm2edfWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Rt0Gz-FwKnc/s400/1_254442452l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yet she claims I use a push up bra and flaunt my body. She doesn't even have anything to push up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGft20GUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mNJNWS_ov8Q/s1600-h/1_249154530l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862164950358338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGft20GUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mNJNWS_ov8Q/s400/1_249154530l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;.. the lovely couple. You guys suit each other. The quiet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bongok&lt;/span&gt; guy who kowtow to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fiance's&lt;/span&gt; bullshit and the girl who prefers her boyfriends not to be a real man but a weak douche to kiss her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGYsiG0eI/AAAAAAAAAU0/52rtoA6Rnzc/s1600-h/1_204600633l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862044335985122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeGYsiG0eI/AAAAAAAAAU0/52rtoA6Rnzc/s400/1_204600633l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you people who gonna say stuff like whether I think I'm so much better then her. Yes. I am. Feel free to look through my pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/damnenticing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.friendster.com/damnenticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&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&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/3826248063960975657-6795822031928901668?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6795822031928901668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6795822031928901668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6795822031928901668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6795822031928901668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/56-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[56] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SbeHkHueIYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p0kdoMa0pHY/s72-c/47674626652l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3677929599832575322</id><published>2009-01-28T09:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:13:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[55] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So sorry. I missed out something from my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saripah&lt;/span&gt; incident. If you read the part about her trashing up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; place the following paragraph should be about her coming back the next day, as witnessed by his friend, with bags in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which she came down from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; place with bags bursting full of stuffs. Not only is she crazy, she's a thief as well cause when BF came back from reservist, all his stuffs are gone. She claims that she was the one who bought for him his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking loads of bullshit. I didn't realise that you bought years and years of clothing in a year of relationship &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharipah&lt;/span&gt;. You mean you were the one who bought all his underwear and even his Army singlet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how one can talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of bullshit and not choke on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even took all his shoes. Can you fucking believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When BF looked through her pictures, BF recognised the Ray Ban shades that the fiance wore was his. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing from an ex and give it to the current one? so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distasteful&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies. I like to be as detailed as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3677929599832575322?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3677929599832575322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3677929599832575322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3677929599832575322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3677929599832575322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/55-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[55] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4275061686639161150</id><published>2009-01-22T09:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:14:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[54] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* BLOGGER HASN'T BEEN BLOGGING MUCH. ENTRY FOR THIS DAY IS MASSIVE INCLUDING PICTURES. READ ONLY WHEN YOU CAN SPARE THE TIME!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is finally Thursday and the week is ending. Better log in this entry before it gets too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;em&gt;basi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Feeling so tired and I really can't wait for the long weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last weekend was the best ever and for the holidays I'm just looking forward to just chilling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Weird isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It should be the other way round. Don't get me wrong. Was planning to spend the long weekend indulging myself with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of partying &amp;amp; stuff but it was moved forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goodness.... Let me tell you all about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After work on Friday, I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Point straight away to buy myself a pair of comfortable shoes as I was planning to meet my uncle, Alfie. Going out with him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't actually dress up as our outings usually turn out to be unpredictable and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads of crazy stuff will take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally got myself that pair of shoes from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everlast&lt;/span&gt;. The nice flat comfortable ones that I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;always wanted to get but always end up distracted and buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4 and 5 inches instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The ones I like were unfortunately unavailable in my size. Damn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That always happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So anyway once I reached home after clearing up the mess in my room, I got ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Initially, we wanted to head to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;town to&lt;/span&gt; watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; 2 but we missed the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9 plus slot so we headed down to Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to Pump Room 1st as Alfie wanted to say hi to his former colleagues. Quite a fun bunch of group they are and after which, we went over to Fashion Bar to say hi to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laura, Alfie's girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Headed to Pump Room again for some dancing and serious drinking. I totally made a mistake. Should have gotten a Vodka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redbull&lt;/span&gt; rather than a Bourbon Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By the time BF fetched me home, my head was spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once in bed, I disturbed him quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when I had to crawl over him to get out of bed to head to the toilet and puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since the next day was a Saturday, I had the pleasure of waking up late and since BF was working till late, I spent the day just lazing around. Decided to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;empal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;penyet&lt;/span&gt; for dinner in town and since we were there I suggested watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A nasty surprise came when I saw a guy look at BF, who was walking ahead of me, with a stunned expression. When I realised why the guy looked familiar, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quickly looked to his side and as I live and breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The guy was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Masnan&lt;/span&gt;, the fiance of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; psychotic ex-girlfriend, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharipah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now, this girl is really truly the crazy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possessive&lt;/span&gt; kind of person you do not want to have for a girlfriend or even as a boyfriend for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The kind of person who find nothing wrong in making you wait at a train station for an hour but shouts and screams at you at Orchard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if you so much as make her wait for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even worse, she's the kind of person who shouts at you in a public area and insists on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knowing why&lt;/span&gt; you made her wait 5 minutes in front of her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah. She did just that right in front of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; mom. How disrespectful can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The kind of person where BF couldn't take it anymore with her attitude that he had to take drastic actions and went out with another girl to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;show her that he seriously wanted out in of the relationship since telling her nicely that he wanted to break up didn't seem to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actions which resulted in her going over to his house in the morning when his dad was still asleep and started screaming, crying and begging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When his dad woke up and told BF to just go as he had to report for reservist and that his dad will send her home, She stopped begging and started to punch him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and turn over his fan &amp;amp; broke it but the turning point came when she turned over the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and let it crash to the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, it is wrong for a guy to hit a girl but in this case I don't fault him for slapping her. Being hysterical is one thing but to this extent is too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;especially when it was done right in the presence of his dad who is a very nice person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me... you expect a guy to want you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; after that stunt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When BF left and his dad finally sent her home, he and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; brother had to clean up the mess she made. After everything else she still had the cheek to meet up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his mom cause both were working at Orchard at that time and badmouth BF to his mom and begging his mom to convince him to get back to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was hard for me at 1st cause when I 1st got together with BF, his mom still held &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharipah&lt;/span&gt; in a good light until one fateful day that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharipah&lt;/span&gt; finally showed her true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and admitted on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; that she actually thinks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is pathetic and lots of degrading stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;before finally admitting that she used his mother and that since the mother wasn't successful in convincing BF to get back with her. She found no more use for her and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet girl. Ain't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before I go on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note for you guys. All the above events are true to my knowledge. Thanks to his dad and mom and siblings and his friends who up till now still tease him about it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So by now you get the drift and a rough idea of what she is like. To continue, I was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleased&lt;/span&gt; to see her expression when she saw me. It was a mixture of panic and fear. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Story goes that she left a comment on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; sister's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; profile calling me a slut and that I wouldn't stay long with BF cause BF didn't stay long with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;whereas she has everything in life and a fiance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since I know that she will read this cause my blog address is listed in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have all this to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I actually snorted in indignation when I read it. She has everything in life? What the fuck makes her think that I don't? I &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; everything in life short of happiness in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;relationship which &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; have blessed me now with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;arrival of BF in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have never been materialistic since I myself have time and again broken away from my family's lofty reputations and high figured incomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So if she is proud of those kind of things, she can jolly well shove it up her small flat ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cause it doesn't make any impression on me and I fucking do not care any one microscopic iota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your parents handling a&lt;em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lontong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; business? Darling, my grandparents had and are still doing their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lontong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; business too ever since the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; days. In fact. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gorengs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and loads more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So yeah... I'm not impressed. You're proud of having money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whatever. To me.. It comes and it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My family is comfortable but at least I don't look down on the ones that have humble upbringings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Calling me a slut is totally uncalled for. Who the big fuck does she think she is anyway calling me that when she doesn't even know me? Not only that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She has even said that I do not have to show off cause my tits only look big thanks to push up bras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch is really pushing it isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alright then... It's my turn now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let&lt;strong&gt; ME&lt;/strong&gt; give you a Class 101 lesson on the art of all out bitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My chest already measures 36B and there is a saying 'when you got it, flaunt it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;News flash. I stopped wearing push ups since I was 16 just because of the fact that I don't actually need it. Even if I were to wear push ups, at least I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;something to basically push up unlike your.... what? 32A sized ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway if you were to wear one it won't make any difference cause there's nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh and yes... I look good wearing a bikini cause when you wear one, it is placed so high up your chest cause your chest is so flat, the term airplane runway and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bee stings&lt;/span&gt; come to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In fact when I look at pictures of you in a bikini standing beside your fiance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I realised that your chest looks the same as his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To be crude... If your fiance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; steam, he can just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gentel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;punat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sendiri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; since it won't make any difference whatsoever between his and yours right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So save your unfounded accusations to yourself cause it is obvious that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; you don't have the support of a round bra cup, you are totally flat, If fact when I look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;through photos of you, you shouldn't be getting 32As. You should be getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;training bras. Face it. Even when you're wearing t-shirts or so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your bra is still high up your chest. It can't be that perky. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyhoos&lt;/span&gt; the chest size you have now is exactly how it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; for me when I was in Primary 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One time, BF and I were walking around town and since there was a sale going around, we were leisurely browsing when I saw a top I liked displayed at Zara's window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We went in and before I even had the chance to walk around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I noticed her straight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I knew she was working in ZARA. I just didn't realised that she was working at the outlet in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taka&lt;/span&gt;. BF and I decided to leave cause we didn't want to spoil our mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bad mistake cause the next day she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; sister and claimed that I ran away from her when I noticed her at ZARA. Claimed that she had known that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was one for big talk and that I was a coward &amp;amp; that I ran and pulled BF along cause I was afraid that if BF looks at her, old feelings would stir and BF would want to come back to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To me, that was just TOO FUCKING MUCH!!!! me? A FUCKING COWARD??!! RUN AWAY?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$$@%%(*&amp;amp;$#&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;$^%*&amp;amp;$#^%%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;$$@%%(*&amp;amp;$#&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;$^%*&amp;amp;$#^%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I normally cuss like a sailor but this time my normal vulgar language does not even begin to reflect the intensity of the way I reacted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So now you know why I relished in her fearful and panic stricken face during that encounter? If I am what she said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;, why was she the one with that look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I showed her that I was the bigger person by looking both at her and her fiance in the eye, took satisfaction when both flinched, just said 'Ah FUCK' before turning away with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a disgusted look on my face. If this time she still say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm still running away from her. I will personally hunt her down and wring her neck myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh... wait.. I don't need to hunt her down. If I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wrong, she's working as a sales assistant for COACH in Changi Airport Terminal 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My sources are still as great as ever. Haven't totally lost my magic touch yet. Times like this I'm grateful for the connections I have since during my Minah days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear Sharipah, when your name is as old school as that, I can understand why you would rather people call you Sheri. Yours is not even Sharifah or so but a Shari-PAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By the way, my name, NATASHA is a given name by my parents not like a glamour name like Sheri so assuming that I took on the name Natasha cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate my own name for the fact that it's old school is totally baseless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's Nor Natasha and I'm bloody well proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you wanna bitch about someone, please make sure you have the facts right 1st. Don't bitch about something so baseless and untrue that can just boomerang back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh... and next time, do a abit of research on your adversary 1st. After all, you don't want to be caught in fear like that day at Cineleisure on the 17th of January 2009 do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because it is really embaressing. In a way I'm glad I did not rise up that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;much to your baiting. *Yawn* it is a known fact that I like my adversaries to look me straight in the eye without faltering and with their chin up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah. You do that and I will hand you the salute you deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anything less than that, you are not even worth the bloody ground I walk on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh and since you like the P.S and ending everything with Yours Truly till you made it your trademark. Here's one from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. I now know what a coward you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and to be bitchy just for the sake of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.P.S. I have the butt and the chest. My figure is perfect and I have the looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My skin is not as horrible as yours and when I wear make up. My face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;doesn't look 3-4 shades whiter than my neck. I have full lips and I'm&lt;br /&gt;proud of it and my 2 front teeth are not that big. Instead of spending all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;money on your holidays. I suggest keeping aside some for a good facial care set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It really isn't nice to see someone wearing thick make up to cover their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blemishes but yet the black and some bloody looking pimple marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can still be seen especially for someone who thinks highly of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;like you or maybe just invest in some really good concealer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.P.P.S. Actually don't bother cause even if you treated your skin, went for implants for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;both your tits and butt, filed you 2 front teeth to an acceptable size and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;put in botox in your thin upper lip, It still won't prove that you can be better than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Comparing our other halves.... My MAN is better than your BOY cause he is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A MAN. Not a BOY. Anyway your BOY looks like he has down syndrome or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;something... to me that is la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But then you don't look that fantastic yourself. Just ok looking. Abit bland but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not really a person who can turn heads twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clever of you though to take pictures with a bit of distance from the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No close ups for you huh? or it's just only close up with edits or close ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;where you can see the difference between you white foundation overloaded face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and your yellow based neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hur Hur Hur....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; even begin to think that you have any right to bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;others you don't know about especially about people like me without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;suffering the repercussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOURS TRULY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NATASHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And that my dear girl, is how you BITCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Normally I wouldn't even mention the names of the people I bitch about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;However in this case, I'll make an acception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know sticks and stones won't break my bones and such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but you had better be thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that only words are exchanged. If I were still the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;old me, I would have paid you a little visit. But as it were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you're very lucky this time round but remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;good luck tends to run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Puting aside my encounter with Sharipah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Pssst... I'll upload her pictures when I have the time ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guess who we bumped into that night too... None other than Alfie himself and Lisa, also an ex insomnian. Pleasant surprise after my not so pleasant one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After chatting a bit, we decided to join them to Clarke Quay after our movies ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Us, Ong Bak 2. Them, College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to say that Ong Bak 2 was not that great but it was FUCKING AWESOME! to me la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;different people have different views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The moves and everything are FUCKTASTIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I wish I had continued my martial arts lesson. Haiyah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The ending was touching though. To have gotten a long way only to have ended up that way is really truly sad. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok... On with it... One thing I like about going out with Alfie is that I can dress down. Don't get me wrong, I love dressing up which I do with the GFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but to dress down means I can do all kinds of silly stuffs like dancing crazily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;doing stupid things with not a care in the world and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for this night out. We really went all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vodka Redbull was the drink of the night. Heavy on the Vodka of course. Words can't explain how I enjoyed that night so I'm going to let the pictures of us do the talking for this case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Uncle and the Niece. It's obvious we're related. Pulling faces are our specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQOKRCYNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ko10Zk-cKe0/s1600-h/DSC00005+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928828689866962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQOKRCYNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ko10Zk-cKe0/s400/DSC00005+(3).JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever wondered what a person with Fish Lips look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQT78LMOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NPvUjNkuTZQ/s1600-h/DSC00003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928927923482850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQT78LMOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NPvUjNkuTZQ/s400/DSC00003+(2).JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laura, Lisa, Natasha &amp;amp; Saiful in Fashion Bar. From the pale to the tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQCMMbbAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mx69X-pwCe4/s1600-h/DSC00005+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928623048977410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQCMMbbAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mx69X-pwCe4/s400/DSC00005+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Alfie, Lisa, Natasha &amp;amp; Saiful in Pump Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfP4u5tOmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CPI9uY6rFDM/s1600-h/DSC00011+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928460567001698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfP4u5tOmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CPI9uY6rFDM/s400/DSC00011+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Reserved for my one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPyFPFgOI/AAAAAAAAATs/8AMPcaLUsfY/s1600-h/DSC00013+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928346303168738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPyFPFgOI/AAAAAAAAATs/8AMPcaLUsfY/s400/DSC00013+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fashion Bar was great and we didn't wanna leave so they threw us out. haha! Before Laura thumps me. Kidding!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPsRtx8YI/AAAAAAAAATk/vibuVR-nhtI/s1600-h/DSC00015+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928246573920642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPsRtx8YI/AAAAAAAAATk/vibuVR-nhtI/s400/DSC00015+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Passed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPma-nbGI/AAAAAAAAATc/28PCK-4mEjg/s1600-h/DSC00017+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928145981238370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPma-nbGI/AAAAAAAAATc/28PCK-4mEjg/s400/DSC00017+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Various state of drunken positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPhaoapHI/AAAAAAAAATU/Zofd8cjj030/s1600-h/DSC00018+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928059988780146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPhaoapHI/AAAAAAAAATU/Zofd8cjj030/s400/DSC00018+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; In the end. Lisa fell asleep. Yeah she fell asleep like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPaS1kqwI/AAAAAAAAATM/Adsro2daP10/s1600-h/DSC00022+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293927937637395202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfPaS1kqwI/AAAAAAAAATM/Adsro2daP10/s400/DSC00022+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha! So as you can see. We totally enjoyed ourselves. Too much I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you wanna look through more you can go check out my Friendster or Multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frienster.com/damnenticing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;www.frienster.com/damnenticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.decadentlaydee.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.decadentlaydee.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunday was spent at EXPO for the wedding exhibition. The amount of friends I bumped into was amazing. Obviously I'm gonna have a busy year this 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Engagements and weddings to go to. Both BF and I were drawn Fatimah Mohsin's decor and RH Bridal's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They had this black color 60s themed mafia style gown and suit on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A black suit with hat for the guy and a black gown with some feathers for decoration for the hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Damn JAMBU la I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Afterwards we went to KK hospital cause GF Sue's babygirl, Roxy had high fever and was admitted. Poor thing she. When we arrived there her temperature went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;down abit so I managed to play with her for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her kakak, Rizny was being her usual mischievious self... talking in her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baby language and playing here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;These two girls are seriously so cute la... gigit pipi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since we had abit of time, we headed to Cineleisure to watch College. The show is fucking gross I tell ya! 1 of the sickest comedy I have ever watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But in a funny sort of way. Eeeurgh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanted to puke quite a few times while watching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seriously... those with a weak stomach are not advisable to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aiyah... but it's ok... only a few parts were gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok that's enough... I better go through my company email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQeFMVXfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/isERfaJnYSA/s1600-h/DSC00002+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293929102205869554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQeFMVXfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/isERfaJnYSA/s400/DSC00002+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till Then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3826248063960975657-4275061686639161150?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4275061686639161150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4275061686639161150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4275061686639161150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4275061686639161150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-you-warning-blogger-hasnt-been.html' title='[54] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SXfQOKRCYNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ko10Zk-cKe0/s72-c/DSC00005+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-379690303431115589</id><published>2009-01-02T15:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:07:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[53] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; January already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt;... It is officially a new year and it totally sucks to have to work today. Just a day of work before the weekend. With most of the people still not back from their leave &amp;amp; holidays. The building is still slightly empty and some of them are on MC.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still on holiday mood, I don't have much to do. What with the company implementing a hiring freeze for the time being, my work is damn easy. What I will be doing on a daily basis. Chat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue on the office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;. gossip about everything &amp;amp; everyone. Surf the net for more ideas on holiday destinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The plan to go to the UK is off since Alfie &amp;amp; Laura are planning to go Gold Coast. Maybe BF &amp;amp; I will join them. It's been awhile since I've stepped foot on Australia. It's been a long while since L.A &amp;amp; San Francisco so I've decided that L.A will be the place to go to come 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the meantime. Rather then heading to Bangkok this Chinese New Year holidays, plans to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; are underway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; brother is totally scared of heights &amp;amp; scary rides so we're going to go there &amp;amp; force him on it. *evil laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bali next come April. How exciting. BF can't wait to surf. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!! thinking of the plans I have for the year of 2009 has already got me thinking that it will be a great year. Not forgetting that my engagement will be in June. People who I know are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; invited okay. Be there or be square. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... lame... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;takpe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;paksa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Year 2008 for me was okay. My life was relatively smooth-sailing. Not much problems. Not much heartaches. Just 1 incident that has made me sad but I've moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Insya'Allah&lt;/span&gt;, 2009 will be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My resolutions are simple....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I aim to be at least 90% happier in my life for the year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Travelling of course to more destinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. To be 25. ( Which obviously will happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you noticed. My resolutions are all those that can be achieved. I'm tired of making resolutions that have totally no hope of achieving. Like for example:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. To calm down &amp;amp; not always be irritated so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have always made this particular resolution year after year to no avail. Me calming down? ha BLOODY ha! That will be the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And... my resolutions for 2009 are only 3! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; 2 if you don't count the 3rd because whether I want to or not not matter how hard I try. I will still be 25 come October. A year older &amp;amp; hopefully a year wiser of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway my countdown was spent at Clarke Quay. Sorry people. No pics. I had actually charged my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;digicam's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;batt&lt;/span&gt; however when I was rushing to leave the house I just grabbed my camera so I went out with it sans battery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Punya&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pandai&lt;/span&gt; Tasha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; crib late so of course we woke up late. Around 12 in the afternoon in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We basically just lazed around at his crib cause it was raining. A very nice day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; but I'll spare you the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then now today work... It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Time seems to be passing quite fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Better check out coach prices for the coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-379690303431115589?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/379690303431115589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=379690303431115589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/379690303431115589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/379690303431115589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/53-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[53] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-5731532186509792570</id><published>2008-12-31T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:28:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[52] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st December already... Hours more before the countdown to the New Year &amp;amp; I'm still undecided as to where celebrating it will be perfect. Was supposed to be on leave today &amp;amp; fly off to Jakarta in the afternoon to celebrate it there however unforseen circumstances caused me to cancel my leave. Haiyah... Now I'm stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah... Planning to go to lots of holidays in the coming year so I'll need more leave. Bali in April (confirmed) weee!!!! Going to visit Abg Eggs there. He helped to set up a bar, Oceans27 which is located at &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Discovery Shopping Mall ( Beachfront ) &lt;/span&gt;Kuta Beach. Whenever you guys are going Bali drop by okay... Huzaini aka Abg Eggs is the greatest person ever. Friendly, nice.. everything la.. Being part of the team in setting up Centro Jakarta in also in his resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure it would be a fantastic place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... other destinations I have in mind is Bangkok... another shopping expedition. Probably in June. Preferably when whatever chaos happening there is over. Possibly going there more than once. Either with the GFs or BF. Koh Samui is also in my list and not forgetting the UK... Better tell my "uncle" Alfie to let me know when he and Laura are going there. Laura's British so I'm going to convince them to let me tag along. Woo Hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that means no more unnecessary buys unless needed. Alamak! Forgot about my engagement preparations. Walauwei... Nak kena banyak saving ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I'm so sleepy. Wish I'm home or that I'm going home soon but no.. Got to work a full day. Tapi kalau boss dah balik then boleh cabut. Urgh! Work is a drag when you're in holiday mood. I could have been on the way to the airport now but now that plans have changed, I'm wondering where to head to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go here and there and everywhere but some of BF's friends are driving and traffic can be a bitch. There won't be any parking space. It will take forever to get from one point to the other. Tempers will flare. Oh wait... I mean MY temper will flare. As his budak-budak Yishun has pointed out. Everyone seems to get on my nerves. Alah... what to do. I just don't like the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. I'm getting bored. Gonna walk around thebuilding and disturb my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-5731532186509792570?