<?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-10039480</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:33:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ASYLUM where i escapes the insanity of this world</title><subtitle type='html'>Who needs attention &amp; fame as girlfriends? Nope, not me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115229005340794819</id><published>2006-07-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:37:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com"&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115229005340794819?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115229005340794819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115229005340794819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpolovejabslivejournalcom.html' title='http://OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115177321607697819</id><published>2006-07-02T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:00:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars are Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1024/2006_0701ShirlenePlace0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/400/2006_0701ShirlenePlace0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Love, Joy &amp;amp; Laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115177321607697819?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115177321607697819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115177321607697819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/07/stars-are-blind.html' title='Stars are Blind'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115150462763390070</id><published>2006-06-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:17:44.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slient Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lunatics are scaring me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Stop singing you. I'm bursting into laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://&lt;/span&gt;OLOVEJABS.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you're leading such a "high-end" life.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you're so classy.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you're so branded.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, you're so "ang-moh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go and die lah. DIAO. Ugly Duckling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buay Tahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115150462763390070?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115150462763390070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115150462763390070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/slient-departure.html' title='Slient Departure'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139958550972227</id><published>2006-06-27T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:20:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've long awaited for this HOLIDAY. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it seemed like.. so boring sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sighs. I miss my ex-class. chickennabei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how deep is your love?&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/10039480-115139958550972227?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139958550972227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139958550972227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-hours.html' title='HAPPY HOURS'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139695124654835</id><published>2006-06-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:29:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEWPIE&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139695124654835?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139695124654835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139695124654835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/kewpie.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139686276283690</id><published>2006-06-27T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:27:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND GIRLFRIEND&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139686276283690?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139686276283690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139686276283690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/boyfriend-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139680295393808</id><published>2006-06-27T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:26:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;BETTY BOP'S BOYFRIEND, BIMBO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139680295393808?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139680295393808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139680295393808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/betty-bops-boyfriend-bimbo.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139676830370333</id><published>2006-06-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:34:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVEN DWARFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0212.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/10039480-115139676830370333?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139676830370333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139676830370333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/seven-dwarfs.html' title='SEVEN DWARFS'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139667971600452</id><published>2006-06-27T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:24:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;ALICE-SNOW WHITE-CINDERELLA-ANNETTE&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139667971600452?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139667971600452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139667971600452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/alice-snow-white-cinderella-annette.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139654783459663</id><published>2006-06-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:22:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139654783459663?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139654783459663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139654783459663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/pinno.html' title='PINNO'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139650021264185</id><published>2006-06-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:36:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0208.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAR RIGHT- DOPEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139650021264185?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139650021264185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139650021264185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/far-right-dopey.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139643175951327</id><published>2006-06-27T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:20:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTY BOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139643175951327?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139643175951327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139643175951327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/betty-bop.html' title='BETTY BOP'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139636376980516</id><published>2006-06-27T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:19:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARKIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139636376980516?