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5731532186509792570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=5731532186509792570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5731532186509792570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5731532186509792570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/12/52-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[52] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3944993545396305493</id><published>2008-12-22T16:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:39:03.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[51] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night was spent with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GFs&lt;/span&gt; with a night out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Movida&lt;/span&gt;. It's not always we girls gather for a night out what with all of us busy in our own personal life but when we do meet up. It will always be a blast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Rosie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue &amp;amp; my colleague) joined us for that night out with her boyfriend. Though it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; no make it damn crowded, we had fun nonetheless. A blast in fact. Except for on bloody Mat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Salleh&lt;/span&gt; who tried to take advantage of the fact that it was crowded, the night went on smoothly after I gave him the evil eye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Times like this,I love the fact that I can just scare &amp;amp; warn people of with that look. BF was so irritated with me cause I took such a bloody long time to get ready. Then when I'm finally done &amp;amp; we were in his parking lot, I realised that I forgot my ciggies &amp;amp; he went back up to take it. As a result he was cranky cause he was late in meeting his friends. Well boo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HEh&lt;/span&gt;.. K la... have a look see @ some of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went back up to take my ciggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UpRjsloI/AAAAAAAAASY/VsEHmZhtIFI/s1600-h/1_413383998l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282533955993376386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UpRjsloI/AAAAAAAAASY/VsEHmZhtIFI/s400/1_413383998l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally managed to squeeze our way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UceQLm3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/hnRpbtvcxrU/s1600-h/1_645241617l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282533736062884722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UceQLm3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/hnRpbtvcxrU/s400/1_645241617l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having fun on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UYI8E7FI/AAAAAAAAASI/MmLTWe6oNYk/s1600-h/1_418205646l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282533661621939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UYI8E7FI/AAAAAAAAASI/MmLTWe6oNYk/s400/1_418205646l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing the early morning away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9USFu6WhI/AAAAAAAAASA/MU5gp8tbTvo/s1600-h/1_429485485l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282533557682199058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9USFu6WhI/AAAAAAAAASA/MU5gp8tbTvo/s400/1_429485485l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UMtHE38I/AAAAAAAAAR4/y259E0LdJA0/s1600-h/1_140032724l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282533465173319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UMtHE38I/AAAAAAAAAR4/y259E0LdJA0/s400/1_140032724l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9SBziqDQI/AAAAAAAAARw/5XUIbEuECtY/s1600-h/1_845120884l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282531078897798402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9SBziqDQI/AAAAAAAAARw/5XUIbEuECtY/s400/1_845120884l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sue &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QTQTLtmI/AAAAAAAAARo/XxpqMPbs4Ig/s1600-h/1_105477488l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282529179652044386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QTQTLtmI/AAAAAAAAARo/XxpqMPbs4Ig/s400/1_105477488l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QPZ0apCI/AAAAAAAAARg/gyD8QOshbUo/s1600-h/1_562947130l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282529113487877154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QPZ0apCI/AAAAAAAAARg/gyD8QOshbUo/s400/1_562947130l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, Me &amp;amp; Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QKkgH7-I/AAAAAAAAARY/AyqnNDC3ddE/s1600-h/1_376579511l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282529030456209378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9QKkgH7-I/AAAAAAAAARY/AyqnNDC3ddE/s400/1_376579511l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sibok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;selit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9P6CD6W0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O0n8jf_culY/s1600-h/1_656430282l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282528746333166402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9P6CD6W0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O0n8jf_culY/s400/1_656430282l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9P1wAJTbI/AAAAAAAAARI/s-r3WGFeB3s/s1600-h/1_887760006l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282528672766053810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9P1wAJTbI/AAAAAAAAARI/s-r3WGFeB3s/s400/1_887760006l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. I have to tell you... When I finally reached BF' place, my feet were hurting &amp;amp; I was walking in my stockinged feet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... but fun! fun! fun! Possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Zirca&lt;/span&gt; next? We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession.. I have fallen in love or rather... fallen in lust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to catch a midnight movie on Saturday, watched Twilight &amp;amp; yeah... I'm lusting for Edward Cullen aka Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though some might disagree but shucks to you all. It's nice I tell you. To be honest some of the angles didn't exactly compliment Rob's features but at other angles. He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pale but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mind me. I have a great BF but I'm a sucker for guys with dark brooding looks. The way they can look at you with such intensity. I adored Rob in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. He was playing the part of Cedric who unfortunately died. In that movie he looked cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in Twilight he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Tasha. Stop it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*swoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously drooling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9YXwLHueI/AAAAAAAAASg/olk7D42L8hg/s1600-h/425.twilight.112008[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282538053020662242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9YXwLHueI/AAAAAAAAASg/olk7D42L8hg/s400/425.twilight.112008%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the movie stills that I like... The way he looks at her... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yeow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Zaa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his brooding looks, his hair, the way he spoke... he totally pulled off the role beautifully. I can't wait for the sequel. Vampires are meant to be mesmerizing and he sure as hell mesmerized me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier I called BF and said ' B, I have to confess something. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have but I did.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he asked me what the hell I was talking about, I answered 'I've fallen in love &amp;amp; I'm fantasising about someone else other then you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a beat, BF demanded to know who so I answered Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was silence before he answered, ' you know.. sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes you are seriously weird. You betol aliens tak pernah kidnap you &amp;amp; did something to your brain?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabeh betol dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On with my fantasy, forget Prince Charming. If a vampire is as hot as Edward Cullen... oops.. Rob Pattinson. For him I would be a vampire. After all... The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; stop... Before I start gushing &amp;amp; make all of you puke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-ta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&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;/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/3826248063960975657-3944993545396305493?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3944993545396305493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3944993545396305493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3944993545396305493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3944993545396305493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/12/51-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[51] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SU9UpRjsloI/AAAAAAAAASY/VsEHmZhtIFI/s72-c/1_413383998l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6914634450787927248</id><published>2008-11-03T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:46:47.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[50] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once again I have been neglecting my blog. Not that I intend to mind you... It's just that I've been feeling more &amp;amp; more tired or lazy as some might say and truth to be told. I'm getting a little brain dead as time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The month of October has been quite busy for me and there is actually loads to talk about but whenever I log in to Blogger, I would have these moments of hesitation. What with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; celebrations, people coming in for interviews, new employees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;... Not to mention of course... my Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; was so far so good... House visits for me were cut down due to the fact that I was sick most of the time and just too fucking lazy. Enduring the same questions of when I'm going to settle down and get married is getting tedious and my mom knowing her daughter doesn't even try to force or bribe me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even she know that when I'm irritated I won't be able to stop myself from saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; or making a face. Don't get me wrong... I'm not exactly rude to my elders. My parents taught me to be better then that. However it's those relatives who are not close that I can't stand. The ones who think they have the right to nose into other people's business. The ones who loves to brag. The ones who finds delight in others' downfall. The ones who gossip. The ones who... well you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I seriously can't stand this people and it takes great control for me not to actually say.. ' oh really? well I saw your daughter the other night in a club drunk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; and grinding with a bunch of guys who clearly weren't her friends nor her boyfriends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Emphasis on the word &lt;strong&gt;GREAT CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I mean... what exactly the fuck is their problem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kahwin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;siang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lambat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pakaian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gitu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man... these people really get on my tits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Work. Work is fine with a few exceptions. 2 people who have been given nicknames from yours truly and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;. 2 people who will always be the butt of our jokes, gossip and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Mop &lt;/strong&gt;- why we call her mop was because during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; season. She came to work wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt;. Which looks perfectly fine except for the fact that her hair which was always tied up in a bun was left free and to its own devices. Which was quite funny I tell ya cause as the time passed her hair slowly " bloomed". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Why "bloomed"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cause in the morning her hair was relatively neat and sooner or later it started to frizz up and was about to stand on ends. Like a flower, when it's closed and soon it will open up. I'm sure she must have realised that we were trying to control our laughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; and I have never been great on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;subtlety&lt;/span&gt;. We could never keep a straight face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But sucks to 'mop', she is like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt;2 type who thinks highly about herself and thinks that the right to insult and make use of people solely hers. She must have had quite a shock when she found out that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; and I don't take no shit from anyone even though the person is older. Workload for us has slightly eased up as she realised that we would throw her work back at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Berus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jamban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - if you've read a few of my previous entries, you would have read about my complaints on a certain cleaner guy at work. Well. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to call him toilet brush. Cause there was this one particular day, I saw his arranging his hair and when he came around to my side of the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got into a fit of giggles. Apparently he wet his hair and tried to do some kind of spiky style but failed horribly cause in the 1st place as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; would say. He has a fucking stupid hair cut. Really not the kind where you would think it's nice. In fact he totally looks like a fucking retard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why do I lets say anti him is because he's the kind of person who would try to woo anyone young in skirts. When I had just started, he kept walking to and fro in front of my desk for no particular reason. I admit that I'm "face-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;". If I think the guy is so not cute then he's not up to my standard. Fuck you people who says that looks are not important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Puh&lt;/span&gt;-lease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You look at people and if that person doesn't look good, you immediately start to comment on his clothes, hair and what-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt;. However if the guy is oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute, of course you would feel the attraction. I am just being realistic when I say that I would only go for guys who looks good and knows how to dress well and knows how to style their hair. I'm vain, if I look good naturally I want my BF to look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I'm digressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, he would try to gain approval or as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; would say it... '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;membodek&lt;/span&gt;' to all the ladies by giving them those kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;cheap shot&lt;/span&gt; comments like 'you look so pretty today like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;beyonce&lt;/span&gt;... like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;angelina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;jolie&lt;/span&gt;...' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;aiyah&lt;/span&gt;.. you know what I mean. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Gf&lt;/span&gt; and I having been through years of those kind of comments from guys naturally recoiled with disgust. He would ask 1 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;makciks&lt;/span&gt; for our number and he has this habit of singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; love songs when he walks by you. So bloody typical right? Step &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;nye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;jiwang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh and when you just ignore him... he would sit or stand somewhere near you and stare at you.  I'm thinking that maybe he thinks that he is giving a sexy, seductive look but no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At one point I was so fed-up I turned to him and said out loud 'yes? is there any particular reason why you are looking at me like some kind of pervert?' He was obviously shocked and dropped his eye and mumbled something. So I just said 'good because if you are, I'm bringing you down for sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;harassment&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like a dog with his tail between his legs, he quickly walked off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Aarrgghhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! Seriously... Sometimes I feel like beating the shit out of him. To add on to my dislike. Just because he is the cleaning supervisor,he thinks he's some kind of big shot. He orders the cleaning ladies around while he just sit around and walk around and smoke. If it happens that the morning cleaning lady is not around then the whole office will be untidy. But one can't say anything cause he has done so much ass-kissing that people will back him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also whenever the cleaning ladies bring packet food from home he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be the 1st one to open and dig in. How fucking inconsiderate is that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Jantan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;sengket&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; step &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;nye&lt;/span&gt; big shot. He actually has the cheek to ask one of them to question on what kind of transportation BF and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;GF's&lt;/span&gt; husband has, what they work as. Of course I suspect that it's him being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;kaypo&lt;/span&gt;. It's very suspicious when I see him talking to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt; then straight away comes to me to 'interrogate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I better stop talking about him or my blood will boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recently we had a few job openings, you should have seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of people writing in for the Admin Asst position. When I got back from my leave, I had 573 emails! To think that I had to go through and screen and shortlist and print each and every one of them makes my head fucking pound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Note to all you people who are sending in their resumes to companies. Can you please NOT send your resume like 5-6 times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? JUST BECAUSE YOU SEND IT SO MANY BLOODY TIMES DOESN'T MEAN YOU WILL GET 1ST PRIORITY! IN FACT IT'S THE OPPOSITE, WE IMMEDIATELY PUT A BIG FAT RED 'NO' ON IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DO YOU FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPRENDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God! The world is full of fucking idiots! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;dorang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;susahkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;diri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;dorang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;takpe&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Susahkn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; lain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On to the next story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My birthday this year was celebrated in a low key way. I didn't get drunk, I didn't spent the next day convalescing. In fact it was mellow... mostly I chilled out with BF... being lovey-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; and no. I won't go into all the details.. I'll spare you guys on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The long weekend following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; was quite so-so... Since it was raining at unpredictable moments. Time was spent lazing around. Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;.. went to a wedding escort and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; itself, we wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; however it rained... again.. so it ended up that I almost blew half of my pay shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Poor BF had to carry all the bags and in the end we struggled to pack the stuff into helmet bags. Kan i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;cakap&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;ambik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;lesen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;kreta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;bagus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; la... I need to get back to those resumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6914634450787927248?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6914634450787927248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6914634450787927248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6914634450787927248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6914634450787927248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[50] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1027197482682215101</id><published>2008-10-02T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:51:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[49] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost, I would like to wish a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muslims&lt;/span&gt; from all over the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have managed to restrain myself from blogging for the whole of the whole fasting month. Yup... me knowing myself and my vulgar language and my tendency to bitch about everybody and everything have practised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abstinence&lt;/span&gt; in order to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pahala&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alah&lt;/span&gt;... I stress on the word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ABIT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though my blog has been quiet, I for one will never be. Pity BF cause he has to be like a sponge to soak up all my bitching and whining. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haizz&lt;/span&gt;... Love him for being ever so patient with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kesian&lt;/span&gt; baby I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually have quite a few pics to be uploaded. I'm sure most would say that it's already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;basi&lt;/span&gt; already since the pics are of me going out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;iftar&lt;/span&gt; with friends. But hell.. What do I care.. Really hadn't had the time since I'm busy with work, cleaning house, going out and getting sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the fucking fever on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Sept and while the fever is gone, I'm still having the freaking cough and bloody flu. It's damn irritating I tell you.. I'm tired of sneezing and having blocked nose and coughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure it's not very enjoyable for BF either as I'm always restless in bed when I'm sick. With him being the type who would jerk awake when it comes to me tossing and turning, it is of no wonder that he's always sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually have quite some things to let out. Or rather some people. Namely. The cleaner guy at my workplace. The irritation of seeing him everyday at work was at first simmering and now it has taken a turn to boiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MENYAMPAH&lt;/span&gt; I tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ISH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I really feel like throwing something at just to have the satisfaction of seeing him hurt. I know I'm being mean but I can't help it. Really freaking annoying guy. I would really love to say more about him but maybe on another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si Tasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mentang&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mentang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;habis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;terus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. I hope everyone had a great time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;. For the kids especially of course, my pockets are nearly empty. Some of my aunts are really like baby factories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Makin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ramai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kecik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;semalam&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; childcare centre go wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Haizz&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Belum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;jumpa&lt;/span&gt; the friends with kids... My pockets will be totally turned out. How I wish I was young again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However.. I managed to pamper myself... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Mestilah&lt;/span&gt;... Prepare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;... Ever since in school I have always loved experimenting on my hair which means dyeing it in all kinds of colours. However that stopped when I lopped off my long hair early last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I wanted to... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue had cut her hair into a concave bob. And! fashioning herself into being the evil voice of Satan himself, she urged me to cut mine as well. Urged, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;cajoled&lt;/span&gt;, tempted.. everything la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind you, her hair was right down to her hips whereas mine was midway down my back to the elbows. At that point of time, her argument in justifying herself was quite reasonable. I was quite low back then what with me being played a fool by the one I had loved, I took into consideration her suggestion of cutting my hair as '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;buang&lt;/span&gt; sway' meaning throwing off the bad luck I've been having with guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took the first snip of the scissors to actually make me realise what I had got myself into. Too late I remembered that comparing me and her, my hair would take ages to grow out and hers would grow out quite fast. I remembered that I had already started muttering and cursing her by the 3rd snip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she as usual.. laughed and waved it off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end... not only did I have a shorter hair cut, I let it grow out to it's original colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, I've dyed and highlighted it. Unfortunately it wasn't very satisfactory. I usually go to this small salon at Far East and she does a very good cut and hair colour. I tried to book an appointment but she was full. Again unfortunately she is usually the only one in the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I was around a bunch of salons in my area. I went to the one where I used to go to when I was younger. However the person who ever did my hair was no longer there and I had to content myself with this lady who was rushing here, there and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ever get your hair done a few days before the festivities. It's a mad rush. The stylists won't be able to concentrate on you. I ended up with a colour that while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't what i wanted. My base looked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;orangey&lt;/span&gt;-red then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; brown that I wanted and my highlights looked more golden than the platinum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; that I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least my hair length is better. No worries. By next year, I'll have a new hair colour again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue said that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; overall, I shot back that it was can live with the colour but not the hair length. Believe it or not she actually had the nerve to argue back that she had nothing to do with my decision to cut my hair. When I reminded her that she did and related it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can laugh and said that yes she did and that she had forgotten. She is totally without remorse! Se-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, what did I expect. Coming from a person who made me swore off short skirts when clubbing cause she will be the person who will burn your thigh with her cigarette. It was purely and accident. But after it happened twice. Never again. Her best excuse, 'the mark will be a token of love for our friendship'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's utterly nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next thing I did was some eyelash extensions. Courtesy of... who else but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue. She kept on and on about it and knowing that I'm as willing to try out all the new stuff like her what with me being vain and all that, it didn't take her long to convince me of the benefits of enhancing our beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Cheh&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Menyampah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me 5 hours to convince BF. (He thinks that it's a waste of money and that it's unnecessary. What do guys know anyway right?) and with a bit of fibbing on my part (Sue pretended that she will pay for it) I got my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So 2 days before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Syawal&lt;/span&gt; after we break our fast and walking around the bazaar looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; Sue and Lin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;, we headed down to City Plaza to do the deed. As it so happens, There was only one person who was qualified to do our eyelashes, the other lady was sick because of full bookings for the past two weeks so she had fever and took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Kesian&lt;/span&gt;. And the other lady was only qualified to do the hair extensions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We reached there @ 9pm and it took 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; for each person. Since I was the last one, by the time I was done, it was already nearing to midnight. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Shidah&lt;/span&gt; (Sue's sis-in-law) was done with her turn, her eyes were quite red but it didn't sting. When Sue was done, her eyes were red and tearing quite badly for an hour plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me, I gloated that even though I was tearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;, mine didn't sting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, it certainly fooled me, By the time I reached home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;collect&lt;/span&gt; my stuff as I was sleeping over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; place, my eyes were stinging like I had acid thrown into my eyes and they became totally swollen to the point where BF told me that once I reached his place, I had better tell his mom straight away that I did my eyelashes before she start thinking the worst and shouting at him for making me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so frustrated I tell you. It fucking hurts like hell for me! I was already whining to BF that I regretted doing it. But after overnight when I woke up, it was better and my eyes weren't so swollen. It takes a couple of days but I'm loving it now. My colleagues have commented on them and it's honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bloody nice I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;oh... and while we were already lying in bed and about to go to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;BF turned and asked me 'I thought you said Sue is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;blanja&lt;/span&gt; you?'&lt;br /&gt;When he saw the big smile on my face, he pinched me and yelled '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;PENIPU&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was saying to Sue, I don't know about the rest of the women here in Singapore but Sue and I really have the habit of letting ourselves being in pain in order to look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BF says ' BAH! whatever! Girls are weird people!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-1027197482682215101?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1027197482682215101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=1027197482682215101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1027197482682215101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1027197482682215101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/49-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[49] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6162049846583301726</id><published>2008-09-01T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:10:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[48] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 1st day of the fasting month. Yup. The day has finally arrived. This is going to be the shortest entry ever made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6162049846583301726?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6162049846583301726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6162049846583301726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6162049846583301726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6162049846583301726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/48-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[48] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8607380273213708286</id><published>2008-08-27T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:48:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[47] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm getting tired of looking out of the window and see the rain pouring down. The wet season is obviously on it's way. Standby the umbrellas everyone... For a person like me (who absolutely abhors bringing umbrella) this is pure torture. It's dampens one's mood and it's difficult to walk around. I remember one time BF and I rushed to Far East Plaza with the intention of changing my books when there was a break in weather. A break which lasted only a bloody 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before it started pouring with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say.. I was very pissed off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another time, when there was a lull in the weather, we decided to watch some midnight show at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;. Since it didn't rain for 3 days, we were hoping that it wouldn't rain on that particular day. However, as Murphy's Law dictates.. whatever that can go wrong, will go wrong. Right after the movie ended at 1 plus am, when we just came out of the mall, just about to light up. it poured. There wasn't any warning whatsoever, it just came down in sheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was bloody pissed off! In the end we spent the time waiting for the rain to end by chilling at Gloria Jean's. It didn't let up. Let's just say that when it finally stopped, when we reached home to his place. It was nearly 7am. Poor BF was already nodding off to sleep. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;... it's a very good reason to get a car license and a car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheh&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;padahal&lt;/span&gt; I have had the opportunity loads of times only I was too lazy. Don't care... Gonna do it next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;. No more excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the meantime... I'll just sit one corner and grumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. totally random entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8607380273213708286?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8607380273213708286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8607380273213708286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8607380273213708286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8607380273213708286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/47-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[47] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-491354886470794781</id><published>2008-08-25T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:26:44.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[46] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Monday again... however I'm not feeling any of the Monday blues today. I woke up feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Not grumpy or anything and time seems to pass by quite fast today. Not sure bout the rest of you but to me it is. Also... I may be up for a promotion. So after lunch I have to go for understudy with the person that I may be working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; in the future. Quite fast huh? Well... Apparently the people here will give you that chance if they see the potential in you. I didn't suck up to anyone if that is what you're thinking. It's just that except for a certain few egotistical idiots, the rest of the staff here are very warm and friendly so naturally you'll treat them in the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Not sure how the work will be like. From what I see from the previous lady, she was always rushing here and there but it could be because she's doing 2 jobs. She's also being promoted to another department and so far the people they have interviewed for her position has never been satisfactory so for the time being it's very hectic for her. But I can't give the job a test run till they found a temp who could cover me for the week or 2 at most. Honestly I won't start until the find someone too. I wouldn't want to run around like a headless chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Not really sure if I will have the opportunity to blog if I were promoted though but we'll see. But you know what... The pay raise will be great. WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!! Anyway... my weekend sucks. It would have been great if it wasn't for the bloody rain. I was so annoyed that it rained almost the whole day on Sunday! BF and I had to take cab and bus when we went out. That does it! I'm going to stick it through. Enough of enrolling and not turning up for the course. Once I have my license, it will be so much easier for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;A few weeks back I told BF to get his car license rather then going for his Class 2 and he told me to give him a good reason to convince him to do so since he has absolutely no interest in cars as bikes are his passion. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt; over his place during the weekend so when we were getting ready to go out and it started to rain buckets, I turned and said to him 'remember that time you wanted a good reason to get a car license? that is my bloody good reason to you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He just made a face and agreed that it was. So next week both of us are going to enroll. Talked it out with my parents and they agreed to get me a car AS LONG as I pay for the lesson myself. That's a relief. It's a very good motivation. Don't get me wrong. My parents are not spoiling me. They are getting me a car but they're not paying full for it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. We're going dutch on the payments with the agreement on my part that when BF and I get married then the other half will be shifted to him. Sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; right? Well... get the license 1st then I can talk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;... It looks like it's going to rain again. Shit! I hate to bring umbrella. Looks like I will get wet if it's raining after I finish work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5 more days to go before BF and I can make our final plans. I CAN'T WAIT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It's another week to go before fasting month starts. Time flies huh? After another month, it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; and MY birthday!! Wow... Gonna be the end of the year soon. So far, my year has been great and I hope it will continue to be the same for always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; gotta go prepare myself just in case the temp turns up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-491354886470794781?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/491354886470794781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=491354886470794781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/491354886470794781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/491354886470794781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/46-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[46] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3519810716046910840</id><published>2008-08-21T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:46:17.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[45] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I realised that I have never written so many entries in a month ever since I started my blog. Since I have alot of free time on my hands as I tend to finish my work quite fast even though I try to pace myself as slowly as possible... Blogging is now a regular habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel like this a a slow week for me but I think that it is only because BF and I have planned something at the end of the month which makes the days and hours and minutes drag by. I so can't wait for that particular day to finally dawn on my life. Wish I have that universal control from the movie 'Click' with me.. Hoo well... just waiting is as much I can do for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Patience was never a virtue of mine. In fact patience and I are only passing acquintances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yesterday I had a very nice surprise. For starters, since BF ended work early, he fetched me from my workplace and headed to Jurong Point for dinner. Nothing fancy... It's been awhile since we ate Long John Silver. Sat and talked and after we're done, we were walking around doing abit of window shopping when BF finally said he wanted to take a smoke before heading back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;However after we finished smoking, he dragged me inside again and I was totally confused. I got a pleasant shock when he dragged me to Soo Kee jewellery. Apparently after hearing me say that 1 of the wedding bands were nice. He decided to have a look see. Imagine my surprise when after being shown the rings and tried on a few, he turned to me and asked whether I really fancy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Which was silly cause of course I fancied it like mad. But I got a shock when he looked at me in the eyes and said... "Then we'll take it" I was standing there like a fool with my mouth gaping while he was smilling. Apparently triumphant that he managed to shock me out of my shoes. He insisted that he meant it. After conversing with the salesgirl and taking her namecard, he pushed me out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;When I told him that I know he was joking, he told me that he was serious and that he was going to bring me around to check out a few more jewellery stores since he knew that I was fickle-minded and that if I really fancied the rings at Soo Kee, we will be coming back by next week to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The idea is weird really cause they only need 6 to 8 weeks tops for the ring to be ready for collection and it was not really logical cause we are planning for the big event to be held sometime next year and if he order it next week, it will still be a long way to go. His simple solution. Buy it then keep it till the day comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Crazy... Don't get me wrong... I'm estatic but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He can still say that if I wanted, I can actually consider it as an engagement ring and when it's nearing the big day, we can go out and find another ring. Ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;But... Hehehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Have a look. These 2 are my favourite designs. Which design is nice do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SK0qCe6nH5I/AAAAAAAAALo/EV-p3Bjf1Pg/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236888163848757138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SK0qCe6nH5I/AAAAAAAAALo/EV-p3Bjf1Pg/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'M LOVING HIM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3519810716046910840?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3519810716046910840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3519810716046910840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3519810716046910840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3519810716046910840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/45-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[45] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SK0qCe6nH5I/AAAAAAAAALo/EV-p3Bjf1Pg/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8833428101697330290</id><published>2008-08-19T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:01:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[44] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FUCKING bored!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal stuff of course... My work's done and I have totally nothing to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;... I really feel like I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gaji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buta&lt;/span&gt; man... Great I know but it really does get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boooorrriiiinnnggg&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I was pissed earlier with my mom. She called and said she threw 1 of my underwear because she was annoyed that it stained her clothes not once but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her which underwear, I almost cried when I heard her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underwear she threw was 1 of my favourites... It was a very enticing shade of lavender purple. The material was as soft as a feather. It was very smooth. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VPL&lt;/span&gt; and it fits me like a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; skin. It was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BF's&lt;/span&gt; favourite. Favourite as in he liked seeing me wearing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! I paid like 20 plus dollars for it. Cause that underwear was bought from Blush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly shrieking into the phone to my mom who was somewhat shocked that I would react so unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ' Why did you have to throw it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, confused ' I just told you. I'm fed up with it. When you washed it last time, it stained my shirt. This time it stained my jeans and and work pants so I threw it away '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ' Ma... It costs me nearly $30!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, after a minute of silence ' Why did you go and buy such expensive underwear? Not like anyone can see it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me 'Because I fell in love with it. It's soft and nice!' In my head, 'and because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ipul&lt;/span&gt; likes it too'&lt;br /&gt;'I bought it from Blush!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, ' Crazy! No wonder so expensive. You know how many underwear you can buy with $30? Some cheap ones are nice too. Anyway... if you buy underwear that expensive and the colour runs, it's not good. It's actually poisonous to the skin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ' Still.... It's Blush!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haiyah&lt;/span&gt;... times like this you're very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unreasonable&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nabei&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mourn..... Until BF buys me another 1 like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8833428101697330290?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8833428101697330290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8833428101697330290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8833428101697330290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8833428101697330290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/44-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[44] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3055314790694158686</id><published>2008-08-18T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:24:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[43] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.. Feeling the Monday Blues. Overall the weekend for me was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I feel that the weekends are getting shorter and shorter. I feel even more sorry for the BF as he has to work during the weekends thanks to his company's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;... Last Saturday was our 1 year anniversary.. Time flies yeah? We're already a year and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... 2 days together. So far so good. BF and I spent most of the year together laughing and altogether being happy, romantic and mushy. I'm not saying that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any arguments. Like all couples we do have the occasional quarrels but it wouldn't last long. Not for a day. Not even for an hour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. So far we only had 2 major bust-ups but those fizzled out quite quickly. Those who know me would know how easily I get angry and how my temper is like. So being with BF is great cause he really is the water to my fire. I pity him for those times when he had to bear the brunt of my anger, frustration, irritation, fickle-mindedness.. everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. I would get angry and he would just keep silent while I went about bitching about everything and every person I clap my eyes on... People's clothes, hair.. how the stupid car is in a stupid color, how the stupid tree is shedding its stupid leaves at the wrong time... basically I am really showing what a horrible person I can be but he would take it in his stride and just went along with everything i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not counting the times when my temper gets really full-blown and I would smash whatever stuff I'm holding against the wall  or to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medal should be given to him.  My poor BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return he would still treat me well and talk to me nicely. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haizz&lt;/span&gt;... I so don't deserve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good influence for me. Who knows 1 day.. You'll see a totally different me.. All cool and calm and quiet. Not like to mentally unstable person that I was before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Did I hear groans there... Shame on you disbelievers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that I AM able to change myself and I would! But of course I would still retain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of it cause after all... I wouldn't exactly be me would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... who wouldn't know Natasha. The one with such charming personality and kind heart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sniggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway.. I'm bored and I totally have nothing to do. I've done the work I have even though I've paced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what most of the people are doing around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I just found out that the Admin Assistants employed by this company earns quite a sum.. Get this... They bring back around 3k plus. Yes! BRING BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because these people have a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me I've only been sub-contracted here so no.. that sum is like 1/2 more than what I'm earning. If you think that they work damn hard to earn that kind of sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are SO BLOODY WRONG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck... the people here are fucking slack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;... come in to work only break for breakfast. Lunch takes 1 hours. Their tea break is an hour. I see them walking here and there. Taking smoke breaks.. gossiping in the pantry. Taking a rest in the wellness room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... when I call them or go to their desks, they are always fucking not around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they come in at 9.30am when work starts at 8.30am and they will leave on the dot at 5.30pm. Some even earlier like 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their welfare and benefits here are fucking fantastic. It's no wonder some of the staffs here have worked more than 20 years. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to them.. my welfare and benefits is a pittance. But hey... I can't complain all that much.. My work here is fairly easy. To the point where I'll be staring out the window and counting the cars going by the highway. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even here I am not shielded by the stupidity of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 2 examples on how some people who supposedly have brains (judging from their many educational certs) are stupid in the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] The other day, I was over at the Reception desk when 1 of the staff kept pushing at the door. Now our door is the magnetised type where you have to press on a door release button. So the staff kept on pushing and faced me and the Receptionist with a bewildered look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to press the round button and she pressed... the light switch which was the normal rectangular kind. Then I said no... that's the light switch. It's the round button beside it. So she pressed... the other light switch.. My mouth was nearly open at her stupidity. So I said it's the one that has the label door release. She looked even more puzzled while she tried to look around for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so exasperated.. Finally I said slowly and gesticulating with my hands. "It's. The. Round. Button. With. The. Yellow. Label. That. Says. Door. Release. Button. Next. To Your Finger." Then she finally gets it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; while happily pushing the button and walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I wanted to strangle her. I found out that she has been working here a year. Granted, the contractors magnetised the door recently but it was nearly 7 months ago. So how has she been going out the door all these while I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Like I have just mentioned, the staff here are always not at their desks but even if they are, they will never EVER answer their phones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;... the calls are all screened by the Receptionist so that means there are no0 sales calls or anything. Just calls from people they are dealing with but even so.. they just can't be bothered. So for the case of my department, I am the one who have to entertain these calls and  honestly some of the callers are really quite dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today.. a staff from the other building called a staff here but couldn't get through to him. So she asked me.. why is it that when I tried to call him and his line is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;engaged&lt;/span&gt;. I went all quiet when I heard this because it was so incredulous. So I said pardon me. She said again. I've been trying to call him but his line is engaged. why is that so. I said it could be because he's on the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... so that's why... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then..." Another time. Somebody called me. " Eh.. I tried to call so and so and her line kept ringing but she didn't answer and it went to voicemail. Why ah?" Me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... maybe she's not at her desk?? The answer... "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hoh&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bloody stupid can you get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like going up to them and say kill me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess common sense is not so common for some people right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be getting engaged next year... February most probably. However BF and I have a plan. So if all goes well... We will probably get married straight away. If all goes well that is. If not, we'll stick to the engagement plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3055314790694158686?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3055314790694158686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3055314790694158686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3055314790694158686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3055314790694158686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/43-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[43] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4010082694459537025</id><published>2008-08-08T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:03:29.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[42] Different Shitz Different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.45pm, the eve of a holiday and yet I'm still at the office. No half day for me. For some of the other staff they got the leave and the half day privilege. However the company will be closed on Monday so that's a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday the Bf and I went to The Arena with my girlfriends. It's been so long since we went clubbing what with us all being so busy with our lives. But Sue had really wanted to go since it's already 2 months passed ever since she gave birth. Last I went there John Molina's band was the in house band but I was pleasantly surprised to see a different band from the States playing. Very nice with the latest songs and them being African-American... It was infused with alot of Rnb and Hip Hop beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave by 4 though as Bf  had work the next day. But it was great to meet up with the girls. Tomorrow's National Day. Still haven't confirmed with the Bf the destination to go to. Wanted to watch the fireworks but I can't stand the crowds. Me being the hot-tempered impatient person, I'm sure there will be people who will incur my wrath. I think I'll leave soon. The rest of my department has left and I think I'll finish up some little things and leave by the 5.15pm transport. Maybe I'll do a spot of shopping over at Jurong Point. I need to get more Victoria Secret's body splash and some new clothes... Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Bf nagging away in my mind... Oh well... I'm sure he will want me to look and smell good. Kheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-4010082694459537025?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4010082694459537025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4010082694459537025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4010082694459537025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4010082694459537025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/42-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[42] Different Shitz Different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8136030354331507379</id><published>2008-07-31T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:27:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[41] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally do not understand what is so great in being someone who thinks that they know-it-all and act all superior. So far the people here have been great. Most of them anyway. There are a few who are the typical office bitches. Yeah.. Typically they are ladies. There's these 2 ladies unfortunately Malay, who think that they are so up to par with the Caucasians. They pride on themselves being very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt;', loud and 'laser-mouthed'. However they are just the secretaries. For their own respective department under department managers yet they behave like as if they are the secretaries of the VP who actually is quite nice when she's not PMS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of them who's a divorcee acts and dresses like as if she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;, yeah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pantat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; la, and being a woman in her 40s, it's not exactly nice to look at. She's not so big and fat. Just seriously flabby and I mean FLABBY. She wears those tight clothes with obvious spare tyres and enjoys going around pointing out people's faults. E.g. 'You know.. you should go for a face lift or something cause your face looks like it's starting to sag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said to a very nice lady who is in her 30s. Sweet isn't she. The other lady who I think is in the same age range must walk around talking in an American accent. Fake. Laugh a loud boisterous laugh when anyone of the expat bosses says something which sometimes is not meant to be a joke. Seriously. Who the fuck is she kidding. I speak English too. Very well in fact. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cheh&lt;/span&gt;. I got an A* in school you know. BUT! I don't even speak in an accent. Not American, Australian nor British of any other nationalities that speaks English with an accent. And I totally don't see the need to speak it in an accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly she can speak it in all kinds of accents. Be it American, Australian, British... you name it. Oh god. WHAT- EVER! And since there's more Chinese in the company. I'll have to say that at least 1/3 of them are like that. I don't mind either way cause I have always been proud my ability to ignore these kind of fuckers. However it really gets my goose up in a gander when they try to stick their BIG LONG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KAYPOH&lt;/span&gt; noses in my business. OF all the motherfucking things. These bloody fuckers are not even in my department and they are pushing their bloody views on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY boss. THE on I'm UNDER. doesn't even bloody breathe down my bloody neck! After nearly 2 weeks of being here, I have actually done my job well and that it why MY boss has trusted me enough to know from A to B. There are some cock ups. Minor. ALL THANKS TO ALL THESE NOSEY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PARKERS&lt;/span&gt;! Things like 'girl, you can't do this. It's wrong, you should go to blah blah blah and take it from blah blah blah then send to blah blah blah' and it turned out to be wrong of course. I had very nearly got in a very major fuck up trouble. It is with luck that a very great  lady took me under her wing. She being my aunt's ex colleague when they were flying for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt; was not the cause of her being nice. I just got to know it today when we were talking about her flying career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it's 5 more minutes to 5.30... I can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8136030354331507379?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8136030354331507379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8136030354331507379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8136030354331507379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8136030354331507379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/41-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[41] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-5320074383002946180</id><published>2008-07-28T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:13:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[40] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to the BF earlier cause I was so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whining about the weather and I realised that all we humans do is complain, complain and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's raining, we complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's hot, we complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can nothing ever satisfy us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me that's doing the complaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're mostly very spoilt and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm sure I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally random entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a boring one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the minutes before I end work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to turn cloudy here in the west side. It was bright and sunny earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this unpredictable weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-5320074383002946180?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5320074383002946180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=5320074383002946180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5320074383002946180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5320074383002946180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/40-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[40] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3210217608467475795</id><published>2008-07-25T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:00:04.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[39] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it's FRIDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is over... Finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen BF the whole week. I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is starting to ease up but once in awhile, I'll be getting flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't that easy to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it's just another experience that I have to go through in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Maybe I should write a book about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Yeah right. Like as if anyone would be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's quite an eye opener though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who think they have it bad, maybe you should read my book cause I can say with all honesty that whatever problems you may be facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't as bad as what I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al'hamdulillah, I'm just thankful I emerged through it all alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More concentration on the word ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WELL is of course being a relative term as well and healthy does not exactly describe me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. been thinking loads about my past now. Wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best to the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't think that I have the strength that I had before to go through anymore unnecessary nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3210217608467475795?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3210217608467475795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3210217608467475795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3210217608467475795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3210217608467475795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/39-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[39] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3212106851848172507</id><published>2008-07-21T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:49:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[38] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is in exact coordination with my mood which has been up and down lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. it really gives me a good feeling when clients of mine like the way I work and trying their best to poach me over to their own company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of them sounds tempting. Good pay with a very relaxed position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the 11th month mark. Next year's our 1 year together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish I didn't lose it though.. It would have made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3212106851848172507?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3212106851848172507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3212106851848172507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3212106851848172507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3212106851848172507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/38-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[38] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1454138992560799208</id><published>2008-07-18T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:45:33.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[37] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst possible thing that could happen, happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I really wanted is lost to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's haunting me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-1454138992560799208?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1454138992560799208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=1454138992560799208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1454138992560799208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1454138992560799208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/37-different-shitz-different-day.html' title='[37] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2152411884003127458</id><published>2008-06-19T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:26:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[36] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff weighing on my mind. My migraine is back in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my work... hate my 2nd boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret that I'm keeping is about to make itself show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nauseous and sick all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf is going through reservist and I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart by the decisions that I should take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep well when I'm sick with worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd boss is not helping me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to make a decision. Don't think I'm able to decide by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take the 1st option, I'll be happy though struggling a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take the 2nd option, I'm sorry... So so sorry... Swore to myself it won't happen again but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2152411884003127458?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2152411884003127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2152411884003127458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2152411884003127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2152411884003127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/36-random.html' title='[36] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4174293324362926905</id><published>2008-06-07T14:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:27:59.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[35] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly pissed with the BF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that just because he's the love of my life , I don't get pissed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really looking forward to meeting him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been busy with work lately. Project has started and he won't have any off days till Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Fri he's working the afternon shift from 1pm-9pm and on weekends he works the morning shift from 8am-5pm. However if he's lucky he may finish by midday on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't actually spent any time with him this whole week cause he took some overtime on weekday mornings to cover a week of which he will be going to reservist. So it's just been a couple of hours where we met for lunch and basically that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really looking forward to spending time with him since he finishes work around 12.30 today. Already planned to meet him at his place before planning to go elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he called at 1.30 with the news that he's going out for awhile. When asked how long awhile is. He answered till early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my blood boil I tell you. Cause his mom asked him to send her to a relative's place tonight around 8 so we actually planned to spend the afternoon together before he sends me home and meet his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I curtly asked him whether we were meeting and after sensing the change in my tone he backtracked that his statement and said yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I asked him sarcastically asked him at what time he was meeting me nd he can actually answer in an oblivious tone that he will meet me in the evening at my void deck and we can sit around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew my top!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was that he can say ' Where to go? Just sit around la cause after that I'm meeting my mom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANINA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was in front of me I would have smacked his forehead or... kicked his shins... or... or.. done anything to give him all kinds of bodily harm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he plans stuff. He is possibly the WORST FUCKING PLANNER IN THE FUCKING WHOLE WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bad memory will cause him to plan and replan over and over again. Cause he will forget the original plan than make new plans then when told of the original plan, he will replan the whole thing then will decide that some things will be dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows I'm in a temper so he's lying low. He doesn't know that I know his tactic. Whenever I tell him that I will just go out with a friend. He will say ok but then he will call me soon and say that his plans are cancelled and tell me that he will meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm too angry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-4174293324362926905?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4174293324362926905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4174293324362926905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4174293324362926905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4174293324362926905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/35-guys-are-just-so-guys.html' title='[35] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-579727391836257691</id><published>2008-05-19T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:28:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[34] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The heat is getting to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really can't stand oppressing heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It makes me grumpy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which makes BF ignores me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with good reason he says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause when I'm grumpy, he complains it like he has an obvious target mark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on his forehead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I blame him for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get whiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Sat morning I started my grumbling in the early morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he was hugging me so hard while sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till I awoke feeling sweaty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his solution...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he hugged me tightly while rolling me on his other side so that I was facing the fan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night we decided to sleep in the living room and switch on the air-con..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was too cold for me and I kept tugging on the blanket and grumbling about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the morning his mom mentioned seeing our tug-of-war and nagged at BF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can I say... His mom is on my side.. *snigger*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't mind me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm purposely typing all this out cause BF pissed me off earlier..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He kept on pinching and kneading my fats..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VERY BLOODY IRRITATING!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now I'm typing this while he's glowering over my shoulder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now he's threathening that if I'm gonna complain or whine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he will stand by some duct tape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooooooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok.. Ignore this entry after you read it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just totally nonsense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched Qabil Kushry Qabil Iqam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very gut-wrenching I tell you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can cry buckets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long weekend over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still love you sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes.. even your masam smelling bantal busuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-579727391836257691?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/579727391836257691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=579727391836257691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/579727391836257691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/579727391836257691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/34-ho-hum.html' title='[34] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1573500203152084160</id><published>2008-05-14T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:29:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[33] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work is keeping my mind sharp and on my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been so busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till I don't even remember whether I'm coming or going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm at home now after earning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the chance to meet up with a client regarding a case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the 1st time in weeks that I managed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to sit in front of my lappie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and surf the net at my own leisure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even have the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for MSN when there's cases to be updated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;court cases to attend and so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm about to go nuts I tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also been staying at BF's place since he send me to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every morning. Thank god for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I don't have to wake up extra early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite the tight schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We managed to squeeze a little time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to watch Ironman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I so have to say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is looking so damn fine in that movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprising actually cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to me he didn't seem to be the perfect choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The show's great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking awesome!!! Bf and me left the cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went home to his place still talking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next I'm gonna watch Harold and Kumar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard great reviews mostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from my colleagues and a few friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently I was a bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found out that a supposed bestie of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put me down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to an acquintance of ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially since all this while said 'bestie'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked for help from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another one of our bestie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet puts us down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other bestie got put down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I guess supposed 'bestie' thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was my turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is however.. amazing how fast gossips and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mean words spread..how each human thrives on that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its even more amazing that people usually believe each and every word of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and somehow mould it into a deeper untrue meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before spreading it themselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people love making assumptions and crude remarks but they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are the ones at the losing end as they ponder about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their sad, meaningless life before bedtime each night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they're jealous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they will NEVER get what they want cause they're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unwanted and unloved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least try to have a good heart rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those shallow aimless souls out there should slowly work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towards being accepted in the world again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what sad, sad life they lead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unloved, unwanted and not being validated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not forgetting never been appreciated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus an attitude of the lowest human form and the list goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to describe them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a sorry state they are in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel sorry for them..fortunately for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im out of that yard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as words get around fast or slow, there's no secret left untold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so grow up, if not in this world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least try in your own little nut world of yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ho wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these people do make life interesting for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-1573500203152084160?