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139636376980516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139636376980516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/darkie.html' title='DARKIE'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139627875777595</id><published>2006-06-27T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:17:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARKIE TOOTHPASTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/10039480-115139627875777595?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139627875777595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139627875777595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/darkie-toothpaste.html' title='DARKIE TOOTHPASTE'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139613449602191</id><published>2006-06-27T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:43:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SUPERMAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139613449602191?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139613449602191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139613449602191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139620618005174</id><published>2006-06-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:40:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KEWPIE &amp;amp; FRIENDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139620618005174?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139620618005174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139620618005174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/kewpie-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139610627372866</id><published>2006-06-27T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:39:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ASTRO BOY&lt;br /&gt;damn fat last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139610627372866?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139610627372866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139610627372866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/astro-boy-damn-fat-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139605400340077</id><published>2006-06-27T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:39:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TIN TIN &amp;amp; BADDIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139605400340077?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139605400340077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139605400340077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/tin-tin-baddies.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115139598495669119</id><published>2006-06-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:36:52.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/2006_0624ToyMuseum0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/160/2006_0624ToyMuseum0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POPEYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115139598495669119?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139598495669119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115139598495669119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/popeye.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115117034759918191</id><published>2006-06-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:49:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE DOPEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;NA BEI PHOTOS, cannot upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;UPLOAD tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;YAY! Today was &lt;em&gt;FUNFUNFUN-FUN lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So proud of Renne to be able to make it for LaSelle. Happy for her seh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;After godzillion years, I finally met up with Renee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;So happy also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many more meetings with Renee. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;TOY FACTORY was so kiddy. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;DOPEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dopey-luck. HEES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would love to love you. You make me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115117034759918191?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115117034759918191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115117034759918191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-dopey.html' title='I LOVE DOPEY!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115116942475827827</id><published>2006-06-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:14:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOY FACTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0624ToyMuseum0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0624ToyMuseum0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0624ToyMuseum0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICKEY &amp;amp; MINNIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TOY MUSEUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: 26 Seah road&lt;br /&gt;Entry fee: 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love TOYS, you should go. If you dont, might as well not. Bcus, half of the toys exist in the 1980s? I dont even know who the hell they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115116942475827827?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115116942475827827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115116942475827827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/toy-factory.html' title='TOY FACTORY'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115105392765167261</id><published>2006-06-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:12:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttcheeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;End-term Tests are OVER!! LOL. Except for Physics &amp; Mathematics paper. But these two papers are just BULL-SHITS. So, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;This end-term examination just come at the wrong time. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;UFOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm feeling SO happy. I want to see you REAL SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, FRIDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;attention-seeker. Goodbye and get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent been handling the people I meet &amp; the friends I make well. Sometimes I question..Does the problem lies with Human A or me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I just seem to be finding faults and talking to my BEST-est[BEST FRIEND hor. Mia siao siao. =)] friend about it.And well, I find myself passing crude remarks at Human A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;(P/s: Human A does not refer to a particular someone. It refers to those of this KNS species.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Erm. Crude remarks. Of course, not calling them bitch or something. I'm not that mean though. Just "bitching" to my Bestest Friend about it. So shiok after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I havent been keeping quiet about it, like what the last-time-bev would do. Ha. Think I buay tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;And when that happens, I would stun myself from Human A. Automatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Then.. Friends -&gt; Strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I should teach myself to be faker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Spoiling a friendship is not very nice eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bevy, Bevy. Tsk.tsk.tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm still a very nice person. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YAY! 5pm! Food's here. My mama gave up on us and ordered home delivery for us. Every weekends. LOL. Save her the trouble of grocery-shopping. I think my mama's getting cuter each day. She always does and says weird stuff. Like, your fingers long liao hor? LOL. Fhoooo! MAKAN!&lt;/span&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/10039480-115105392765167261?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115105392765167261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115105392765167261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/buttcheeks.html' title='Buttcheeks.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115073690564520582</id><published>2006-06-19T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:56:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidney beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sighs. Biology, sure fail. Chemistry, sure fail. fark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anatomy test up next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so deprived of social life. Disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to miss Secondary School once more. CCAs, dumb-dumb programmes, lovely teachers. Sighs. kuku lecturers. eee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant wait for June to be over. July to be over. August to be over. September to be over. October to be over. November to be over. And, December to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday, no more. It's a lie if you tell me you'll be waiting for my Happy Birthday. Somehow, my instincts tell me not to text you Happy Birthday. Hah. Tat's so silly. I dont want to make anyone go mad about it. But still, I wish it was a Happy Birthday for you. Happy for you. =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115073690564520582?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115073690564520582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115073690564520582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/kidney-beans.html' title='Kidney beans'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115055967025222856</id><published>2006-06-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:54:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed for time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got to confess for not studying for end-term test. fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I jus pray I could scrape through everything and not re-module. Re-module for each subject is $800. FUCK. This school enjoys cheating our money. Buay tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hardgay, Hardgay.. I spent my entire afternoon watching Hard Gay on YouTube. Haa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fhoooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;21st June'06 my kuku-brained school organising FUNFAIR. Cheat our money again. Nevermind, I shall see to what extent it's FUN. YAY! Funfair with ChangJin! Fhooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fhooooooooo!!!! I pray-pray Black win soccer. She win, I jiu HO-SEH liao. Fhooooo! Soccer fever eh? HAHAH. Money, money, money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY. Should I, should I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115055967025222856?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115055967025222856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115055967025222856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/pressed-for-time.html' title='Pressed for time'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115044633207060512</id><published>2006-06-16T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:25:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hard Gay- Ramen Shop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/igC4bPDp6cU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/igC4bPDp6cU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115044633207060512?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115044633207060512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115044633207060512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/hard-gay-ramen-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115044657180001393</id><published>2006-06-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:24:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acne, acne go away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;School hasnt been any better than having ChangJin in the saame school as me!! And it's fucking great lah! Yay!! Bus rides together!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so happy, Shitto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARD GAY. Fhoooo!! ChangJin, I love him too!! Fooooo!!! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say, say, say! I want his toys too! His tees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE HARD GAY tee! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard his toys are selling for US$50 on Ebay. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Biology end term exam was ()*@(&amp;^$%$. I'm gonna fail. F-it. Fhooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, everyday in school is a H-A-P-P-Y day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Lemon Tree, Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YYYYYYY&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YYYY&lt;/span&gt;YYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;YYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fame, popularity &amp; money, and perhaps unique-ness, has drove certain indivduals into insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gosh..Girl, you're trying too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Your yearning has turned into Greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes I would convince myself that I would never be affected by anyone's words or critics. But somehow, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It does make me feel uneasy and... Just weird feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I would say of it as very "disturbing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And yes, lower my self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wished I could shoo you away from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop treating me like a mannequin and give me head-to-toes stares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel like I'm undergoing your top 10 "NO-NOs" dressing checklist marking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel weird okay, you littlebabikukunehnehchickennabei-faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let littlebabikukunehnehchickennabei-faced VANISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;BTW, I noticed certain people's clothes have got a very nice smell. Not fragrance. It's nice smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;nd my classmates said it's due to something called "Softener". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is it, is it?? I want nice nice smell too! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115044657180001393?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115044657180001393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115044657180001393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/acne-acne-go-away.html' title='Acne, acne go away!!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115039274033361550</id><published>2006-06-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:32:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretence - Your Middle Name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A letter to a Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My best-est friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe she's my best-est friend all along. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Best-est friend seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got a bad feeling about my End-Term examinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Squirt Oil. *psst, psst* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115039274033361550?