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1573500203152084160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1208694820150322883</id><published>2008-04-18T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:29:57.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[32] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear You&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you guys something that does happen in real life&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of it, I would appreciate if you could enlighten me&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that whoever is reading this will put in their two cents worth&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. an answer would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Ok then.. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;Before I start let me just give a heads up&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago, BF told me that he was at my previous working place&lt;br /&gt;*(BF works as a meter-reader)&lt;br /&gt;not exactly at my working place per se&lt;br /&gt;but at the Technopark in Chai Chee&lt;br /&gt;He was reading the meter at one of the companies in the&lt;br /&gt;opposite block from where my previous&lt;br /&gt;company was located&lt;br /&gt;While there, these office girls zeroed in on him like piranhas&lt;br /&gt;BF got nervous and called me&lt;br /&gt;saying that he wants me to talk to him while he does&lt;br /&gt;his work so that he will not be obligated to speak to them&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. I heard their voices in the background&lt;br /&gt;and it was obvious that they were following his every moves&lt;br /&gt;I heard them talking to each other loudly mind you&lt;br /&gt;so that BF would hear&lt;br /&gt;it went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ey.. cute sei abang nie.. sape eh name dia?'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'ey.. this guy is cute.. wonder what his name is?'&lt;br /&gt;'agak2 dh attached tk? ade cincin pt jari dia'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'wonder whether he's attached. there's a ring on his finger'&lt;br /&gt;'alah. dh attached pn so wat? mungkin dia pakai cincin je suke2.'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: so what if he's attached. maybe he's just wearing the ring for fun'&lt;br /&gt;'yah. nk tau jugak ape rasenye main abg2 **. dh jelak uh main abg2 P****S'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'yah. I wonder hw it feels like to fuck with guys from **. I'm getting&lt;br /&gt;bored fucking P****S guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Note: - This is so not a lie. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;I heard everything and I was like WHAT THE FUCK?!!&lt;br /&gt;BF couldn't wait to leave. All this time he was talking to me mind you&lt;br /&gt;their parting shot before he left was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'jgn step tk dgr. bebual ngan gf ke? I bole kasi u lagi bagus. pantat pn bole uh'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'don't pretend that you can't hear. talking to your gf?&lt;br /&gt;I can give you better. Even my ass'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok.. is it me.. or does that sound so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;it's sounds to me that these office girls are cheap, shallow&lt;br /&gt;and fucking desperate.!&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told.. I was enraged. Not at BF&lt;br /&gt;but at these girls.. Like FUCK I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;what the FUCK is wrong with you!&lt;br /&gt;do they honestly think that they can get a guy interested in that&lt;br /&gt;way?&lt;br /&gt;so u just wanna fuck but to be so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;is there no other subtle way?&lt;br /&gt;So earlier today I met with the BF and as usual&lt;br /&gt;he told me how his day went&lt;br /&gt;apparently he and a few of his colleagues were there&lt;br /&gt;to read meters in the blocks there&lt;br /&gt;BF called me as usual and we chatted a bit&lt;br /&gt;he told me that after he hung up&lt;br /&gt;some office girls went past and one of his colleague S wanted&lt;br /&gt;to get to know one of them&lt;br /&gt;so his other colleague F went up to them&lt;br /&gt;and told the girl that one of them wanted to get to know her&lt;br /&gt;she asked which one and F said S&lt;br /&gt;however she had different ideas&lt;br /&gt;she told F that she wanted BF's number&lt;br /&gt;F told her that BF was taken and going to be married&lt;br /&gt;so she said ok, she will take S's number&lt;br /&gt;F went back to them and told them the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;not even 10 mins later she called S and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'betol ke yg laki tadi dh nk kahwin?'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'Are you sure that that guy is going to be married?'&lt;br /&gt;S said ' yah. kenape u tanye eh?'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: ' yes. why do you ask?'&lt;br /&gt;Her 'wasted sei. my kwn nk kenal2 ngan dia. bole la. kwn je'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'what a waste. my friend wants to get to know him. can?&lt;br /&gt;as friends only'&lt;br /&gt;S ' tk bole. dia tk interested'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'Can't. He's not interested'&lt;br /&gt;Her ' bole la. ckp ngan dia kwn je'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'can la. tell him that it's just friends only'&lt;br /&gt;S 'dia tk minat pompan mcm korang'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'he doesn't like your type of girl'&lt;br /&gt;Her angry ' HEY. CKP NGAN DIA KLAU HANDSOME TKPE!'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'HEY. TELL HIM THAT IF HE'S HANDSOME NEVER MIND!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ok.. what exactly happened here?&lt;br /&gt;do you people notice that this is a typical response?&lt;br /&gt;1st off.. she wanted to get to know MY BF..&lt;br /&gt;then she called MY BF's friend and asked him to convince&lt;br /&gt;MY BF to get to know her friend even though&lt;br /&gt;she was told that MY BF was getting married&lt;br /&gt;asked him to convince MY BF that it would be as friends only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then when S said that MY BF doesn't go for her or her friend's type&lt;br /&gt;she puts down MY BF looks&lt;br /&gt;few seconds ago.. she die-die wanted MY BF's number&lt;br /&gt;then when she didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;she acts like it's MY BF's fault?&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing when BF told me this. No worries I'm the cool type&lt;br /&gt;that's why BF don't mind telling this to me&lt;br /&gt;he knows I will laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;I totally appreciate it. Other guys would just keep it to themselves&lt;br /&gt;Happened to me a few times too thoughOne time while I was working at Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;there was this electrician&lt;br /&gt;everytime I walk by him and I really had to cause&lt;br /&gt;he was doing some wiring at the bar and I had to bartend&lt;br /&gt;so anyways everytime I walk by him&lt;br /&gt;he would say in a low voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'lawa uh dia. badan baik'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'so pretty. hot body'&lt;br /&gt;I just ignored him&lt;br /&gt;Then he would break out into a few bars of this song&lt;br /&gt;'Gadis Idaman'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'Dream Girl'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so technically he's saying I'm pretty with a hot body AND&lt;br /&gt;implying that I'm his Dreamgirl&lt;br /&gt;I got fucking irritated I tell you&lt;br /&gt;So while I was talking to my manager Cat who was smirking cause&lt;br /&gt;she knew what was going on&lt;br /&gt;And he broke out into that song&lt;br /&gt;I immediately said loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'OH MY GOD. SUARA KLAU SEDAP TKPE!'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'OH MY GOD. IF THE VOICE IS NICE I DON'T MIND'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Right then and there he went into defensive mode&lt;br /&gt;and complained loudly to his colleague&lt;br /&gt;who was a man in his 40s or so&lt;br /&gt;* the guy was around my age or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'PLS LA. KLAU LAWA TKPE'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'OH PLEASE. IF PRETTY NEVER MIND'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;honest to GOD&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;Even Cat was giving him a look&lt;br /&gt;and she said &lt;strong&gt;'hey. tadi ckp ngan aku kau nk kenal2 ngan dia. ckp dia lawa la.&lt;br /&gt;ape la&lt;br /&gt;beh skg tau tk dpt terus tarik balik kate2 kau. kental la&lt;br /&gt;nampak sgt hypocrite'&lt;br /&gt;Translation: 'hey. earlier u told me u wanted to get to know her. said she pretty&lt;br /&gt;and all that&lt;br /&gt;then when you realised that you won't be able to get to know her&lt;br /&gt;you pull back your words. what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;you're so obviously a hypocrite'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;his colleague couldn't take it anymore and laughed&lt;br /&gt;while he said to that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'next time don't anyhow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now you see what I mean by typical?&lt;br /&gt;honestly I have had my fair share of rejections&lt;br /&gt;but even I don't said those kind of things&lt;br /&gt;I will mostly just say ok and move on&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't see any need to retract back my compliments&lt;br /&gt;just because I was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;I am very much ashamed with how these office girls&lt;br /&gt;acted. I myself work in an office but I don't act that way&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues don't act that way&lt;br /&gt;my friends who works in offices don't act that way&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to when as a woman&lt;br /&gt;you totally have no shame in implying that you're easy&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is that sometimes these girls&lt;br /&gt;are attached, engaged and/or married&lt;br /&gt;yet if their other half were to do&lt;br /&gt;these kind of things&lt;br /&gt;they would blow their top&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the saying which is the ultimate favourite&lt;br /&gt;'what goes around comes around'&lt;br /&gt;luckily BF and I are a very open couple&lt;br /&gt;TRUST is not a problem to us&lt;br /&gt;and both of us mutually agree that we wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;want to get to know anyone unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;who in all probability could jeopardise our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;please enlighten on the behaviours of these people&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm am honestly lost about their attitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-1208694820150322883?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1208694820150322883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=1208694820150322883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1208694820150322883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1208694820150322883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/04/32-enlighten-me-please.html' title='[32] different shitz different day'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-7337717873538725056</id><published>2008-04-14T13:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:30:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[31] different shitz different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An entry for this month.. Sheesh.. I can only manage 1 entry per month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I do.. Been busy with the boyfriend and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Wednesday will be the coming of our 8 months together. Time flies huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember the time when I got my heart broken by Rudy. The ex..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At that point of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hated guys with a vengence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wondering where all the good guys had gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why I seem to end up with fuckers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm singing a different tune now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when I had thought that I might as well give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He appeared just at the right time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Wak who convinced me to go to Ain's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and scolded me when I said I didn't want to be around Rudy's friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and saying I might meet someone there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again to Dea for pointing him out to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the one who was consoling me and saying that there were guys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the wedding that may have potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving me my confidence back by saying that I was hot and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of guys there were looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right before she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me to turn around and look at a potential candidate for a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again to Mas and Kayom for being my go between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and asked him whether he would like my number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Cheryl who was with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 2nd time I saw him at Orchard and keeping her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shut when I was being a bimbo around him because I was nervous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Bat for initiating our 1st outing in a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;group so that we would be more comfortable with each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Aisha and Frankie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who were with us at Velvet Dragon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we split up from Bat and the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to you lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're still going stong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engagement will be sometime near the end of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course all of you must attend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I insist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last 2 weeks ago on 5th of April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned something that none of my exes has ever managed to make me learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I thought that I would never ever enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend succeeded in teaching me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FISHING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I caught my 1st fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be small mind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I caught it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We and some of the Yishun peeps were having an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overnight barbeque over at East Coast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when Oli brought up the idea of fishing with the boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boyfriend got very gung-ho about the idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 'bullied' me into liking the idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I was groaning and grumbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just ignored me and bought me my 1st fishing rod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was resigned to my fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a stand when he said that I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hook on the bait myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EEEUUUWWW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bait being live squirming worms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we made a compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he prepared the bait for me and I said I would only touch the worms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it was dead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better than nothing you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the worms they got were fat and juicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and oozing out blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a few pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However boyfriend was nagging at me to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking photos and concentrate on looking after my rod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I was taking photos my rod actually jerked off twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hmmm... something wrong with that sentence hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways boyfriend says he not going to look after 2 rods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I had better look after mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after trying to be a brat and stamped my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat down and concentrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing can sway him when he's in a mulish attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was glad when Mas arrived later in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;convinced boyfriend to let me have my girly gossip session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later in the night I went over to their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spot to convince them to have a bite to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they were packing up their things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was holding on to boyfriend's rod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truth to tell I was daydreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listening to their conversation while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grumbling to myself cause my hands were turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red, itchy and swollen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some kind of allergic reaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the rod jerked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoo hoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boyfriend helped me reel it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was whooping and bragging that I caught the 1st fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now I'm officially hooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quit my current job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got a very lucrative offer as a legal secretary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a law firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starting sometime in next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or 1st week of May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks like I'll be even more busier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't spend to long blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta get ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boyfriend is finishing work early and he's always grumbling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about the time I take to get ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALv-OryQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/vGyncwHRCR8/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188973573056906178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALv-OryQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/vGyncwHRCR8/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwfOryQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/VJrH0AXNH1k/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974139992589266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwfOryQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/VJrH0AXNH1k/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwluryQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lJOgqJMZr64/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974251661738978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwluryQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lJOgqJMZr64/s400/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwr-ryQ_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mgow5ngN1PM/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974359035921394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALwr-ryQ_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mgow5ngN1PM/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&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/3826248063960975657-7337717873538725056?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SALv-OryQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/vGyncwHRCR8/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3681499701195400368</id><published>2008-03-05T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:31:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[30] Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[30] Loving You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QZ-Y9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QFlqR-u1RuA/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174091060325776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QZ-Y9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QFlqR-u1RuA/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QRuY9_XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JknezcrP_u8/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174090918591855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QRuY9_XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JknezcrP_u8/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QIeY9_WI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RGFfak02PXI/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Best Love Never Has A Reason. I Just Have To Look At Him And There Is No Reason To Look Anywhere Else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor Natasha &amp;amp; Saiful Fadli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;16th August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you and you love me. That's all we'll ever need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till Then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3681499701195400368?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3681499701195400368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3681499701195400368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3681499701195400368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3681499701195400368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-loving-you.html' title='[30] Loving You'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R84QZ-Y9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QFlqR-u1RuA/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-9073026681596905165</id><published>2008-03-05T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:12:15.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[29] It's Already March..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[29] It's Already March..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title goes.. it's already March. The 3rd month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honest to God really freaking bored at home. To update.. I haven't been working since January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm lazy or anything. I'm being considered as convalescing till my appointment with the neurology clinic on the 31st of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's anything serious however the doctor believe that it would be better for me to rest at least 2 months before I can continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These headaches are a killer at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt; pounced on that idea giving the reason that he is worried that I would faint again in the train or at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that he's been sweet-talking me to stop working and concentrate on other things like continuing my studies or taking my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you shriek "CHAUVINISTIC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not like that. After his parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seperated&lt;/span&gt; and finally divorced when he was still serving NS, the job of taking care of his mom and siblings fell to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him being the eldest son, he took on the role seriously. Far too seriously in fact. And let me tell you that it sure ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping his mom to make his brother a more responsible person, having a sister who is going through a rebellious phase (i see myself in her) and also a sister who is going to start studying in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worries about them constantly but it can be seen that the family are very close if you look beneath the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk to their mom about everything that happens in their lives with a few sensitive issues covered up of course and they go out as a family when time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the so-called 'guardian' he tends to try to ease the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easing the burden in his language is as in wanting his mom and I to stop working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his company is doing well and plans for opening another 2 more businesses later this year beginning to take shape. He just wants us to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True... At times I do help out with his company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so freaking boring to sit home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm not used to spending other people's money. Luckily I got my own savings to fall back on and I saved some of the cash he gave me to buy him an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phone is fucking cool la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is being saved for a surprise birthday party for. Still a long way to go since it falls in the month of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm planning maybe something nice and romantic for the 2 of us and something to be shared with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the friends part I'm planning to do a chalet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; event at Aloha Loyang to be shared with his brother since his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bdae&lt;/span&gt; falls on the same date as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the something for the 2 of us is still undecided. I have a few ideas but I'm so fickle minded I can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immune system is getting really fucked up. I've been getting fever on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends of mine have actually said  incredulously 'your still sick?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to a point where I just say 'don't you know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lovesick'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I've been growing chubby and altogether robust with a healthy appetite but then I'll fall sick again and be thin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm allergic to chubbiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people/friends have been busy getting engaged or married for the past few months and I have another wedding to go to this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must really be a lucky year for commitment. My organiser is booked all the way to December with engagements and weddings to go to with at least 2 every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel love in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to update you faithful readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting engaged sometime this year too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you when cause I don't know myself. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt; is intending to keep it as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't tell me when his family will come over to ask my parents for my hand in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm biting my nails. I don't like to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unprepared&lt;/span&gt; for something as important as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Heesh&lt;/span&gt;... I'm getting goosebumps already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a text from his mom asking whether I really am going to bring her to watch a live band for her advanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bdae&lt;/span&gt; treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is adorable. She's the funky, loud type. She wants to go out to experience the modern life however she's afraid to venture to far from home without her kids or her own siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't even go with her friends. And if she does, all she thinks about is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she uses the kids as an excuse, her own kids have been encouraging her to go out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been pestering to watch a live band performance since she loves music so me being the way I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to bring her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing I bumped into an old buddy of mine. Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Toyak&lt;/span&gt; from Tribe and Enigma who plays at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Brix&lt;/span&gt; for Happy Hour on Thurs and Hard Rock on Fri and Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if there's a timing clash since his mom will be finishing work at 9pm maybe I'll bring her to Insomnia (my old working place) or watch another old buddy of mine Jeff from Cats In The Cradle. Or maybe even my favourite girl Nana a Singapore Idol finalist in season 1 at Muddy Murphy if she's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not a good future daughter-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to say no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry that I bored you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-9073026681596905165?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/9073026681596905165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=9073026681596905165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/9073026681596905165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/9073026681596905165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/29-its-already-march.html' title='[29] It&apos;s Already March..'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4635750665398766451</id><published>2008-02-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:11:03.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[28] Idiotic Taxi Drivers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[28] Idiotic Taxi Drivers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what my title implies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to complain about all this idiotic taxi drivers in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on.. I know I can't accuse all taxi drivers to be idiotic as some of us including me have relatives that are driving taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of these drivers are downright idiotic, selfish and basically &lt;strong&gt;CHAO CHEE BYE&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out with the boyfie. We had our Ayam Penyet dinner at Lucky Plaza then&lt;br /&gt;bought tickets for the 12am Rambo 4 show at Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was only 9.30pm and we still had hours to go, we decided to walk around the whole of Orchard starting from Cine and ending at Al-Falah Mosque where he parked his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing that we realised that we still had an hour to go so we decided to top up on petrol at the SPC on Killiney Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the image below,  from the SPC, boyfie have to travel towards Penang/Somerset Road before turning right to get to the carpark opposite Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163156678758551090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R6c3pM0WzjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iPN4-__WI8g/s400/singapore%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But boyfie forgot and turned left toward Exeter/Devonshire Road but we didn't think it would matter as we would just have to turn right to Orchard Link Road before going through the alley of the Mandarin Gallery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163157718140636738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R6c4ls0WzkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ONAxP2dlNRQ/s400/singapore%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see there is an ERP gantry there. While it was a red light, we just basically joked and poked fun at each other. There was a dark blue hyundai taxi in front of us so when the lights turned to green and just as I was about to open my big mouth to sing, the next thing I know I was lying on the road and my 1st thought was to tell boyfie that he's lying on my fingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE BLOODY CHEEBYE OF A TAXI DRIVER JAMMED HIS BRAKE NOT 50M AFTER HE TURNED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND IF YOU WERE TO BE AT THE ERP GANTRY ON ORCHARD LINK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU WILL KNOW THAT THERE ISN'T EVEN ANY BLOODY TRAFFIC LIGHT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK THAT IDIOTIC FUCKER JAMMED HIS BRAKE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE BEST PART WAS THAT AFTER WE FELL, HE QUICKLY DROVE OFF!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM CURSING HIM WITH ALL THE SWEAR WORDS I KNOW IN ALL THE BLOODY LANGUAGES I KNOW! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES! EVEN IN SPANISH AND JAPANESE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fortunately for us there were 5 people who saw the whole thing. Good Samaritans all of them and for that I am truly grateful. These people were at the traffic light minding their own business when they saw all that had happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the taxi driver jammed his brake, boyfie swerved and jammed his brakes too before throwing the bike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which was a lucky thing for me especially. If he didn't do that, he would have hit the taxi from behind and I would have flew and landed on the taxi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the end both of us were lying on the ground on our sides with the bike on top of his ankle. After checking that I was ok. He quickly got up to move the bike before more cars came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even more fortunate was that we were the only two vehicles on the road when it happened. I shudder to think what would have happened if there was another car behind us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We would have been run down. GOSH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I crawled to the side before trusting my legs not to buckle when I stood up. 4 ladies were helping to pick up our stuffs and a man was helping boyfie bring the bike to the side of the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before they could call the ambulance, a patrol car went by and assisted us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boyfie scraped his right palm cause he landed on it 1st. His ankle, knee, elbow and lower back were also scraped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I landed on my shoulder 1st so it's now scraped and starting to bruise, luckily for me I decided to wear contacts that day so I had my visor closed from the dirt and wind or my face would have been scraped as well as it was what hit the road next *shudder*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I ended up getting my brow bone bruised, I don't know how, but it doesn't look so bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other then that, I had 2 scrapes on my knee, a small scrape above my elbow and my index and middle finger which somewhat cushioned boyfie when he landed on them were scraped too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of all, those were the ones which fascinated me the most cause it was bleeding real bad and it looked dark and dirty from the dirt on the road. My mind was computing the kinds of infections I would be getting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly I was about to cry cause 10 minutes after the shock wore off, all the aches and pains especially the stinging of the scrapes are making themselves known at full force. Someone gave me 2 panadols which she convieniently had with her and her green tea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I was about to tear, My evil bitch persona sneered in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'OH COME ON, IT'S JUST A SCRATCH AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE A BABY AND CRY ABOUT IT? WHAT THE FUCK?! REMEMBER IF FALL LAUGH, IF SOMETHING'S BROKEN THEN YOU CAN CRY! SILLY BITCH! DON'T MAKE HIM EVEN MORE WORRIED ABOUT YOU!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just like that, I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and assured boyfie that I was ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He looked so pale since this is my 1st accident and kept checking me for broken bones.&lt;/p&gt;To lighten up the tension, I reminded him that that I have a high tolerance level to pain, reminding him also of the times that I was beaten up, the laser treatment for my tattoo, my piercings and also the bikini waxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be like Ali Larter's character in Heroes. Nice, soft hearted Niki and tough bitch Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.... We convinced the officers that we didn't need to go to the A&amp;amp;E. Assured them that we will call up LTA and check with them whether their cameras managed to get the licence plate of the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will ask for compensation. Boyfie's bike is damaged and he needs to use it for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you after we left for Cineleisure, we bought plasters at Cheers and cleaned our wounds as best as we could at the toilet, I nearly fainted cause I had to extract a piece of gravel from my index finger and the water running from the tap washed off the dirt and grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEUUWwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having trouble sleeping and moving. My whole right side is aching from the injuries and it really sucks because I always sleep on my right side and I am highly dependent on it. Even now, I'm using my left fingers and right thumb and right fourth finger to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TOTALLY SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thanking GOD that I decided to wear my long sleeved sweatshirt and leggings and shoes that night instead of my initial plan to wear my mini denim skirt and slippers and tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had gone ahead with it, my whole arm and leg and not to mention foot would have been scraped and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are riding... do not go anywhere near taxis especially or people who drive like maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are driving... please bear in mind that the road is not yours to do as you please. Have abit of courtesy to the riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE MORE VULNERABLE THEN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST YOU GOT AIRBAGS. THE RIDERS WILL STILL HAVE TO KISS THE ROAD IF ANYTHING HAPPENES TO THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE MAKE USE OF YOUR REAR VIEW AD SIDE MIRRORS. THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON YOU FUCKING MORONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE NOT FOR SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BE A HUMAN AND HEP SOMEONE INSTEAD OF JUST DRIVING AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI UNCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Rambo 4 was awesome if you like action and blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-4635750665398766451?