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115039274033361550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115039274033361550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretence-your-middle-name.html' title='Pretence - Your Middle Name.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115012055796662942</id><published>2006-06-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:55:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promise to study tomorrow. Sighs. Where's my motivation?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biology is such a lullaby. Sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I walked to Boonkeng with kopi for fun.. Then, walk home. I wanted to buy strawberry cream cake one, you know. That hairy shit Kopi lah. Make me dont dare go in the Bakery. And I bought one Sunkist Orange Juice and one Peelfresh Orange Juice. WHAHAHAAHAHAHAH! Will tell you which taste better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I'm somewhat insane lah. Duh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Moulmein High 3 is BACK!! But change cast liao. What the ****...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Gundoo" hairstylar. I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115012055796662942?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115012055796662942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115012055796662942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-promise-to-study-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-115005708467228033</id><published>2006-06-12T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:18:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock till you Drop, TomatoHeads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Adult world"- I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was &lt;em&gt;whoo-lah-lah! Sweats, aches, grooves. Somehow, I dont really like it. Those eeky men. But still , I enjoyed. When the song "Hips dont lie" plays, I thought I'm gonna die from the high-ness. Whatever it is, I slept all the way till 5pm the nezt day. I'm dead tired I swear. And there goes my Super Sunday. I'm fuck guilty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lemon tree boy.&lt;/span&gt; What coincidences. I think he's cute. HEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's Supercalifragilisticexpialidoceous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck maplecreators&amp;"extreme"addicts.You can come smell my poo, nehnehpok-faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;She hogs onto the damn com and never gets enough. Diao. Big waste of time on kuku games. Maybe I dont understand. Yes, I dont. The game was like the whole world to you. And you're SO "devoted" to a game. How foolish, you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was once "addicted". But my addiction will never last for more than 6months. HAHAHA. My Da Chang Jin Addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I would think of you as my younger sister. Your thinking, your life..Even your temper. Fancy getting annoyed being nagged for playing your dumb game 24/7. C'mon, just shut the damn game and do something else can. Diao-ness. There's so much you would have achieved and be committed to at your age. Yet each day is spent meaningless stuffs. Like, GAMING. That's so GAY-ish. And of all things, you commit youself to a GAME? Gosh.. I just pray that one day..the damn game will just vanish. For God's sake, let the game VANISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, I miss my fucking dog. I'm gonna go orh-orh with the fattest dog in the entire galaxy. She listens. And I'm so proud of her. SHE's EXTREMELY CUTE LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-115005708467228033?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115005708467228033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/115005708467228033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-till-you-drop-tomatoheads.html' title='Rock till you Drop, TomatoHeads'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114983744483394982</id><published>2006-06-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:17:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study break = STUDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on an imprisonment for 1 week. Except for this coming SATURDAY and wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;End of term examinations. Great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For once, I made myself decline my mates's offer to the mall or chill-out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mates in poly are enjoying their shiok holidays.. And I've got to mug. So not fair. Hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. I've gotta finished by my biology coursework &amp; physics lab practical report today. WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beverly-Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO telly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO chill out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO shopping-mall-going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO nonsense-doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO excessive blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just muglikefuck, enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got to do well for my coming end-of-term exams commercring next FRIDAY. Corrections, I must do EXCEPTIONALLY WELL. Bcus my classmates are fcuking hardworking monsters. Or otherwise, smart ass who easily ace their exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My monsterous friends are probably up at 9am and have started their revision. But me?!! I wake up at 1pm and have got so many things else, except hw, to do. My monsterous mates dont have an addiction for Da Chang Jin and all other tv shows, but I do. 10pm-11pm goes to my favourite tv show - DA CHANG JIN. An hour taken away from studies. Sighs. I think its good to get some stress to wake me up. Pimple-outbreak.. My instinct tells me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This entire week has been fcuked-up. God knows what happened to my darn hp alarm. Of all times, it wouldnt wake me up at the time I'm supposed to get up for school. And yes, I was late for the entire week. Practically late for the first half session of morning lectures, or even worse the entire morning lecture. F-it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My classmate's 5 years old pooch just passed away SUDDENLY. And, it's freaking me out. If Kopi's ever gonna kick the bucket, I'll just kick mine too. LOL. Anyway, it's REALLY FREAKING ME OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm gonna love you, Saturday. HAHA. That's my mum's place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;SNAPS, SNAPS.. Beverly-sarah, please wake up and go start on your revision!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114983744483394982?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114983744483394982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114983744483394982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/study-break-study.html' title='Study break = STUDY'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114953468399108746</id><published>2006-06-06T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:11:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Plucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi, I'm Sarah and I loves to pluck flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cherry's attempt to plant those pretty flowers have failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thus, I made the second attempt. I looking forward to a beautiful garden. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today was hilarious.. To re-plant the entire plant, I've got to extract the plant and its root. So, I stretch my hands and hold firmly to the stem. Before I knew it, My shuttle bus has come. With the entire plant of my hand, I just ran to board the bus. Gosh, I actually ran... I hope Moulmein High boy didnt catch me doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realised I'm always the one doing nonsense with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I was much younger, I burn the green dustbin in the neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I press doorbells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Throw firecrackers into the bushes and it caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Throw lit up matchsticks into letter boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Write rubbish and mail to strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prank call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I throw idiots slippers down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I remove their pegs from their laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I play with candles at the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;urn lanterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I doodle on walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bringing pins and needles going around puncturing people's bicycle tyre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Calling people mad when I'm ever madder. (the lunatic duo in my block)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kope crystals from those cheena antique store. (They Stink!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ERM, throw stones at cats =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And, throw bomb-bags from 14th storey. WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So much for a wonderous childhood. It's great pleasure. But it wouldnt have been possible with my accomplices. I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, I pluck flowers. For myself and my friends. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All in the name of "Thrilll".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still a kid in the heart. The entire world have got to pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO DUMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114953468399108746?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114953468399108746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114953468399108746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/flower-plucker.html' title='Flower Plucker'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114953208766203028</id><published>2006-06-06T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:28:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballon Fest At Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I LOVE THIS BEST! Sexay Pillars. &lt;em&gt;Whoo-lah-lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0604BalloonFest0227.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0604BalloonFest0227.2.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I love this shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love this too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0604BalloonFest0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think this is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mel: Leaning on the pillar. Trembles. Close to peeing on pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BeverlySarah: Eh, Dont scare lah. I holding on to the pillar right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm just kidding. So FARNI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0604BalloonFest0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0604BalloonFest0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Melissa, I'm still hating you for lying to me! Ballon Fest... My foot! Choir performance lor. Cheat my feelings. Sad.. HAHAHAHA! Sentosa next time.. After my exams =Pppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114953208766203028?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114953208766203028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114953208766203028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/ballon-fest-at-sentosa_06.html' title='Ballon Fest At Sentosa'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114944452681027841</id><published>2006-06-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:08:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Festiival at Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bullshit! Balloon Festival??! Sighs. I'm CHEATED by MELISSA liarliar again. Yes, AGAIN..I dont care. I was so looking forward to grab tonnes of balloons on my hands. And cute balloon hats sitting on my puny brainass head. And POOF! What I've got? No balloons. nehneh! And Mel consoles me saying she'll make poodle balloons for me. That's not the point! I'm so sad. So sad. But still, I took several awesome photos. As in, AWESOME to me. HAHAHA. Yes, and I've got a new boyfriend- Marcus Lim. LOL. That's melissa's brother. I think he loves me for my nonsense. "Show me your love" song. &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;F-up pictures wouldnt load. F-it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My organiser is so packed, yet all I do is run out and do everything else but work. I've got a nutsy thinking up my puny brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay lah F-it. I gotta sleep NOW! I'm gonna be late for class AGAIN tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114944452681027841?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114944452681027841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114944452681027841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/balloon-festiival-at-sentosa.html' title='Balloon Festiival at Sentosa'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114935526254050894</id><published>2006-06-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:21:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, you can fuck off from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beverly, you're a Best Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help figuring out which shoes look cuter with which outfit? You're the girl to call. Friendships are top priority in your list of things to do — you check in regularly, hang out all the time, and you probably never get tired of your closest pals. So when someone is heading to the hair salon for a big cut, you'll go and hold their hand. Heck, you'll even pitch in for the dull stuff — like scary appointments to get braces. No matter what you and your friends are up to, you're in it for the long haul. Your specialty is putting the needs of others over your own. Best part is, your friends make sure to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/friendkind/result.jsp"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/friendkind/result.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA! I'm your BEST BUDDY! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm busy doing nothing today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, I went for my monthly date with my dentist. AND, I feel like shyt now. Everything's straight. But that bottom teeth wouldnt get straightened. Fuck lah. And I've put forward my date with the dentist to the last week of this month. Sigh. PAIN!! VERY PAIN! I'm superultra hungry, yet I couldnt bite. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sucker kopi broke my rainbow spectacle. Thanks so much, darling. Argh. I was merely lying on my bed resting for a minute. And I stupidly placed my spect beside me. And fatty kopi dashed over. Jumped over me, and ended on my rainbow spectacles. And it just broke the damn plastic. So, it's gonecase to rainbow. Sighs. Why did i bring a fat dog home?!! She damn fat sia. Now, I've got no spare spectacles. WTF. Gotta tie rubber band liao. LOL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9more days to ChangJin joining me! So HAPPY lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cant believe this. You're eek. Get away from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114935526254050894?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114935526254050894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114935526254050894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/tonight-you-can-fuck-off-from-me.html' title='Tonight, you can fuck off from me'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114916283532987097</id><published>2006-06-01T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:53:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moulmein boy was at gym today. Which is erm, directly opposite my class. Woot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys at gym wave back and show us their biceps. LOL! What tiny mousey you have.Eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of putting on that mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it really true that after hanging out with someone over a period of time, we would see their flaws? I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;In this world, the people I meet are categorized into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I can click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I can put up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I really detest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I can never be friends with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I cant hang out with individually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all 3946237842 people I meet, I guess only 2-3 ends up as my mate I really loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's wrong with me? Hahaha. What's wrong with you people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the people I can click would be only one type of people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Simple Perfect Ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;No excessive gossipping or bitching. Just enjoying each other's company bull-shitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;And people who I'll never be mates with would be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who bitch too much, talked too much, bear a mouthful of critics and bad-mouth ALOT. People who asks TOO MUCH. And of course, competitive ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont like their existence in my life. And most of the times, I do not reckon that they exist in this world and shut them from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, when &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt; I bitch with someone..I'll learn about the character of these people judging from what they bitch. Worst still, bitching about my own mates. Maybe I think too much. Hah. I cant bitch. I get influenced very easily. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;People I really detest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;BRAG QUEENS. Stuck up assholes. Plenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sighs. Thats why I'm such a loner all my life. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Giggles. Giggles. Giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Digging up my mama's closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114916283532987097?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114916283532987097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114916283532987097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/play-pretend.html' title='Play pretend'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114916008049693467</id><published>2006-06-01T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:29:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondue-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="ImageGrid" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/widgets/ImageGrid.swf" width="240" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/&amp;name=FONDUElove" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114916008049693467?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114916008049693467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114916008049693467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/fondue-love.html' title='Fondue-love'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114883055609011075</id><published>2006-05-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:30:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everytime we touch" song. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too sweet to be true.&lt;/span&gt; Fondue-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out for this entire weekend. And eventually, I only managed to type a few lines for my assignmentSSSS. So, I'm so dead and I can fuck these shit, spending my following weekdays rushing reports. So much for last minute work. So much left undone. Fuck, Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime we touch, I get this feeling. Mel, what's the next line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah Beverly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114883055609011075?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114883055609011075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114883055609011075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/everytime-we-touch-song-lol.html' title='&quot;Everytime we touch&quot; song. LOL.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114874290416943102</id><published>2006-05-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:15:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEVERLY Call me, Sarah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello, I'm Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all times, I forgot to charge my camy on my KOPIO darling BDAE! I'm so sad. SIGHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some cab drivers wouldnt drive my KOPIO. Scare my KOPIO pee &amp; poo in your cab huh. Dont like them. You kukunehnehs, whole life wont struck lottery I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bringing KOPIO out is such a chore. She cant walk by herself. She's F heavy. ROARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KOPIO dont like other dogs. She likes to scold them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KOPIO trimmed her nails. Her nehneh botak liao. So cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long haired chihuahua so tiny. I'm so tempted to bring another puppy home. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT SG SALES was nothing. So boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okays, Happy&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 2nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KOPIO&lt;/span&gt;! MWACK&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MWACK&lt;/span&gt;MWACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;watertank melissa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;          Everytime we meet, you'll leave early. When I ask to stay, you'd say No Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MEL: HAHAHA! I nvr knew I could write lyrics. LOL! Next time, esplanade ahemahem hor.. No more going home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114874290416943102?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114874290416943102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114874290416943102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/beverly-call-me-sarah.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;BEVERLY&lt;/strike&gt; Call me, Sarah.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114858770790962578</id><published>2006-05-26T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:08:28.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDAE PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KOPIO! Heh.