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4635750665398766451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4635750665398766451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4635750665398766451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4635750665398766451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/02/28-idiotic-taxi-drivers.html' title='[28] Idiotic Taxi Drivers!'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/R6c3pM0WzjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iPN4-__WI8g/s72-c/singapore%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2547795559738476488</id><published>2008-01-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:14:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[27] It's Friday Night And I'm At Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[27] It's Friday Night And I'm At Home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home tonight and feeling weird since I'm like out every night especially Fridays and Saturdays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is very sick.. He's been feeling feverish since Wednesday and I finally manage to convince him this morning to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing him very much though.. Would have gone to his place but changed my mind. If I'm around he will not think about sleeping and getting a proper rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't elaborate more so as not too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disgust&lt;/span&gt; you people too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it's a good thing that I'm not at his place. He slept the whole day and just woke up 2 hrs ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already he's grumbling and trying to sweet talk me into sleeping over at his place so that he can sleep properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah right darling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm with you sleep is the last thing on your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless.. Maybe I go there later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parental units and 2 younger siblings left this morning for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt; holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently 1 of my mom's clients offered her some kind of holiday package for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for the younger ones, they skipped school for the trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoppee&lt;/span&gt; for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night while they were packing, my dad had one of hi dumb moments. While watching American Idol, my mom brought out a zipped up pack which stores those canned drinks and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had put in some ice-creams and was telling us something which we didn't even pay attention to as after all we were too engrossed in watching the antics of those wannabe idols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, my dad had to pay the price of not listening. He saw the ice-creams and instantly grabbed 1 and unwrapped it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a minute later, he started yelping loudly. And it was bloody loud I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we turned to look at him, we instantly burst out laughing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see.. We didn't hear my mom warn us of the crucial part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She warned us not to eat the ice-creams because she had packed it in with dry ice and that it had to be thawed out 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too late, my dad had taken a lick and it got stuck to his tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say we were practically rolling around the floor, we were laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept on yelping his face was turning bright red &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally he gave up and just gave it a yank which just made him yelped even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end he sprinkled it with water before enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god.. I had a good laugh I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love just called and it really breaks my heart to hear him sound so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convinced his mom that I'll come over the next day and take care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I'll just wait for Lobe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fitri&lt;/span&gt; to reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since we had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll be able to do it tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2547795559738476488?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2547795559738476488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2547795559738476488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2547795559738476488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2547795559738476488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/01/27-its-friday-night-and-im-at-home.html' title='[27] It&apos;s Friday Night And I&apos;m At Home...'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-293170118102802938</id><published>2008-01-17T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:21:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[26] At Peace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[26] At Peace..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling oh so bored so I decided to update. Would you believe that I fainted at work again yesterday and had to go to the hospital yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sent to SGH this time round. This time they didn't go poking needles in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just kept for observation and the doctor just fixed me an appointment to the Neurology Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to check whether my migraine could be something more serious cause my hand-eye coordination on the right seems to be fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just probabaly nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling at peace though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up C last week and told her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to start the new year fresh without all this icky problems bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, my resolution is to be blissfully ignorant and only think about myself, my love, fam and 3 of my very best buddies who totally deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helps alot that they have been my besties for more than a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitri will be getting engaged this Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue is pregnant with her second child.. Oooo... another godchild for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juraida (Lobe)... will always be lobe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz... I may not be contacting these 3 often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, it may just be a random phone call which is sometimes once a month or so or we will call when we wanna ask something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitri will be the one who I can ask for road or street directions or just something inane and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobe will be the one who I can ask for titles of malay songs or translation from english to malay words and gossip. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue will be the one who I can ask regarding marriage issues and just gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.. they just see me as a person who just call for not even 5 mins, bother them and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're used to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm feeling at peace with my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is great. He's always there for me. Being all concerned and just basically there. His company has been doing well so far. Which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still early in the year. Hopefully he will have achieved his goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. my life seems officialy lame at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people are just taking it easy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on my way to work, I was just about to sit down in the train when this bloody auntie actually pulled my sleeve and used her butt to push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An indian lady who was about to sit down received the same treatment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO CHEE BAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to get seats for herself and two of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual I was screaming bloody murder in the train and the fucked up bitch of an auntie just ignored me and continued talking to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In frustration when she gave me a hard shove i just kicked her ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's just a bit too much but I just toatlly don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand all these typical singaporeans. Be they the old or younger generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have 1 thing in common in a way that they are FUCKING KIASU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking too much you know sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They so have the totally wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime they try to push me around and glare at me when i don't heed their pushes I just bloody scream and curse and swear at them and they''ll just look &lt;em&gt;kanchiong&lt;/em&gt; and look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna try be fierce then be fierce all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just put your tails between your legs when you feel my wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case then don't even try to push people around when you don't have any bloody confidence to stand up to them yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKED UP PEOPLE ALL AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... I'm gonna chill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-293170118102802938?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/293170118102802938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=293170118102802938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/293170118102802938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/293170118102802938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/01/26-at-peace.html' title='[26] At Peace..'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-197117935097507675</id><published>2008-01-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:38:30.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[25] Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[25] Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all you lovely and ugly (both in looks and attitude) people out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies as I have been really busy. Not much time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However will try to do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year be a good, enlightening year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best wishes to you all my friends and enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... I'm giving my best wishes to my enemies. Am I not nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear them wishing me anything nice other than 'I wish you'd just go and die and get tortured in hell you fucked up bitch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOuuuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look or sound like I care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... Wish harder but you don't really have to waste yur wishes on moi cause I'm here to stay till Allah decides so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MUACKZZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-197117935097507675?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/197117935097507675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=197117935097507675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/197117935097507675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/197117935097507675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2008/01/25-happy-new-year.html' title='[25] Happy New Year!'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2283230471144102825</id><published>2007-12-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:38:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[24] Wet December</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[24] Wet December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the wet month has arrived.. Finally today I saw grayish white clouds instead of those gloomy gray ones in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooppsss&lt;/span&gt;.... Maybe I shouldn't mention it or it will start to pour again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will writing about it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heeeshh&lt;/span&gt;... I hope it doesn't start raining or I won't be able to go out with the darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;digress&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so getting fat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself and I gained....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 BLOODY FREAKING KG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; have to restrain myself from eating all the time or I would look like blob in a bikini for the Countdown Beach Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heading there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious and it's gotten to the point where last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yishun&lt;/span&gt; to give Man a birthday surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Black the annoying pest that he is poked my stomach while saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eee&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buncit&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once but bloody fucking twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE he poked my tummy you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is THAT obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;siak&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I complained to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt; that my tummy was showing, he just said ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. can give me 8 kids '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nabei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CHee&lt;/span&gt; Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.. I got a few weeks to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ayam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;penyet&lt;/span&gt;... (dunno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; many bloody times already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grilled fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;swensens&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; stingray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong gong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few thousand vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; bubble teas with extra pearls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 5 fillets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 shaker fries up to date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linguine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 long john breakfasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 long john fiery chickens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was all from the beginning of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;AAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before work ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go touch up my make up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue my grumblings again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2283230471144102825?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2283230471144102825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2283230471144102825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2283230471144102825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2283230471144102825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/12/24-wet-december.html' title='[24] Wet December'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6120270355264245475</id><published>2007-11-19T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:29:37.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[23] OK FINE! I HAVE HAD IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[23] OK FINE! I HAVE HAD IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another call from an irritated reader who is also pissed off at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. Whoever said that there is freedom of speech needs a smack on the forehead from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck freedom of speech! Everything that you're going to say will surely offend someone. I deleted my previous post because I stepped on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; foot with it. ' Figuratively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I forget about the incident, someone will always bring it up and remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Errmm&lt;/span&gt;.. I moved on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M INNOCENT! INNOCENT I TELL YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can all of us move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anyone brings this up again, seriously you people need a life. Be like me. Instead of being stuck in the rut, go out there find new sorts of problems to bombard me with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm serious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It certainly makes my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However I do not want to be like some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; where their blogs can only be read through invites only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If by chance it does happen and I only invite certain readers. It doesn't mean I'm a coward. Since not many can take criticism. I'll make my blog private and let you guys wonder what else and which people I'm bitching about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey.. Remember I don't actually lie. I'm just stating the facts. Reality sucks. I know but I can't help that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean like come on. When you just tell me off either in my face or online or whatever shit. Do you see me actually look like I care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note. I'm now working in a publishing company. Finally... Can you believe that I sent my resume after I graduated last year and they recently contacted me and offered me a job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am finally making use of my dip in Mass Comm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! This loud and at times dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;minarep&lt;/span&gt; actually has a DIPLOMA people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; who actually looked at me in disbelief when I told them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You guys gave me great satisfaction when I proved to you guys that it was true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The looks on your faces were priceless....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;. My office is great. The people are great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post up pics of the props we have here soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He keeps on feeding and feeding me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've gained 5kg which I'm trying to lose again by New Year's Eve cause he's bringing me to the beach party and I do not want to look like an elephant wearing a bikini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he starts to stuff me again I swear this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; strangle him.&lt;/p&gt;Like real only Tasha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will probably be an empty promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I will TRY to update soon and as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackz Darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6120270355264245475?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6120270355264245475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6120270355264245475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6120270355264245475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6120270355264245475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/11/23-ok-fine-i-have-had-it.html' title='[23] OK FINE! I HAVE HAD IT!'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6059870792116102671</id><published>2007-10-30T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:44:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[22] Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[22] Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a belated Selamat Hari Raya to all you muslims out there. It's nearly the end of October and my 23rd birthday flew by. For those who wished me a happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!! Now how about my present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kheheh.. Kidding but if you really wanna get me a present. Let me know aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my previous entry. I just have to say this. I don't understand people who bitch about others to me then panic when I'm too busy to be in contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are going to panic and be paranoid then in the 1st place don't bitch about others can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I'm too busy to contact you, I'm suddenly the bad guy? PFFFTTTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you people believe how fast the days areflying by? 2 more months before the end of 2007 and hellooo.... 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with each year there's loads of memories to be remembered. Joy and heartbreak. Hurt and betrayal. Another chapter of our life will go by and hopefully we'll all be a better and a wiser person as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence. Been busy with work and spending time with my darling and it really doesn't help when I can't use my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can log in into it cause unfortunately the number 0 button is not in contact and my password has the number 0 in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the fucking numbers and letters. It has to be something from my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEI CHEE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently I'm using my mom's lappy and it truly sucks cause I will have to check of anything incriminating and delete it so that it will not be seen by those who aren't allowed to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to take that much pics lately but I will try to get it from the peeps who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more when I am able to cause I gotta run. Something important just came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6059870792116102671?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6059870792116102671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6059870792116102671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6059870792116102671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6059870792116102671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/10/22-selamat-hari-raya.html' title='[22] Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6174734196329697024</id><published>2007-09-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:09:54.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[21] Jumping To Conclusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[21] Jumping To Conclusions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile. There were loads happening in my life but unfortunately I may have to tell you guys about it on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any mood now. I hate people jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone thinks that I'm making up the cancer thing to avoid her. Now a few people are saying 'she will get retribution from ALLAH' 'she will get what she deserve'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best one is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'let's hope that her wish come true and she does get lung cancer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like who would want to wish for themselves to get cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is this particular someone is not even close to me so she doesn't know my story from A-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the comments come from blind followers/fans/friends who has never even bloody met me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. like.. I wanna have cancer just so that I can avoid her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... common sense are just not common to some people. No logic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that you would be wiser as you grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then jumping to conclusions I don't understand why she just ask to see proof of documents like letters from doctors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby and my friends has been around me all this while and they have seen with their own eyes how weak I sometimes am. I've fainted twice in front of my Baby and some of my friends saw me about to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the stabbing feeling in my lungs and my at times wheezing breathing is a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i really do have cancer? Does it really mean that it is retribution for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Natasha.. If I'm strong enough to survive my past.. this is chicken shit for me. I take everything in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. I know it is abit too late. But Selamat BerPuasa everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6174734196329697024?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6174734196329697024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6174734196329697024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6174734196329697024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6174734196329697024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/09/21-jumping-to-conclusions.html' title='[21] Jumping To Conclusions'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3692765283399322102</id><published>2007-08-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:52:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[20] Sunshine After The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[20] Sunshine After The Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the weekend and the end of the week will soon be ushered in. It's not that I didn't want to update any entries. As a matter of fact.. My 3 weeks of August has been quite eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a few times when I switched on my laptop with the intention of penning down the happenings but always I will put it off. I just spent my time checking my mails and basically that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries.. I've been recording my events in my daily planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start off.. Unfortunately the 1st week of the month did not bode well for me. After I had gotten my pay. I did my passport and managed to have dinner with Cheryl and Hanif and clubbed with them at O bar before I was admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to suspected lung cancer. Yeah.. U read right. LUNG CANCER. I had to undergo tests and all that and it was pretty I tell you. My parents didn't know and the only people who did could be counted on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my admittance was instantaneous as I had collapsed right then and there in the A&amp;E, I didn't bring my charger. It was a lonely few days in the ward with only magazines for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly even though I felt lonely. I took the opportunity to cut myself from my social circle and didn't inform anyone of my ward and stuff. It was a good time to do some soul-searching and I took advantage of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on my past and what I had done. Remembered the mistakes that I made, the times I had fallen and the struggle to pick up the broken pieces. The true friends that I had who had always been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine who had passed away 3 years ago once said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tasha.. Remember that you shouldn't regret what you went through in the past. Being brought down is part and parcel of life. Not taking risks doesn't stop you from getting hurt. Instead it will make you more matured in thinking and prepare yourself for the next cycle of shits that will continue to happen endlessly. You may think yourself weak for always getting in this kind of situations. But even if you get that punch in your face. Walk strong with your head held high because you should still be proud of your self for surviving the past that you had. You're tougher than you look. Give your past to a weaker person and they would have crumbled. Fuck! Even I will kill myself if I went through what you went through. Karma will come around and if have the strength to pick yourself up and continue on the journey of life, you will come across a diamond that you had been too blind to see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this wasn't said by a person who was eloquent in speech. But her philosophy was simple enough for me to understand. Right after she said this she hugged me and said she will going away and said she will miss me because she's not sure whether she's coming back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though two days later I received the news, she was found dead because of a drug overdose in her grandma's home in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wonder whether she knew that that will be the last time I saw her. Maybe she did. I did think of what she said from time to time and as I lay on my hospital bed. I thought about her words again. It was then that I knew I had to stop wallowing around in pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to move on and shove Rudy to the back of my mind. After I was discharged. I was abit pissed. After paying for my air tickets and accommodation for my trip to Bangkok, I only had a few hundred left and those had to go for the tests I went through. And I had to take an additional test on the last week of the month so I am very financially drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse. My new workplace called and asked me whether I could start work on the 27th instead of the 20th as they wanted me to start after they had done the payroll for the month. What choice do I have but to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabei Chee Bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my plans on having abit of cash for my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. I have found somebody new. His name is Saiful Fadli. I actually knew him 2 years ago because we hang around with a mutual group of friends but we have never actually talked. Reason being I had just gotten into a relationship with Rudy and he had a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during Ain &amp;amp; Didi's wedding that we bumped into each other again and I asked 1 of our mutual friend to tell him of my intentions of friendship and we exchanged numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most would have said that ours seem to be a whirlwind romance and that it was probably rebound. But we don't care. The chemistry and attraction we had for each other were too strong for us to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing was that we really clicked. We are very comfortable in each other's company and we shared similar character and views on life. Since both of us were both betrayed by our respective exes badly, we shared a common wariness but we decided to throw caution to the wind and gave it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is going along well and hopefully it will continue to do so. I'm very grateful to my friends for encouraging me even though I know they had some misgivings. They just want to see me happy and since they saw that Saiful is making me happy and feeding me, they gave me the support that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I could always count on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine did ask me why I'm like this. Asked whether am I not afraid to be hurt again if I continue to hope and dream for a happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was simple. I respect reality but I have a healthy dose of hope and that when combined with a laugh and a smile on my face is what keeps me going. Rather then hide from it. I prefer to face it head-on. If I don't take the risk, how would I find out if he's The One? and who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could be The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. It's the honeymoon period and I'm enjoying it while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way.. Pray that my lung cancer thing is only suspected but not confirmed. But for those who prays that it's confirmed. I'll see you guys in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyFfcrUNgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rvt2SPe-YaY/s1600-h/saiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101599253224240642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyFfcrUNgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rvt2SPe-YaY/s200/saiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyGDcrUNiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vFrs13DZpAg/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101599871699531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyGDcrUNiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vFrs13DZpAg/s200/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyFqMrUNhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ttbyGgEBNVQ/s1600-h/DSC00385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101599437907834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyFqMrUNhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ttbyGgEBNVQ/s200/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3692765283399322102?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3692765283399322102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3692765283399322102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3692765283399322102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3692765283399322102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-sunshine-after-rain.html' title='[20] Sunshine After The Rain'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RsyFfcrUNgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rvt2SPe-YaY/s72-c/saiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3368452875546172636</id><published>2007-07-31T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:42:20.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[19] FREE TIME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[19] FREE TIME!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got some free time, I might as well add more entries. I'm not at home but at Cineleisure Level 9. Gonna watch The SImpson's Movie again but this time with Hanif and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually both Hanif and I have already watched it but since Cheryl hasn't, we decided to watch it again. I will never get bored with The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home in the late afternoon to accompany Dea for her interview at Orchard Park Suites (in case some of you are clueless.. it's the service apartment behind Wisma Atria). Her interview was at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her at the lobby and I was totally in awe. The place was DAMN FUCKING CLASSY!!! It has the hush-hush kind of atmosphere which exudes the scent of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the kaypo person that I am. I asked the front desk officer the rental price of an apartment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental Price: A FUCKING WHOOPING 40K A MONTH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw nearly dropped open. FUCKING INCREDIBLE XIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed that the people coming out of the elevators and going out the door wore simple bermudas or T-shirts flip flops. I overheard this lady ask her husband where he wants dine for dinner and he said let's just go to the cheapest place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where the cheapest place is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Equinox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears were turning red and my eyes were gleaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO BLOODY ENVIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. After Dea finished up her interview, I headed to my Aunt's place for a while cause apparently my younger cousin is getting married on the 2nd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRrrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 21 years old xia for fucks sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's getting married. Haiyah... I keep feeling that my turn is soooooo far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after I reached there my parents wanted to make a move on and since the night was still young, I decided to join Cheryl and Hanif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're playing PS2 behind me and I'm typing out my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... Gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie will be starting soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3368452875546172636?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3368452875546172636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3368452875546172636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3368452875546172636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3368452875546172636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/19-free-time.html' title='[19] FREE TIME!!!!!'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2452637457642000470</id><published>2007-07-31T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T05:02:31.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go and sleep idiot'/><title type='text'>[18] Why Am I Blogging At A Time When I'm Supposed To Be Asleep??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[18] Why Am I Blogging At A Time When I'm Supposed To Be Asleep??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! It's like going to be 4am and I'm still awake! I feel tired and sleepy but I don't feel like sleeping. How weird is that and the best part is that I will be meeting Cheryl and Hanif at ICA at 1pm to collect his passport after which we will be going travel agency scouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I actually planned to wake up at 10am then shower and get ready and everyone knows how long I take to get ready. Go out take a passport photo and since I'm heading toward ICA, I might as well make a new passport since mine has expired and GASP! MY BKK TRIP IS JUST NEXT MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.. What's even more frustrating is that my pay is not in yet. NABEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I've quit my job and got a better offer working at Chai Chee (so bloody far xia from Jurong to Chai Chee) under SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas I will be starting on the 20th of Aug and my bloody ex manager from my previous workplace insist on me coming down to take my paycheck on the 1st at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that it's a crossed check. If I take it on Wed at 7pm then I bank it in, on Thurs the check collection will be at 3 pm (i think) then it will finally be cleared for me to withdraw after 2pm on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can just give me the check before 2pm on that Wed itself then it will be on time for the 3pm collection and I can get my $1500 on Thurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! I NEED CASH AND I NEED IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO MAKE A NEW PASSPORT! A NEW IDENTITY CARD! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I NEED TO FINALISE THE BOOKING OF MY TICKETS! I'M HOLDING THE REST UP BY NOT HAVING MY PAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i am like so turning red in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffffffttttttttt............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos.. Last Wed I went down to Zouk to watch my friends compete in the finals of World Battle Of The Bands. Band name... NOW OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they were in 5th place but hey.. 5th out of 50 bands is so not bad at all. The rest of the audience wear pissed cause apparently they were rooting for NOW OPEN to win. The band who won played the song Waterfalls by TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! A band playing Waterfalls xia! What The Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprising that they won. Eunice Olsen was the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffffttttttt.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to see Utt and my friends who were competing introduced him to us. HE SHOOK MY HAND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! I FELT LIKE MELTING LAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's damn cute! Honest to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I actually expected him to be taller. I was wearing my 4 inch heels and he was of the same height. Hmmm.... Rudy is 170-175cm tall and if I were to wear my 4inches, I only reach his ears. So I guess Utt must be around 16o plus tall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind! He was CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Lisa, Aidah and I were like giggly teenagers. Saying stuff like ' he shook my hand! he shook my hand!' (me.. hehe) 'he brushed past me and touched my back' (Cheryl) 'i took a pic with him' (Aidah) 'i feel so shy' (Lisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAP THRILL XIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I spent my time ogling at him and DJ Jansen. Haizzz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 1 of the reason why I like being single. I get to drool and ogle cute guys openly w/o having to worry about 'boyfie's' feelings! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guitarist that was damn HOT too! But unfortunately his girlfriend was so damn langgar lorry xia the face and she caught Cheryl and I staring at the bf and straight away she clung on to him and pulled his head down to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING! IF I WANTED YOUR BF I COULD HAVE GOTTEN HIM WITH NO PROB! I JUST HAVE TO SNAP MY FINGERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffttttt.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and I retaliated by sticking our tongue out at her. Childish I know but if she's going to start behaving childishly then we'll treat her the same way. I felt so satisfied when she turned to give me a smug look and I showed her 2 fingers right in front of the bf and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see her face turn so red and paiseh when I did that was so worth it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: She was like 2 arm lengths away from me. That is how obvious it was that I showed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bitch didn't even have the guts to tell me off. Hmmm... But I wouldn't think that she would dare. In my heels, I was a head taller than her and even if she did dare, I'll just give a her a damn hard high kick to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine doing that and everyone of her friends will be pleading for me to stop and I will say 'NO. If you people don't want me to ram my stilettos through her eyes you will have to buy all my friends a drink' HA HA HA!! I'M EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah.. Why the fuck should I waste my time. In the end I was the one walking away with a smug look on my face. Her face like CHEE BYE xia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs Gf Sue asked me to come down to Dbl O since it's been so long since we went to a club. Had fun as always when we got together. Wanted to go makan but a fight nearly broke out between Azmie's (Sue's husband) group and another group. The tension in the air was so thick that in the end the girls headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent with me going down to Bedok in the late afternoon to do some errands and met up with W (an old friend of mine since he wasn't meeting his gf) Went down to town together to have dinner and we split up soon after since he was meeting his friends and I needed to rush home and refresh myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I had to meet Rudy and his sis and we went to catch the 1.30am show The Simpsons Movie. Ok... I watched the whole show cause I totally adore the Simpsons. Unfortunately after Rudy came back from work in midday, he didn't manage to get any rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bro is getting engaged soon so there was alot to be done and he was out and about with his family the whole day so he fell asleep halfway through the movie. Poor him.. We're more like friends now. Both of us are slowly moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sis who was up early and spent time with the family and work fell asleep 10 mins before the movie ended. Hmmm.... So I was the one who had to wake both of them up. After which we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sat and Sun were spent at home with the family. Arguing and debating about MOTOGP of all things. My parents are big fans of that and I was arguing that it was bloody unfair that they are going to watch the race in Malaysia w/o even thinking about bringing me. HOW COULD THEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Why can't I follow?! It's so not bloody fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: What bloody? Life IS bloody unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ya lah.. that one I know. I meant the MOTOGP LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Ohhh... yah.. too bad.. you can't go. I'm going with your mum and the kids (my siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: WAH LAU WEI! I DON'T CARE I'M FOLLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: Haiyah... you go with your bike friends lah... see.. told you to take bike license don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: What does taking bike license got to do with it sey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: So you can go on your own lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: But if I go with you guys, my expenses will all be on both of you what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUM: BANYAK CANTIK MUKA KAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Apa? Tak cantik ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: DAH LAH ADA BATU BESAR DUDUK ATAS KEPALA DIA... OUR DAUGHTER PUN MUKA TAK TAHU MALU JUGAK MA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: My dad was a Mat Motor and my mom was a Minah Motor but if you were to see them now, you wouldn't have guessed but that is a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries.. I will try my best to weasel my way in that race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday on Mon. Met up with Dea and helped her with her resume and have a late dinner, made plans for the upcoming events we'll be going through in the months ahead and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around like what......? 10 plus pm? and now is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.37am according to my lappy clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I gotta sleep.. Maybe I should message Cheryl and tell her that I'll meet her and Hanif later.. Yes... I'll do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2452637457642000470?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2452637457642000470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2452637457642000470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2452637457642000470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2452637457642000470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/18-why-am-i-blogging-at-time-when-im.html' title='[18] Why Am I Blogging At A Time When I&apos;m Supposed To Be Asleep??'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2017826277786158835</id><published>2007-07-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:25:35.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I feel soooooooo weak....'/><title type='text'>[17] Getting Through The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[17] Getting Through The Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found out about that particular news. I've been dragging myself to get through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you. The news is not about Rudy. Nope. It's about me. How I'm going to handle it... I'm not sure. I'm still in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to turn 23 this Oct. I'm still too young for this to happen to me. But then this kind of things doesn't actually care what age you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still! What the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told some of my friends. Shit happens but when it comes to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FUCKING DIARRHEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada 1 ke 1 xia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEI! she destroyed everything that I had. My happiness and yet she is still taunting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate JULY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy month for some but for me July seems to be the bearer of alot of bad news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFTTTT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SSOOOOO can't wait for my BKK trip to de-stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy and tired this past week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired easily nowadays. No matter if I try to sleep early. It doesn't seem to make much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho well... we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to type anything much now. In fact I didn't have much energy to actually be looking for some adventures or weird stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing me.. Something will happen sooner or later. Mark my words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all. Nothing can attract trouble and weirdos like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they know that I'm too lethargic to entertain them and that's why they're staying away to let me gain back some of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I had better appreciate the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I helped model for Ain for her make up exam yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when she can get the studio shots of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did take some shots with our digi-cams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much but a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNjieAT5EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/45gNcdJVdt8/s1600-h/SL271799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090021447679861826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNjieAT5EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/45gNcdJVdt8/s200/SL271799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNjROAT5DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HbrxM4uKpcY/s1600-h/SL271798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090021151327118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNjROAT5DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HbrxM4uKpcY/s200/SL271798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNi_OAT5CI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5_ZpzL0c79Y/s1600-h/SL271796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090020842089473058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNi_OAT5CI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5_ZpzL0c79Y/s200/SL271796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would be lying if I said that I didn't wonder how I would look on my wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If I finally get married of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what I told Ain when she asked me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i rasa when budak-budak semua dah kahwin, dah ada 2-3 anak baru i nya turn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again... If I finally decide to get married of course. For now my heart is just not healed enough to think of starting a new relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just be single or a spinster and spend my time with my friend's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my friends have commented that I am getting skinnier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I know of that fact! I can see it for myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say... I do eat alot.. In fact the past few nights I've been going for dinner with some friends and yeah they were surprised that I didn't gain weight after seeing the amount of food I ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I don't want to gain weight. I do... No matter how much I eat, the stress I've been facing is keeping me from gaining weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to get away from this country..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another month to go and I'm counting down the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only 10.30pm and already I'm so sleepy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'm coming down with something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My immune system to diseases have been hopeless lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll go and eat and disturb my siblings before turning in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still missing him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2017826277786158835?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2017826277786158835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2017826277786158835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2017826277786158835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2017826277786158835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/17-getting-through-week.html' title='[17] Getting Through The Week'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RqNjieAT5EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/45gNcdJVdt8/s72-c/SL271799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1231629976577614363</id><published>2007-07-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:40:57.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m still feeling down'/><title type='text'>[16] Sadness And An Enjoyable Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[16] Sadness And An Enjoyable Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went down to &lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile and when I was there, someone gave me some very hurtful news.. Yeah.. It's about &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hurt, I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as I really needed some moral support. After that I exchanged some sarcastic messages with &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt;. When I reached home I was quite exhausted. After showering and stuff, I straight aways went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a deep sleep and I didn't realise that I answered &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt;'s call until I heard his voice in my ear.. Thought I was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let me just digress awhile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; is my life. No matter how deep a sleep I am in. When it rings, I will still pick up the call without realising it. That shows how truly dependent I am on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyhoos&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me around 1.15am. If I wasn't mistaken. We talked for half and hour settling things. He knows me very well. Knows that I become sarcastic when I'm upset with him for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked things out and I just couldn't take it anymore. All the hurt and resentment that I kept within me came bubbling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was a good thing cause apparently he didn't realise that I felt that way all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was of no wonder.. During those times, I had kept my worries and stress in check. I didn't let on about my feelings as all I wanted was to have a great happy time when I was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. I had spent enough time with him so I would naturally be finely tuned to his feelings and would know when he has something on his mind. When that happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; think of was to make him forget his problems even though it was only temporary. Hence the joy and laughter we shared when we're out. I didn't want to burden him with my problems if I had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me of his goals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; he wanted to achieve it. I respect him for that. After all I had never been one to actually stop him from following his dreams. Rather I encouraged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.. From the modelling to spending his time with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; to his gym to his guitar playing and to his studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encouraged him. My dad has never been 1 to control my mom's ambitions and I had been brought up in the kind of environment where both my parents treated each other equally and with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I didn't believe in stopping him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; his happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed about our friend's upcoming wedding and I told him that since he can't go to the wedding itself. I will go while he goes to the dinner on Saturday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't trust myself not to cry if I were to see his face and it wouldn't be fair to both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Didi&lt;/strong&gt; if I spoiled their happy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we hanged up. I cried for a long time. I remembered that it was already 4 plus in the morning before I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called me at 7am to tell me that she wasn't going to work. After hanging up I was made aware of the painful pounding on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced myself in the mirror and grimaced. I looked like as if the Grim Reaper himself paid me a visit. My eyes were puffy and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; were visible on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informed my boss that I wasn't coming in to work and went back to sleep till 3 plus in the afternoon. Even then I wanted to just sleep and not face any more of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.. I won't take things lying down. I needed to work out the stuff that I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached town around 6pm and did my hair. After that went to &lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt; as I had some things to settle. Took a cab with &lt;strong&gt;Brother Dicky&lt;/strong&gt; who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; work at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home. I just busied myself but thoughts of him were always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to &lt;strong&gt;Lia&lt;/strong&gt;'s engagement with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at around 3 plus in the afternoon. She was shocked after seeing my new do cause I had said that I will do it on the day itself with her accompanying me. We felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; awkward as we didn't know that much people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zul&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; side came over, we left amidst the excitement. Headed down to town and did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of window shopping. Had a great time laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to a cozy karaoke place in Bali Lane. I don't remember the name but it was fucking nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I sang out hearts out. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; we weren't exactly singing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; we were screaming &amp;amp; singing out of tune ) we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the happiness between us made me feel lighter till I felt that I was wrong in saying those things to &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway.. we all have friends right? He was with a group of friends after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him up with the intention to apologise and to ask about the wedding dinner. I didn't even manage to ask about the dinner when he said something that burst the bubble of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was at East Coast with a friend. I was in such a happy mood that I jokingly ask whether he was on a date and lets just say that his answer wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying 'What you don't know won't hurt you' right? Well.. I wished I didn't know. Sure he didn't give a yea or a nay but 'kind of' is not that good to hear too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was he was driving. The transportation and location is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; sensitive to me. But it's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; so I won't enlighten you people on it. But visions of what he may be doing with his 'friend' or 'date' started to plague me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I broke down and I really mean broke down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried frantically to calm me down but I was inconsolable. I was hurt, angry and betrayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings were so strong till it my hands were shaking. For the people who knows me.. That isn't really a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I needn't an outlet to let go of what I felt and I couldn't target it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When she went out of the room to answer a call. I started to punch the wall. After a few punches I dropped down on the chair feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left 10 minutes after that and took a cab home. I stayed in the shower for a long time. Tears rolling down my cheeks, my feelings warring with each other and my mind so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN IT! I STILL LOVE HIM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry with myself because I know that deep down in my heart. No matter what happens. If he were to ever want to get back with me in the future.. I know that I will take him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. All of you might say that this is what I will say now but in the future I will think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me ask you people this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you people me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;strong&gt;Nor Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Binte&lt;/span&gt; Ibrahim&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how would you know that this is what I will say now and not in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't compare me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the kind of person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't say this kind of shit to me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Some of you may say that I would be stupid to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey remember this.. I a rebel. I have always been. With me, rules were not meant to be broken but instead it is meant to be obliterated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phoenix that rises up from the ashes emerge stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;.. I don't make a habit of listening to what people have to say. Hell.. I don't listen to my own parents at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. advise me if you will. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; like 'you can pull through this' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a fool to leave you'.. now that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're going to say 'don't be stupid about going back to him' then I seriously don't need your 2 cents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; because you don't know me. You don't know the person that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say that because it will make me drop down even lower. Let me slowly wean myself off the depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have my fuck care attitude back then you can say things like that ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I used to say.. ' I always get what I want' and let's just say without elaborating, that phrase has never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised.. I have more than a few aces up my sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I'm very obstinate. Whatever it is I will always be right. My dad did say that instead of a rock I have a whole damn mountain on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if on some point a good-looking charming guy who could beat &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; in the ways to make me fall in love with him suddenly appears then that would be &lt;strong&gt;SO FINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now that good-looking charming guy is out of reach. I have never met any guy who could sweep me off my feet like &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; did 2 years ago and he did it in such a discreet delightful way that left my head spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;anyhoos&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Didi&lt;/strong&gt;'s wedding and I enjoyed myself. Though at times when I saw couples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hugging&lt;/span&gt; and just being loving to each other, I had to rub my chest to ease the stabbing pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took loads of pictures.. Since I followed in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Lin's&lt;/strong&gt; car. I took the pics while sticking half of my body out the back window. I'm &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; of that fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! I took quite a few good shots that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall even though it was a hot day, it was a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was joking and laughing and fooling around. The time pass by quite fast and before I knew it. I was on the train back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know is either getting engaged or married. Or even married with kid or kids.The wedding triggered the depression in me and I forced myself to sleep in order to suppress it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; ever once said that this year in November, we would be getting engaged on our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But knowing him and his short term memory what with all the problems he's facing. I'm sure he will have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depression lasted till Tuesday. I had bouts of sadness and flashbacks so I wasn't really that noisy or active at work nor at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my work. Speak when spoken to and read my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucked up thing is that it disappeared when I called &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; up to ask about his sister. Amazingly at the sound of his voice, everything all melted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how angry I feel. If I were to meet him or talk to him I will melt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the sight of him or the sound of his deep voice make me light-hearted and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NABEI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries.. I'm still keeping my distance from him and moving the pieces of my heart away from him. Out of his reach. I'm not stupid. I will not show him that I'm vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now. We agreed to be friends and we will try to treat each other as civilly as possible. But I know that there will be times when the sarcasm between each other will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Haiizzz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I wish.. I wish we could both get angry with each other outright. When both of us starts being sarcastic nobody will win till one of us back down and the worst part is neither will back down.. That is how sharp-tongued we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other guys that I have been with or known has ever been able to endure my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life.. I have met my match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other guy like that out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I wanna go and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that are reading this through my blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;. Go to my &lt;strong&gt;Multiply&lt;/strong&gt; link at the side to see the pictures that I took over the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over 100 plus pictures for 2 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. 121 pictures on Sunday itself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; leave nice comments about the shots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. Say something like 'you're the best camerawoman in the whole wide world!' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not in the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout 'you're the best camerawoman in the whole of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;have no shame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-1231629976577614363?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1231629976577614363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=1231629976577614363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1231629976577614363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/1231629976577614363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/16-sadness-and-enjoyable-weekend.html' title='[16] Sadness And An Enjoyable Weekend'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-5249127314253797288</id><published>2007-07-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:06:04.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A tribute to a decade of friendship'/><title type='text'>[15] My Best Girlfriends And My GodDaughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[15] My Best Girlfriends And My&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GodDaughter&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say nothing much to tell... &lt;strong&gt;YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now.. I'm dedicating this entry to 2 of my babes.. 2 of my best girlfriends and my goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suliana&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juraida&lt;/span&gt; or Lobe ( pronounced as LO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BEH&lt;/span&gt;)... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TERBALIKKAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BELO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JADI&lt;/span&gt; LOBE&lt;/strong&gt; since sec 1 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; Sec. We became best buddies and the bond lasted all throughout these years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time in school. Cliques were common. With the exception of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Juraida&lt;/span&gt;. Not only were we in the same class. We were in the same clique. The '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;degil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kepala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;batu&lt;/span&gt;, rebellious, crazy and.. hot stuff'&lt;/em&gt; clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. I was bullshitting about the 'hot stuff' part but yeah.. basically we were in the 'IN' group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CHEY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AKSEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;PULAK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;Fuck &lt;/strong&gt;sakes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; Tasha.. Stop it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years of friendship and only once in 1999 when we were in sec 3 did we argue and only because a girl from our group was jealous of my friendship to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; and teamed up with my ex and made up rumours to break our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that time Lobe was neutral and hanged out with either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad.. it lasted at most 2 weeks before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; found out the truth and came up to me and apologised and since then we have never argued. Even though there are times when we don't meet up for months on end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always been comfortable with our bond. When I had problems, I'd call them up. When they had problems, they'd call me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once have we said to each other 'when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; happy, u forget me but when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; in trouble, u look for me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point of time when we didn't meet up for nearly 2 years then I got a call from them and our conversation was like as if we had always met up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know each others ups and downs and we had never judged each other. We accepted each other for who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I suddenly talking about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nostalgic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the good times we had when we were in our teens and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. It was &lt;strong&gt;Fuck&lt;/strong&gt; the guys.. We have each other. Nobody can hurt us because the others would back us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; has been married for nearly 2 years with her husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Azmie&lt;/span&gt; (also a long time friend) and her 4 month old daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Rizny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Sherafeena&lt;/span&gt; whom she loves very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobe is in a steady comfortable relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; ( a long time friend too). Get this.. Ever since she was in kindergarten, she had a crush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; all the way till they finally got together around 3 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a very long time crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nye&lt;/span&gt; turn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAMA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;LAGI&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Aniways&lt;/span&gt;.. these are my best girlfriends and my goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovSjbROuAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TABW6PLI7hA/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083388110475016194" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovSFLROt9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/P_8Te0IOULg/s200/Picture+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRfbROt7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/w6VC3pXWQ_Y/s1600-h/T520050823012108813%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083386942243911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRfbROt7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/w6VC3pXWQ_Y/s200/T520050823012108813%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRXLROt6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/giSsXYUoqhs/s1600-h/Picture+429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083386800509990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRXLROt6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/giSsXYUoqhs/s200/Picture+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRKrROt5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lB2_5QT0T30/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083386585761626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRKrROt5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lB2_5QT0T30/s200/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRCrROt4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Lx__lbRb2rg/s1600-h/Picture+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083386448322672514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovRCrROt4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Lx__lbRb2rg/s200/Picture+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQ3LROt3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cjTJceOgCdc/s1600-h/Picture+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083386250754176882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQ3LROt3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cjTJceOgCdc/s200/Picture+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQdbROt2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/plVb728Kbvc/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083385808372545378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQdbROt2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/plVb728Kbvc/s200/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQLrROt1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kfqt7HIQ0jg/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083385503429867346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovQLrROt1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Kfqt7HIQ0jg/s200/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my goddaughter... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Rizny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Sherafeena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Binte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Rozkyazmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovTKrROuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gQctPFI-epk/s1600-h/Jambu+sey!+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083388784784881682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovTKrROuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gQctPFI-epk/s200/Jambu+sey!+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;KIUT&lt;/span&gt; KAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Su's&lt;/span&gt; mom is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Andam&lt;/span&gt; and at this time they were clearing up her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;andam&lt;/span&gt; stuff and saw the wig and decided to put it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Rizny&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Amoi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Jepon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna sleep now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.....&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;/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/3826248063960975657-5249127314253797288?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5249127314253797288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=5249127314253797288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5249127314253797288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5249127314253797288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-my-best-girlfriends-and-my.html' title='[15] My Best Girlfriends And My GodDaughter!'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RovSjbROuAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TABW6PLI7hA/s72-c/Picture+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2668435909036606328</id><published>2007-07-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:01:24.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to act busy like a bee'/><title type='text'>[14] Keeping Busy Doesn't Seem To Work.. BUT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[14] Keeping Busy Doesn't Seem To Work.. BUT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately till I'm not even sure whether I'm coming or going. But it's great.. It keeps my mind of things. It was to the point where my daily planner was damn fucking full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it that way because I really need to keep my mind off Rudy. He texted me on Friday night the 15th and asked whether we could stay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His excuse for that request was very illogical and unbelievable but then what else am I to do except accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter that I felt like shaking him by the shoulders and demanding that he gives me a good reason instead of a lame one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely... Deep down inside.. I somehow felt that the lame reason was actually the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why but my instincts have always been spot on. Still.. I'm still not clear about the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this Rudy.. I just have to say this to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I do understand that you don't want to give me hopes that you're afraid that you can't fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that we could have at least put in the effort and tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. People are giving you more responsibilities and you're getting more workload. But then I have never demanded for your attention 24hrs a day ok. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I met you was somewhere in the middle of June. Before that I didn't meet you for 4 months and in that 1 month you didn't even call me for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! It's good enough that I wasn't paranoid ok! You did something once. You could have done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.. I made a promise to you last year that I will change myself completely and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAA DAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did! You asked me to trust you and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all the freedom and space you wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu pun not enough for yew ke Bear? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped smoking because you nicely asked me to ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now you say you wanna be friends because you getting more responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell! I feel hurt because in a way you are implying that I'm a burden to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Before we even got together in a relationship I laid out to you everything before me and I even asked you to consider but no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you can see that I'm a good person and that we will go through all obstacles together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when that stupid bitch started destroying everything. You were the 1st to actually pull away. I thought I was supposed to be the weak one and you were supposed to be the strong one.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disappointed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all of me&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know,&lt;br /&gt;You would weaken so easily&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You left me so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask much from you Rudy. I just ask for your honesty, your loyalty, your trust and your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly.. I still love you Rudy. Yeah.. I really do.. But like you said. If we were meant to be together.. then we will end up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now. I will enjoy and embrace my single hood! Hence the busy days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say.. I haven't been getting that much sleep lately. The days after I wrote my previous entry were filled with meeting my girlfriend Dea over at Spinelli Raffles City where we would discuss and plan our upcoming Bangkok trip in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking excited I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be spending a week there and it's retail therapy for us bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best guy friends got engaged on the 17th of June and I was so happy for him. Kecik was the one who actually introduced me to Rudy. But he was the one who got settled down 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny cause nearly a year after I got together with Rudy, he was actually complaining to him on how he can never find the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's with the ONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats again Kecik. Even though I wasn't with Rudy anymore. Nothing would stop me from going to my "brother"'s engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJFrROtZI/AAAAAAAAADs/mfaZOy-yAvw/s1600-h/SL270087+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251803862414738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJFrROtZI/AAAAAAAAADs/mfaZOy-yAvw/s200/SL270087+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJr7ROtdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ybyWLlsBkU8/s1600-h/SL270092+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252460992411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJr7ROtdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ybyWLlsBkU8/s200/SL270092+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJl7ROtcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mIyVkVw0Sd8/s1600-h/SL270091+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252357913195970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJl7ROtcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mIyVkVw0Sd8/s200/SL270091+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252224769209778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJeLROtbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O2sRx7t61KY/s200/SL270090+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJYrROtaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tBkQGxBgOe0/s1600-h/SL270089+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252130279929250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJYrROtaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tBkQGxBgOe0/s200/SL270089+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that a few of us went over to Boy's house cause he got into an accident a few days before. Please people when you're on the road. Think of others ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of this kind of carelessness that cause others to get hurt. But we had fun at his place overall. We were eating, watching Tv and playing with Flash's new PSP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! Sorry eh Flash. Me and Wak kept arguing with each other on whose turn it was to play on the PSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't tell much. Just look at the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokaaLROt0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/MxTwCcyHJqQ/s1600-h/SL270119+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082622691468293954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokaaLROt0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/MxTwCcyHJqQ/s200/SL270119+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofM_LROtoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G58v3HdHOMk/s1600-h/SL270121+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082256090239776386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofM_LROtoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G58v3HdHOMk/s200/SL270121+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofM2bROtnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Taj6SxCR0Do/s1600-h/SL270110+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255939915921010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofM2bROtnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Taj6SxCR0Do/s200/SL270110+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255798182000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMuLROtmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1w6O3D_OQWc/s200/SL270113+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMgbROtkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7ZX4yf1KGrk/s1600-h/SL270107+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255561958798914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMgbROtkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7ZX4yf1KGrk/s200/SL270107+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255467469518386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMa7ROtjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FmnwO6M3czU/s200/SL270106+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMVbROtiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MhEXf2Zh1kw/s1600-h/SL270105+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255372980237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMVbROtiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MhEXf2Zh1kw/s200/SL270105+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMQbROthI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HNSSLpBnHz0/s1600-h/SL270103+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255287080891922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMQbROthI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HNSSLpBnHz0/s200/SL270103+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMMbROtgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6RW-3JCPmoM/s1600-h/SL270102+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255218361415170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMMbROtgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6RW-3JCPmoM/s200/SL270102+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMFrROtfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/36G-Cx_BS9U/s1600-h/SL270118+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255102397298162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofMFrROtfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/36G-Cx_BS9U/s200/SL270118+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the days after that met Dea again.. abit of chilling at Spinelli's again and on some days went shopping with Cat.&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 23rd of June which was a Saturday.. One of my friend got married at Chijmes Hall. The food was damn delicious I tell you.. Courtesy of Capella of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't say much again.. But here's a few pics of the couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRz7ROtvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B4yhr3C_Sz8/s1600-h/SL271516+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613238245275378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRz7ROtvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B4yhr3C_Sz8/s200/SL271516+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRqLROtuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8Lq0zx65tGk/s1600-h/SL271515+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613070741550818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRqLROtuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8Lq0zx65tGk/s200/SL271515+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRhbROttI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YaANTwfze5o/s1600-h/SL271504+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082612920417695442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRhbROttI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YaANTwfze5o/s200/SL271504+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082612774388807362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRY7ROtsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SUslOox2rYo/s200/SL271494+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRMrROtrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z7lSgGSLxV0/s1600-h/SL271503+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082612563935409842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokRMrROtrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z7lSgGSLxV0/s200/SL271503+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokQzLROtqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7OcyiggwGM4/s1600-h/SL271502+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082612125848745634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokQzLROtqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7OcyiggwGM4/s200/SL271502+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas O was also present and afterwards both the bride and groom celebrated at Le Baroque. Cat and I went to Insomnia. Where else other this wacky place with the wackiest staff ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I went window shopping with Dea and it was damn frustrating I tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sales everywhere. We totally fell in love with this particular GUESS? blouse which was originally $175 and it was strike down to a fucking $59 bucks xia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we had to resist ourselves from shopping cause we really need to save up for the Bangkok trip. I'm going to shop till I drop and crawl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were practically clutching each other and hyperventilating when we saw how the prices were slashed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dea's arm were covered with goosebumps all the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relax girl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September will roll in soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that my best girlfriend since secondary school, Sue joined my company too. So now there's 3 ex Hong Kah students and it's such a blast to have her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my babe lah.. Ever since she got married and gave birth.. I didn't spend as much time meeting her as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do.. A wife and a mother already.. Her daughter/ my god daughter is really cute lah.. I will steal a pic of her from Sue's phone and post it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will seriously grow up to be a beautiful young lady and a heart breaker too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abit like her mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough talking.. Just see the pics of me and my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokV0LROtzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hx5AlClmP2I/s1600-h/SL271488+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082617640586753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokV0LROtzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hx5AlClmP2I/s200/SL271488+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVqbROtyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PA3pn_7Xk84/s1600-h/SL271486+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082617473083029282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVqbROtyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PA3pn_7Xk84/s200/SL271486+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVibROtxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sIUmkwvwm7I/s1600-h/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082617335644075794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVibROtxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sIUmkwvwm7I/s200/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVcbROtwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KMr2aeNhA-4/s1600-h/DSC00093+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082617232564860674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RokVcbROtwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KMr2aeNhA-4/s200/DSC00093+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better go and sleep. This coming weekend will be a busy one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday 7th July, I'll be going to Lia &amp; Zul's engagement then I'll be going shopping with Dea and I will have a surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my wish list will be coming true.. Guess which.. heheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shopping, if it's not too late.. I'll be going to Ain &amp;amp; Didi's wedding dinner. If I cant make it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry eh Ain.. You know what I'm going to be getting right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how long it will take. But I'll see you the next day. That's a promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday 8th July, Ain and Didi's wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I know is either getting engaged or married. I heard that my ex primary school friend got married last week and in August, my ex secondary school friend is getting engaged and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rudy's mom told me earlier today that his brother is getting engaged in August!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The torture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratz to them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thanks to my friends who are helping me cope with the lonely void that Rudy has left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening to my rants and raves and my pleas for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for supporting me and sitting through my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my friends who kept me entertained at work so that I won't be thinking of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Cheryl for making me put aside my own problems so that I could occupy myself with yours. Hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Dea who actually talked to me all through the night till the early morning listening to me cry my heart out when I called her just as she was about to fall asleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Gf! And I'm so sorry to disrupt your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&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;/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/3826248063960975657-2668435909036606328?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2668435909036606328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2668435909036606328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2668435909036606328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2668435909036606328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/07/14-keeping-busy-doesnt-seem-to-work-but.html' title='[14] Keeping Busy Doesn&apos;t Seem To Work.. BUT....'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RofJFrROtZI/AAAAAAAAADs/mfaZOy-yAvw/s72-c/SL270087+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8182241966838571644</id><published>2007-06-15T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:46:25.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[13] Feeling So Lethargic</title><content type='html'>[13] Feeling So Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been very busy for me lately. A few of my friends has been calling up and checking on me ever since I posted my previous entry. Thanks for your concern people but you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the past and I'm over it. Yes I do get flashbacks now and then but I'm trying to concentrate on the happier part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; bloody hard but I'm trying to manage. With all you caring people around, I know I can overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STG&lt;/span&gt; who happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blog hopped&lt;/span&gt; to my blog and left a comment on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tag board&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pleased that my story has touched you. I just want to point out something which goes to the rest of the guys out there who will also chance upon my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also forgot to put in was that when Apple used to beat me. He would say that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat me because he loved me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally find that fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever beat the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family but you don't see me beating the hell out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends too but you don't see me beating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that point of time, I would always pray that he doesn't admit that he is totally crazy in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His excuse for beating me was because he loved me. If he is crazy in love with me.. then what?&lt;br /&gt;He'll kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to point out this one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents love us, no matter what wrong we do.. they will never stop loving us. They are the ones who raised us. From the day we were born, our parents were there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young and got sick, our parents were the ones who nursed us till we got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fell and bruised ourselves, they were the ones who tended to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you, your parents never laid a hand on you. For some also, our parents do cane us but because it's for discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not matter what our parents faults are. Our parents love us unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet till they die, they will never stop loving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BEAT US?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are just in a relationship in which I mean not married. Come on.. You're just the boyfriends. You didn't raise us, you weren't there for all our obstacles in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Korang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lelaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love for us is not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stop having feelings for us. You just drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you guys again. Is it fair for us to have you beating us because you're jealous or paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted there are some girls who is asking for a smack but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are most who totally love you and accepts whatever it is that you do. No matter if it's wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate us for that fact. That most are blinded with love that they are blinded to your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly nobody respects a guy who beat up girls. I myself think that it's cowardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;universally&lt;/span&gt; considered the weaker sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are some women that I do admire for their guts and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are women who are like men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the point is.. men has the advantage of bigger bodies and harder hits. They have the strength for brutality. Plus they usually outweigh us in many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Angels we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note. Let me just say that if you say you love us then mean it. Do it through your heart not through your fists. Do you really find satisfaction in seeing that the person that you claim to love is all covered in bruises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you all a very hard lesson by posting up pictures of me after Apple has beaten me. But I don't want to make you shudder and lose your appetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognise my face as it was all covered in bruises that was in various shades of purple, yellow, black and blue. Same goes to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; guys. We love you. At least treat us with some respect in return for us loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that even though once in a while I have been showing a bit of attitude to Bear, he has never laid his hands on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.. even when we argue, we refrain ourselves from hurling vulgarities at each other and saying things that we will regret. Which is an incredible feat because both of us have very hot tempers and tend to hit something in anger. I treasure him all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact 2 nearly 3 weeks ago he just bought a punching bag so now he can just punce out his frustration on the bag and not the walls of his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet still.. I guess maybe it's not enough for him. As of now, we're not really together because he says that it's for my own good. He wants to protect me from that bitch who keeps on bothering us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet there may be a possibility that we will get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just spending my time with my friends and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I haven't updated that I'm no longer working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been blogging or logging in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer and admin assistant at Mercator Lines shipping company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a marketing executive for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jardine&lt;/span&gt; Smith International. Which is also located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; Tower Four level 30 but that's the main office. For me.. my workplace is now located at 1 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shophouses&lt;/span&gt; in Neil Road opposite the Cantonment Police Complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much better then my previous working place. Then I was the only young staff there and I didn't actually converse with anybody. My admin officer is also annoying. She like to speak to me like I'm a kid or like I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello.. I didn't get my diploma just so you can talk to me like I'm too stupid to understand. Then when I use perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; to talk to you, you go blur. Idiotic bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pfffftttt&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;.. my current workplace is more fun.. We have the radio playing loudly, we do our work but sometimes we just turn to each other and chit chatted. Or we call up our friends and talk. The boss is also fun. Makes lame jokes and has a funny kind of laugh which in turn will make us laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 to 7pm but now I enjoy coming to work. That's the way it should be. When you enjoy the work you tend to do better. Plus it's so much nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started work and I got half day yesterday and leave today. That's why I'm up early and updating this poor neglected blog of mine. But I've got so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of my best buddy is here for holiday before going back to LA next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. Over the weekend I'm probably meeting my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;. If not I'll take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to laze at home and read the book that I checked out from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sun, 1 of my best guy friend is getting engaged. I'm so happy for him. 2 years ago we were complaining to each other that we will never be able to find the right one for us. I'm glad you are in the middle of your path to happiness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KECIK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait! On Mon, I'll be chilling out with my girlfriend Cheryl. Probably going to Hard Rock to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to sleep well these 3 nights. I have the feeling that I will not be able to regain my energy till next Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. I'm going to just relax with my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8182241966838571644?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8182241966838571644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8182241966838571644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8182241966838571644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8182241966838571644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/06/13-feeling-so-lethargic.html' title='[13] Feeling So Lethargic'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-5336664523637742182</id><published>2007-05-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:38:30.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling vulnerable'/><title type='text'>[12] My Pent Up Anger</title><content type='html'>[12] My Pent Up Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said earlier.. I have a story to tell. Know of the saying. &lt;strong&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night I was walking towards the 7-11 situated near the main road. On the way there I met up with my old friends during my shake-uh-shake days.. So long ago.. 7 years ago in fact. It's been that long so I thought that since I was there, I might as well stopped by and catch up on old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately 1 of them was a girl 5 years younger than me. I totally hated her. She was cocky and full of shit. But then since the rest of my friends were there, I don't actually have to acknowledge her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the usual.. ' hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;.. long time no see.. where did you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; to.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled down and chatted with my long time buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while.. somebody said to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey Tasha.. thought I saw Apple did other day. Still remember him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this cocky youngster bitch said loudly.. ' Eh Tasha.. why so quiet? Can't bear to talk about 1 of the guys who got away from your clutches?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them became silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XIA&lt;/span&gt;.. TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. But she wasn't done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youngster BITCH&lt;/em&gt; continues, ' heard that your boyfriend now has cheated on you and that there is a possibility that he's cheating on you now'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GGRRRRRRrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't fucking know that that is a very sensitive issue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, ' Really.. Didn't realise that after I finished school I am popular enough for you people to talk about'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youngster BITCH,&lt;/em&gt; ' Popular my ass! You're just cheap enough for people to gossip about so don't try to act like a high-class bitch! Apple was the only one man enough to beat you and teach you a few things!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I explain about Apple, let me just say that at this point of time I was &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING PISSED&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. but I didn't show my anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and everyone relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to went and pretended to shake her hand and said that I realise that I was a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I punched her in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid but I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pent up anger towards the stupid bitch who was stalking me and ruining my relationship and I admit now that some of that anger was because of Rudy aka Bear.&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; and angry at the way he treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have an outlet to release my anger so unfortunately she was the one who tripped my wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youngster BITCH&lt;/em&gt; was shocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiot didn't know how I change when I'm in a temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started screeching for the others to whack me because I dared to lay a hand on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally A said, ' You crazy? We know Tasha longer before we know you. Tasha goes by her own rules. What you said about her boyfriend and Apple is a low blow. You picked the fight so you finish it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was shaking in anger. My fists were just aching to hit her or something again. But I just turned and stormed off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid bitch still had the cheek to yell at me to come back and called me a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned back, she ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIECE OF CHICKEN SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I react that way.. I knew it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't right to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mention of Apple brought to mind images of my past. The past that made me the way I am now. Wary, cold-hearted, suspicious and distrustful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple is a very sore subject to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to be open here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am tired of people thinking that I was born a cold-hearted arrogant bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2001 during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;minah&lt;/span&gt; rep days. I met Apple at the now defunct Fire/Sparks disco. He was kinda cute then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our honeymoon period lasted only 6 months before he started being a bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that time, he started contacting other hostesses, stole my money to buy them gifts, put me under house arrest, beat me and even raped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of him that my nose suddenly had a bridge. It was because of him, my right cheekbone sunk in. It was because of him, sometimes I walk with a limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would beat me with anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ever threw a bottle of water to my head and it burst causing me to have a blood clot in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would use the thermos which boils water to hit my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would wind his leather belt with the metal buckle facing outwards to hit me all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would bang my head against the wall and the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be me till I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; and beat me again till I regained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been beaten up in a cab in front of the taxi driver who tried to help me but got scolded in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Uncle for trying to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been beaten outside The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt; when there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt; but a fountain where it is always packed every Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the people who tried to help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the girl who blocked and shielded me from his punches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ended in her getting punched as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to her boyfriend and his friends who tried to pull him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for trying to help even though we were strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I understand when you had to back off when his gang arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why I didn't report to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I was scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I was also involved in his illegal dealings and activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defense I learned how to fight him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus learning how to build a hard shell around me to avoid getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurt me physically, mentally and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would say that I was never good enough for any guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would say that he was the only one who understood me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would say that no other guy would want a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would end sooner or later so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bid ed&lt;/span&gt; my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered my prayers when he got caught for rioting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;voluntarily&lt;/span&gt; causing hurt to a passer by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He slashed off a guy's ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to serve a sentence of 5 years and 12 strokes of the cane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I pitied his mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that 12 strokes is not enough compared to the torture he gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you all know why it's a very sore subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of him, I lost my innocence. My good nature. My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its place I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cold and hard hearted. Suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view of life changed from being happy go lucky to sarcastic and distrustful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am still very angry at him even though when he came out of prison, he called and apologised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been able to tell him that I can forgive him and forget what he has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because like the bastard he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has the cheek to say what he had said that few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'only he can understand me and accept me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt; APPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way that is why I am angry at Rudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is playing with me feelings the same way Apple had even though he doesn't lay a hand on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way they gave me the vibes that they know I love them but yet they still hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be tough on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is vulnerable and has never been able to fully mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I start to glue back the pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I love will smash it again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-5336664523637742182?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5336664523637742182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=5336664523637742182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5336664523637742182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/5336664523637742182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-my-pent-up-anger.html' title='[12] My Pent Up Anger'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2139571216069691991</id><published>2007-05-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:49:53.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling rushed'/><title type='text'>[11] No Time</title><content type='html'>[11] No Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more mins before I finished work. I so wanted to blog earlier but alas I had no time.. Was so busy.. I have a story to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2139571216069691991?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2139571216069691991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2139571216069691991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2139571216069691991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2139571216069691991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/11-no-time.html' title='[11] No Time'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4552342796229334676</id><published>2007-05-26T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:31:26.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am feeling amazed'/><title type='text'>[10] I Saw A Waterspout</title><content type='html'>[10] I Saw A Waterspout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you watch the news last night? Apparently there was a sighting of a waterspout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I AM 1 OF THE 1ST FEW PEOPLE WHO SAW IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the office when I decided to go the conference room to look up for some documents left there. The door was facing the window so obviously when I walk in, I would automatically look there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit stunned when I saw it. In my mind I was thinking ' WHAT KIND OF FUCKING TRICK IS THAT'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the initial surprise I ran to my workspace and took out my phone and ran back quickly to the windows to snap some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how it looks like from my 42&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor office in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; Tower 2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068564484918007474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rlcoi2yy1rI/AAAAAAAAADE/uGoDN3e3SJ8/s200/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068564622356960962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rlcoq2yy1sI/AAAAAAAAADM/I-An6yeTP7k/s200/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068564755500947154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rlcoymyy1tI/AAAAAAAAADU/WdVwojWceeg/s200/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068564867170096866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rlco5Gyy1uI/AAAAAAAAADc/BzJv12QD6Cs/s200/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was some cool shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I straight away sent messages to my friends on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told them in a very excited way that I saw a '&lt;em&gt;tornado&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 of my irritatingly sarcastic friend, Wadi asked me a question which obviously shows that he thought I was joking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wadi, '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;.. really? did you see any ships being destroyed?&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, ' &lt;em&gt;no.. and I didn't see any fishes or cows flying around either'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously he was thinking about that movie about the people chasing after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tornados&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot the title of the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT TO SEE IT REAL LIVE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xia&lt;/span&gt;.. It really made my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-4552342796229334676?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4552342796229334676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4552342796229334676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4552342796229334676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4552342796229334676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-i-saw-waterspout.html' title='[10] I Saw A Waterspout'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rlcoi2yy1rI/AAAAAAAAADE/uGoDN3e3SJ8/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-8525476235998344009</id><published>2007-05-25T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:30:47.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m FUCKING PISSED'/><title type='text'>[9] Irritating Stupid People</title><content type='html'>[9] Irritating Stupid People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought that I may have met the most irritating.. the most stupidest person that has ever been born..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes another idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when this fuckers walk without looking ahead and bang into people. I hate it when they walk and turn around suddenly without warning. And I hate it when they block the way and walk bloody slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fuckers are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the only one walking around the area &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate it when people in the elevators don't hold the door for others. The people who just walk straight to the back when the doors open and don't hold the door open or push the floor that they are heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY STUPID IDIOTS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier when I went for lunch, I nearly had the elevator doors slam close in my face. The lady who was at the back off the elevator was the one who rushed forward to press it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bastard who was standing right in front of the buttons had his hands in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIAO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at the fucker and sarcastically said 'hey.. thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for holding the door for me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned red and mumbled thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GRRRrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like smacking him on the head with the document I had in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID WANKER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a vulgar person but when I'm &lt;strong&gt;PISSED&lt;/strong&gt;! I become even more so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLASTED IDIOT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was walking towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chijmes&lt;/span&gt;, there were two ladies walking in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND OH MY GOD&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were walking so damn slow and blocking the way. When I tried to overtake, they would veer slightly to the side where I wanted to overtake them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so frustrated, I just brushed past them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geram&lt;/span&gt;* tau! (Fed-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BTICHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when walking past 'New York New York' at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Citylink&lt;/span&gt; Mall. This blooming bastard knocked into me. Apparently he was walking with his head turned to the side looking at something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker didn't even say sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just acted like nothing happened and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; hour and the place is fucking crowded. &lt;strong&gt;WHY MUST YOU WALK WITHOUT YOUR EYES LOOKING AHEAD AR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU THINK YOU OWN THE PLACE AND EXPECTS THE REST OF THE PEOPLE TO MAKE THE WAY FOR YOU LIKE THE WAY THE OCEAN PARTED FOR MOSES AR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST HAVE THE COURTESY TO APOLOGISE LA WANKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Right after that.. this stupid bitch turned around suddenly and banged into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that she was the one to glared and *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt;* at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed, I loudly said &lt;strong&gt;STUPID BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; and just pushed past her. She nearly fell.. &lt;strong&gt;NEARLY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she fell I would have laughed. I would have kicked her stupid face in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. when u want to make a u-turn, the least you could do is walk slightly to the side and checked our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blind spot&lt;/span&gt; 1st then turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread to think how you people would be like on the road if you people have licenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I have quit smoking because my Bear wishes me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times like this, I wish I have a pack of Marlboro Reds so that I can whip out a ciggy and chain-smoke till I relieve myself from all this frustrations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-8525476235998344009?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8525476235998344009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=8525476235998344009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8525476235998344009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/8525476235998344009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/9-irritating-stupid-people.html' title='[9] Irritating Stupid People'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6421785023147536010</id><published>2007-05-21T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:31:08.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate idiotic guys..'/><title type='text'>[8] I Hate Idiotic Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[8] I Hate Idiotic Guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder why everytime guys sees girls, they will start to sing. Do they honestly think that it will attract the girls to them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do they expect us girls to do exactly? Join in the song and start dancing like some Bollywood movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FIND IT TOTALLY IRRITATING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be they Malay, Chinese or Indian.. they all do the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I walk by Indian guys, they sing Tamil songs while looking at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I walk by Chinese guys, they sing Chinese songs while looking at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I walk by Malay guys, they sing Malay love songs while looking at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COULD SOMEBODY EXPLAIN WHY TO ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm really tempted to go up to them and just give them a hard smack on the head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does singing actually moves up their machoness or their romantic side up a notch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIKE HELLO!! YOUR VOICE DON'T EVEN SOUND THAT GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEEESSSHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like earlier while on my lunch hour. I was at the bank and there was this Malay guy with spiky hair who is around my height and wearing sunglasses. He was standing next to me and he kept on looking at me. If I were to turn my head at his direction, he would start grinning like a fool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could see that the people around us were very kepo because I noticed that they kept looking at me. In the end I was so pissed at him and I was also thinking that if all these kepos want a show then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK IT! I'LL GIVE THEM A SHOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned my head to Spiky Hair and looked directly into his sunglasses. You could almost see him practically containing his excitement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked sharply, " Why do you keep looking at me? Never seen a female before is it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him, "No.. I mean.. You're pretty lah. So I was thinking I must have your number?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, " Not interested. I have a boyfriend."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him, "Alah.. Boyfriend only, not husband"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FURIOUS " EH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! WHAT YOU MEAN BOYFRIEND ONLY?! BLOODY WANKER! SORRY I DON'T LIKE TO GET TO KNOW SHORT GUYS! STUPID FUCKER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that I turned around and walked off. I was so furious. I hate it when guys says things like that or there are some who actually have the cheek to say ' steady boleh break, tunang boleh putus, kahwin boleh cerai ' translation ' steady relationships can be broken, engagements can be called off, married can be divorced '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When that happens, I will usually answer back ' yah and that is exactly what I would be doing if I were to get to know you'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they say that, it's just so obvious what kind of guys they are. Who's to say that if I were to end up with them, they won't be saying the same thing to other girls that caught their eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pffffttt......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh.. and why I said I don't like to get know short guys is because I just hate to be with guys that are short or just the same height as me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason being heels. I like to wear heels. High heels. Like 4 inch high heels. I just LOVE them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've 4 pairs of 4 inch heels and they are my favourite. Oh.. my mom and others shakes their head and wonders how I am able to walk. But surprisingly, I have actually run and jumped with them and I have never tripped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.. I didn't run and jump on purpose. Last year during Hari Raya, I was out with Bear and JMs and when we were going back our various transports to the next destination, I saw a bloody cockroach running towards me. So I jumped and ran to Bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gave me a scolding like, how I can twist my ankles if I were to do that while wearing those kind of dangerous weapons. Yeah.. He called them weapons on account of the pointed front and needle thin stiletto heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to be able to wear those heels, I need to have a tall boyfriend, and thank goodness, Bear is tall. Without them I only reach Bear's chin. With them I only reach his ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admire those couple where the ladies are taller than the guys. But it's just not for me. I can't imagine myself towering over my boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then... I have always been fussy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two more hours to go before I meet up with Cheryl for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forget...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talked to Bear yesterday evening. We're ok now. We still together but we're just taking some time off from each other for a month or so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's because of that stupid stalker bitch. But we're recovering. I love him lah... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6421785023147536010?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6421785023147536010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6421785023147536010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6421785023147536010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6421785023147536010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-i-hate-idiotic-guys.html' title='[8] I Hate Idiotic Guys'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4292195097673731929</id><published>2007-05-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:32:24.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate feeling sick'/><title type='text'>[7] 6 Days Of Pure Torture</title><content type='html'>[7] 6 Days Of Pure Torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour more to go before it's Monday and a few more hours before I get ready for work. I have been sick for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an mc for Tuesday and on Wednesday I took another mc because I was still feeling rotten. On Thursday I went to work but they sent me back home after lunch and told me to go to the doctor again because I was coughing very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another two days mc and when I reached home after that, I was already burning hot. I quickly showered and slept. When I woke at night, I think maybe around 9 plus, I was delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my younger brother to take my temperature with his school thermometer and it announced that my temperature was 39.6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was moaning and groaning all through the weekend. IT BLOODY SUCKS I TELL YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you something that I found out earlier today. My fever was not natural. I went to this center for those kind of spiritual consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. that was the cause of it. Honestly it's true. There has been some disturbance lately at my home. Which I would not describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I just started work. I hope that this would not cost me my job but hey.. I don't actually mind because I got another offer with better pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. I still coughing and it's very irritating. It's one of those dry, itchy throat kind of cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better sleep.. Tomorrow's another day at work and I can't keep feeling shitty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. for the pic below, I asked my brother to pose in exactly the same way he reacted when he saw my temperature reading 3 nights ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RlBm1myy1qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J6rFuDcgNI0/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662651924502178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RlBm1myy1qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J6rFuDcgNI0/s200/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-4292195097673731929?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4292195097673731929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=4292195097673731929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4292195097673731929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/4292195097673731929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-6-days-of-pure-torture.html' title='[7] 6 Days Of Pure Torture'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RlBm1myy1qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J6rFuDcgNI0/s72-c/DSC01243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-2864270973237046542</id><published>2007-05-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:02:59.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m siiiccckkk....'/><title type='text'>[6] Sick....</title><content type='html'>[6] Sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home now. Just came back from the doctor. Feeling so ill.. I've been feeling unwell the past few days but what's so shitty about it is that I will not have fever at night. In the day my temperature would drop to the normal level but when night comes and I'm on the way home from work, I can feel it climbing up again. By the time I reach home, I just want to get into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Aidah asked me to go to Hard Rock but I was so reluctant. I made plans to meet her there at 12am. But I fell asleep. The kind of sleep where you drift into oblivion. I was only startled awake once or twice. 1st because it was raining heavily in the early morning. Actually a storm was more like it. Through the haze in my muddled sick mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear loud claps of thunder and since my window was open. The air which forced itself in my room made me chilled to the bone even though I was wearing my blanket. I was too sick to even get up to close the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to see the doctor earlier, my stupid temperature went down and the doctor didn't see the need to give me two days of medical leave even though I pleaded with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' Please lah doctor, my fever comes at night and I can't sleep properly because of my aching muscles.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: ' There's no need. You just need to rest. Get lots of sleep and you'll be fine the next day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stupid doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told him that I couldn't sleep well because of the muscle aches. Haiz.. I didn't bother to argue. I just wanted to go home and crawl back under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Bear.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last noght the crazy stalker was messaing him. He got very pissed off which resulted in him throwing around his hp till it broke.. Poor thing. When I get the cash maybe I'll get him a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. that girl is really getting on our nerves. Stupid bitch can't leave us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bear is doing his ippt before going back to work. I hope he'll pass. It will be nice for him to have more allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows... the medication the doctor gave me is making me drowsy... I going to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064679088170437426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rklay_-_izI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pk2FfMdC6R0/s200/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-2864270973237046542?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2864270973237046542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=2864270973237046542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2864270973237046542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/2864270973237046542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='[6] Sick....'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rklay_-_izI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pk2FfMdC6R0/s72-c/DSC01241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-3368231408451637307</id><published>2007-05-09T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:32:00.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am exhausted'/><title type='text'>[5] The Past Week</title><content type='html'>[5] The Past Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating the thrills and spills of my life. I've been busy and by the time I sit in front of my lappy, I'm just too exhausted to do anything else except check my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So.. What has been happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday 31st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored so I decided to meet up with my Girlfriend Mas. We haven't seen each other in like months! Met up with her friends at Taka and we sat around and joked. It was a hoot i tell you! They were making all these lame jokes and impersonation of the people they knew or the people they saw at clubs. I laughed till I was breathless. Stayed awhile and left around 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday 1st May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Labour Day. I'm still very pissed off about Rudy. He still hasn't contacted me in any way. *&amp;%#@*! Honestly I was very pissed. I called him thinking of confronting him. A girl answered. Said that he wasn't around. I only heard the sound of the Tv in the background.I pretended to put down the phone but only covered the mouthpiece. After a while I heard her say that there was nobody on the line and she cancelled the connection. I straight away speed dialled his number. This time he answered. When I asked him who answered. He said he did. I told him that earlier a girl answered He said ' oh. maybe my sister.' Ok fine. It could be. After all it was Labour Day and usually on public holidays, he's out with his family. Which was what he said he was doing. Out with his family at his uncle's place before going fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday 3rd May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an interview for the position as Recep/Admin Assistant at Mercator Lines. It's a private sector shipping company. It's located on the 42nd storey of Suntec Tower Two. I have to say that the view is F***ING AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the normal interview questions.. blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even half an hour later, they called me up and asked me to come down for a second interview the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview I went to meet Cheryl at Chijmes. Whenever she's working the morning shift I always try to go there at 6pm in time for her to pass over her stuff to the next supervisor. We went to town to do some window shopping and buy her stuff before eating at Food Republic at Wisma Atria. While eating we gossiped. Sat at McCafe at Lido. Had a few drinks then went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2am my brother went out to meet his friends. I sat in my room. I couldn't sleep so I read my book. At around 4.30am, I heard my brother saying the standard greeting we Malays use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Assalamualaikum'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of my room and asked my dad who was watching tv, to open the door. My dad asked me why Told him that my brother's outside. My dad said he didn't hear anything. I looked out the window but there wasn't anyone. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me so I just went back to my room. Not even 5mins later. I heard my brother calling out again. This time he sounded impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ASSALAMUALAIKUM!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed and went out again. But I didn't see anyone. Thinking that my brother was lurking around and playing a prank. I snatched the phone and called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Oi! Where are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro, Nikie: ' I'm outside'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Haiyah! I knew it! I told Baba to open the door but he said he didn't hear you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikie: ' Ummm... actually I'm still outside somewhere else with my friend. I'm not outside the house'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' you bloody sure?! then who is outside my window..... oh f***king s**t sial!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly occurred to me that whoever is standing outside is not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily even though my windows were open. My curtains were drawn tight. Unfortunately it was Friday night or as we Malays say it. 'Malam Jumaat' Basically the night where all those freaking 'CUTE' mischievous spirits are out and about and disturbing everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the 1st time. Last week on the same night, I came back around 1.30am after chilling out at the nearby coffeeshop with Juraida, Fitri and his fried. We did talk about all these ghost stuff and listened to those creepy ghost experiences that people went through on radio. It's a Malay channel. 89.7FM at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go for rides in the car with Bear and we loved listening to all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Cut the story short. When I was reaching my front door, I was walking past my window, a strong smell hit me. It was unmistakeably he smell of FRANGIPANIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly held my breath and walked fast. My heart was thudding and my mind was thinking up all kinds of swear words in all kinds of languages that I know. Of all the dumb luck. &amp;amp;%$#@*$*#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my door, I gave a greeting and turned around to spit out behind me. An old lady once told that in the kampung days, they would usually put a pail of water outside their house to was their feet before going in. To prevent these spirits from following us into the house. If you don't have any pail of water handy. Spitting out will do. As long as it's water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went in and as luck would have it. My dad was watching this Malaysian ghost story on DVD on my laptop. FACING THE WINDOW! By this time I was already surrendering myself to the prospect of having something come out in front of me and say boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heesh.. Nowadays I'm so prone to being followed by this things. For those who know about the girl who is harassing and stalking me. You people should have already know that this girl claims to study black magic and that she has powers. So now I don't know whether it's true or not. Every time I feel reluctant to believe all this. Something will come up that will make me think that it could be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday 4th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went for the 2nd interview at Mercator and I got the job. Told me that I could start work in a week's time. YES! Finally! Some form of income will be deposited at the start of every month. What luck.. My savings are depleting rather rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to be a Receptionist at Mercator Lines. Not very glamorous but hey it's a job. Anyway it will suit my needs just right. It's the normal office routine. 5 days work week. 9-6pm. The pay may not be that fantastic but as long as I'm going to have cash for shopping and stuff then it's fine. Anyway it's not like as if I'm going to make it my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours are perfect for me to take my part-time psychology course in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Come July I'll be working in the day and studying psychology at night. Perfect isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met up with Cheryl again and as usual we went to our favourite place. Bakerzin. I totally feel in love with their vanilla creme brulee and bailey's Irish souffle. Mouth watering! Cheryl ordered the pan-seared tuna and will of course end her meal with her favourite Macchiato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQXf-_irI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cme7nNcf9No/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063330614468381362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQXf-_irI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cme7nNcf9No/s200/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQnP-_isI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X1MHYzgX8u8/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063330885051321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQnP-_isI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X1MHYzgX8u8/s200/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQyf-_itI/AAAAAAAAACE/v_HkQssIuLE/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063331078324849362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQyf-_itI/AAAAAAAAACE/v_HkQssIuLE/s200/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQ-_-_iuI/AAAAAAAAACM/BkJpGMwiYUs/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063331293073214178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQ-_-_iuI/AAAAAAAAACM/BkJpGMwiYUs/s200/DSC01229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the usual gossiping, we went called a cab to go home. Poor Cheryl was bothered by a bangla. While Cheryl was on the phone waiting for her cab confirmation. This bangla went up to her and asked for a light. After taking back her lighter the bangla walked a few metres away to join his friend. Both of them started looking at Cheryl and struck a Bollywood pose. HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so irritating man.. They kept looking over and smiling and trying to act handsome. NOT EVEN IN THE LEAST BIT HANDSOME la.. Unfortunately I got a cab 1st. Poor Cheryl. If she lives near me in Jurong I would have gladly shared a cab with her. But she lives in Pasir Ris. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the cab, Cheryl called to complain about them. Apparently once I left, the bangla came over and stood really close to her and tried to strike up a conversation. Cheryl didn't really listen to him much when he asked the usual questions like 'are you local' and stuff. But she really got pissed off when he called her a hot babe and insinuated the prospect to being friends. She told him off and ignored him. The bangla didn't get the hint and actually had the audacity to stay and lean against her bag. She snapped and told him in a stern voice to back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly said sorry and walked away to join his friend. I laughed out loud. I told Cheryl that if I was in her shoes, I would have probably been sarcastic and shouted all the swear words I know at him. Haiz.. So difficult to do a good deed today. Helped him by lending him a lighter and he wants more. He actually had the cheek to wave goodbye at Cheryl when she boarded her cab. BLOODY HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I had reached home and changed I called Bear. Horrors! A girl answered and asked repeatedly who I am. Before I could even say that I'm his girlfriend, she disconnected the call. I called him back and he was very grumpy. He asked me who was on the line earlier. I told him that I should be asking him because a girl answered and that I thought the girl was his sister but she didn't know who I was. I called his house and asked his mom about his whereabouts and whether his sister is at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His mom said that he's trying to sleep because he's having a fever and that his sister was working night. I told his mom that a girl answered when I called him. His mom said that she did answer his phone but she heard a guy talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strange. Then I realised what happened. We had some crossed line going on. No wonder he asked me who was on the line earlier. It ever happened before. There was 1 time when I called him and he picked up but he heard a guy talking and on my part I heard a girl talking. Not surprisingly we had a misunderstanding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday 5th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Bear's house. I was late.. He already went out fishing with friend around 1pm his mom said. *%@&amp; I reached there at exactly 2pm. It's so difficult to meet him! His mom as usual complained that I'm getting skinnier and fed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear's cat recently gave birth and the kittens are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV01f-_iwI/AAAAAAAAACc/yYofVxNXjAQ/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063581818515589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV01f-_iwI/AAAAAAAAACc/yYofVxNXjAQ/s200/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV1JP-_ixI/AAAAAAAAACk/KaCsmn7E_Yg/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063582157818006290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV1JP-_ixI/AAAAAAAAACk/KaCsmn7E_Yg/s200/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV1WP-_iyI/AAAAAAAAACs/sQsw3LlwfEk/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063582381156305698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkV1WP-_iyI/AAAAAAAAACs/sQsw3LlwfEk/s200/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we sat around talking about that stupid b***h who's harassing us. Then his mom said something that made me speechless. She said that once Bear stops buying his guitars and equipments, she hopes that Bear will save up so that we can both get engaged quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped and I had an incredulous look.. when she saw my expression she assured me that she was being serious. I felt like giggling hysterically. In my mind I was thinking.. 'If only she knows how her son is treating me now' but it's ok.. At least I know that the mother likes me enough to actually think of that prospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other circumstances I would have been happy because Bear and I did planned to get engaged near the end of the year. But now.. I don't know whether that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday 7th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from Mercator Lines and they asked whether I can start work on Thursday instead of the following Monday. I was okay with it. I'm starting work soon. Maybe work will keep my mind of things. At least I have something to occupy myself instead of worrying endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkVz-v-_ivI/AAAAAAAAACU/4nOdIY6yENs/s1600-h/Picture+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063580877917752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkVz-v-_ivI/AAAAAAAAACU/4nOdIY6yENs/s200/Picture+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-3368231408451637307?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3368231408451637307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=3368231408451637307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3368231408451637307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/3368231408451637307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-past-week.html' title='[5] The Past Week'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RkSQXf-_irI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cme7nNcf9No/s72-c/DSC01226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-6715308078825353870</id><published>2007-05-03T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:30:22.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am so hurt.. :&apos;('/><title type='text'>[4] This Comes From The Heart</title><content type='html'>Adakah diriku kau tak perlu lagi? &lt;br /&gt;Adakah cintaku kau tak perlu lagi &lt;br /&gt;Adakah dirimu dah berubah hati terhadap diriku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah insan lain bertakhta di hatimu &lt;br /&gt;Hinggakan dirimu mengubah cintamu &lt;br /&gt;Manakah janjimu yang kau beri dulu kepada diriku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau pernah berkata cintamu adalah selama-lamanya &lt;br /&gt;Bulan menjadi saksi pada malam itu &lt;br /&gt;Kau kata kau cinta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangku dengarlah rintihan hatiku &lt;br /&gt;Ingin kau kembali seperti dahulu &lt;br /&gt;Kenangan di jiwa membuat ku rindu kepada dirimu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau pernah berkata cintamu adalah selama-lamanya &lt;br /&gt;Bulan menjadi saksi pada malam itu &lt;br /&gt;Kau kata kau cinta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiranya diriku kau tak perlu lagi &lt;br /&gt;Simpanlah kenangan cinta kita di hati &lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sukar, ku akur kali ini &lt;br /&gt;Biarlah ku pergi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah ku bertanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]This Comes From The Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On labour day, my friend insisted that I watched the show &lt;em&gt;Main-main Cinta &lt;/em&gt;on &lt;em&gt;Suria&lt;/em&gt;. She insisted that I look like the lead actress &lt;em&gt;Misha Omar&lt;/em&gt;. All I have to say is this. &lt;strong&gt;NOT EVEN LAH!&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly no.. but since I had nothing better to do I was thinking, 'what the heck, just watch it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out it was a sappy, mushy story about this couple in college who were very popular. The girl's nemesis wants to take over the popularity status and get the guy too. So she thinks up evil plans to make them break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like what I'm going through right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. She succeeds in tricking the guy into helping her 1 night and got her friend to take a photo of them. She then posted it up on the internet and sends mass emails about it. So the misunderstanding start. But through it all, thier love for each other was still present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy sang this particular song when he was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the song suits what I'm feeling now. Let me just briefly translate it in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the song is asking why the girl is being very cold to him. So he is asking whether is it because she doesn't need him anymore. Whether she really doesn't want his love anymore. Is it true that her feelings has change maybe because she has someone else in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also asking her where is the promise she has given him. The promise that her love for him is forever which was witnessed by the moon during the night they realised that they have fallen in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pleading to her from his heart because he wishes for them to get back together and be like old times because the sweet memories makes him miss her alot. At the end of the song he is saying that if it is true that she really doesn't need/want him anymore. He pleads for her to keep the memories of their love in her heart and that even though he finds it hard to let her go. If she really insist, then he will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. Isn't it the same as to what I'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am embarressed to admit this but as I am writing this down, I am listening to the song and I'm crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I'm crying my heart out. Because I don't think I can take this any longer. I really don't think I can. I am just so hurt by his silence. I am not ashamed that I really loved him and I gave my whole heart in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in any way any of my exes or guys who have given thier heart to me.. My heartfelt apologies to the all of you I have hurt before. I am so sorry for treating you guys that way. I am sorry for hurting all of you and for making all of you like fools. I took all your love for granted and used it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my 3 exes who had ever laid their hands on me. You f*****s don't deserve the love I have showered you with. All 3 of you took advantage of me and stole my money, controlled me and when I wanted out, you hit me. All 3 of you hurt me psychically, mentally and emotionally. So you 3 can go and die for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. I can just hope that puts me out of my misery. I just want to know whether we are still together or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are I promise to cherish you and treasure you and I apologise for the times that I have ever hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not then I wish you all the best. I will move on but I don't think I would look for another so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart is still with him and I will always be. You have treated me with alot of love and care and concern before all this. You were there to comfort and soothe my pain away when I was crying and gripped in the nightmares of my ex beating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took your love for granted once and I promise myself that it wouldn't happen again but in the end.. It turned around and now I'm in the position where you once stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other words can describe the hurt I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rjj0y_-_ipI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9TlNwLzZIQ/s1600-h/small_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rjj0y_-_ipI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9TlNwLzZIQ/s200/small_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060063338357033618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826248063960975657-6715308078825353870?l=enticing-laydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6715308078825353870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826248063960975657&amp;postID=6715308078825353870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6715308078825353870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826248063960975657/posts/default/6715308078825353870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enticing-laydee.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-this-comes-from-heart.html' title='[4] This Comes From The Heart'/><author><name>enticing-laydee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/Rjj0y_-_ipI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9TlNwLzZIQ/s72-c/small_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-1325833320950443314</id><published>2007-05-01T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:11:01.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling really unappreciated'/><title type='text'>[3] Unappreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/OJT8dIILYR/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/OJT8dIILYR/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Unappreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bear's attitude towards me has been making me feel very unappreciated. Today is supposed to our anniversary. Not long.. Only 1 year and 6 months but still, I don't know whether I did any wrong to make him treat me this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been meeting or talking so there isn't any chance that I did something he didn't like. Even if I were to go out I will let him know and it's always with Cheryl and he knows that. I don't think he would angry about that because after all he goes out with his friends too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just spend my time at home and sitting beside my phone hoping that he would call up and ask whether I want to go out with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really describe how I feel so I found the lyric to the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unappreaciated &lt;/em&gt;by Cherish.&lt;/em&gt; It will give an idea on how the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Unappreciated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Your takin` my love for granted, babe.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how much more,&lt;br /&gt;I can take from you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't do the things you use to do.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even say I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning and saw your face&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't look the same as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling that you can't seem to see,&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;And lately it ain't been the same at all.&lt;br /&gt;When you're here its like I'm invisible&lt;br /&gt;I still can't seem to see where I went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Your takin` my love for granted, babe.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how much more,&lt;br /&gt;I can take from you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't do the things you use to do.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even say I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately our house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;You come in, take a shower and then say I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do&lt;br /&gt;When my heart says leave&lt;br /&gt;But my feet won't move&lt;br /&gt;And today is our anniversary&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't even said two words to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to give you another chance&lt;br /&gt;But ooh baby I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Your takin` my love for granted, babe.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how much more,&lt;br /&gt;I can take from you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't do the things you use to do.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even say I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I first met you&lt;br /&gt;I thought you was the most perfect man&lt;br /&gt;That I ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;I use to give into your lies&lt;br /&gt;But now I see the truth&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I don't want to hear it I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know I'll still be missing you&lt;br /&gt;But it's not worth the pain&lt;br /&gt;That I've gained from you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Unappreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Your takin` my love for granted, babe.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how much more,&lt;br /&gt;I can take from you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't do the things you use to do.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even say I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me no more&lt;br /&gt;Heeey wooo hooo&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling unappreciated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RjdKE_-_ijI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Mk6dosQN0KY/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RjdKE_-_ijI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Mk6dosQN0KY/s200/Picture+240.jpg'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/SWbGGpxj7eI/AAAAAAAAASs/wpEpNyg8J8s/S220/1_236679965l1-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrbvuTgs1kY/RjdKE_-_ijI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Mk6dosQN0KY/s72-c/Picture+240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826248063960975657.post-4472482940067200011</id><published>2007-04-30T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:30:36.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in a confused mood'/><title type='text'>[2] Wishes</title><content type='html'>[2] Wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Day by day the feeling of sadness is building up in me. I feel like as if my feelings are detached from me. My whole being feels numb. I'm having a whole mix of emotions. But I can't exactly pinpoint anything. I just feel angry, sad , hurt , dissappointed and confused all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What exactly does he want me to do? Keep quiet and wait? If he were to say I don't give him his freedom, it's nonsense. I give him alot of freedom. I don't control him