&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:arial;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wished we were more than friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114858770790962578?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114858770790962578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114858770790962578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/bdae-party.html' title='BDAE PARTY'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114848328155564512</id><published>2006-05-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:08:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed, whatelse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tmr's is my last mid-term paper. I failed genetics. I'm very sad lah, NABEI! I cant fail, I CANT nehneh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I practically went nutsy yesterday. Like, lunatic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, stop pissing me off you faggots. I peeing at you I'm telling you. Right now, sucker. I'm gonna stuff poo into your eyeballs you nehneh. I'll scrap off your layers of epithelium tissues and scrap and scrap. ARGH! I'm very pissed by pissmeoff people. You abnormal fucker.ROARS. I want to slap your greasy face. I slap, slap, slap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 week without DA CHANG JIN. I'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont like school. I'm super depressed. It's killing me softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need a birthday wish now. Ha. Use Kopi's one. HEH HEH HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Happy belated B'DAE to EU NICE! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, TWO DAYS to my KOPIO's BDAE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So happy lah! HOHOHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114848328155564512?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114848328155564512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114848328155564512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressed-whatelse.html' title='Stressed, whatelse?'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114838501416323353</id><published>2006-05-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:50:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three more days to KOPI's b'dae! HEH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I slept 15hours last night. WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I saw Moulmein High guy after his 12days of MIA. &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My school loadsa lesbo. Ha. Darn loads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/MDISFOURSOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/MDISFOURSOME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Brina, Bev, Cherry, Shalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;A cockroach just ran  past and escaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I gotta do my essay now. BBB(ahem, mh.)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114838501416323353?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114838501416323353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114838501416323353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-more-days-to-kopis-bdae-heh.html' title='Three more days to KOPI&apos;s b&apos;dae! HEH!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114815332372321960</id><published>2006-05-21T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:28:43.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams, Go and Die.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I didnt finish studying for Genetics Test as promised. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I stayed up for 3hours, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;And, I completed 3/4 of Genetics Presentation, 1/4 of Anatomy Coursework 2. And bits of preparation work for Genetics test. I'm so dead. Somebody just kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. I'm off to bed and I wish I could die in my sleep so that I wont have to finish up anything assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Let me die, &lt;em&gt;Please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK THIS SHIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114815332372321960?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114815332372321960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114815332372321960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-dreams-go-and-die.html' title='Sweet dreams, Go and Die.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114813840331094040</id><published>2006-05-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:20:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm DEAD! SO DEAD! I hate to but i've got to.. ADMIT to not completing any of my work today. I read approximately 2chpts of Genetics. And guess what.. I took my stuffs &amp; the leash &amp;amp; off I go. Gaigai(walkwalk man!) with my dog. Today was a great stroll with Fatdog. HAHAHA. Dont reprimand me already!! I bet Cherry is and she'll kill me with her chantings on Monday. Gosh. Okay, there's a major distraction that's why. My inconsiderate pigu sis was laughing like mad with her diao friend. And it's damn loud. And their laughter were hilarious. Like, WTF lah. And the laughter forced my brain to stop functioning, and that's when I know I've gotta leave the house. DIAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back to Fatdog..HAHAHA. she very naughty. she like to smell pee &amp; poo. And, half of the time, I'm carrying her. Cus she cannot walk properly. And she stops to smell pee &amp; poo. and she's wasting my damn time looking at her smell pee &amp; poo. I suspect she's blind. AND, she's damn blardy heavy. that's all. I still love her. she's very cute. she've got 8 nipples. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoolala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School has been as horrid as usual. Except that I've finally know all my classmates. And I'm so happy lah. Next, I'm gonna get to know xxxxx, xxxx &amp; xx.... whakakaka. No lah. So sicked with canteen. PUKES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SIX MORE SEXY DAYS TO MY &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;KOPIO&lt;/span&gt;'S TWO YEARS OLD BIRTHDAY! which is like, next FRIDAY!!! Countdown, countdown. She's turning TWO! I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT IT! I'm gettin her a birthday cake, with candles of course. HAHAH! you wont understand why I'm so happy. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna start on my work NOW! I swear I'll finish studying for Genetics Test before I go to bed. And probably I'll only be in bed at 2am? Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; How does that sound, CHERRY! PLEASE dont nag at me!!! Melissa, I thought I would be stress-free without you around. But guess I'm wrong. LOL. Okay lah, I know it's for a good intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DX's birthday Tomorrow. For once, I remember my mate's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LUCY! Wish you, nian nian you jin ri whatever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[MULDER AND SCULLY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114813840331094040?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114813840331094040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114813840331094040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/party.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;PARTY&lt;/strike&gt;'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114794885062986064</id><published>2006-05-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:40:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingkongsaurous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;18th May 2006, Thursday, Sunny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Today, I had Biology mid-term test. The day before, I had Chemistry mid-term test. Well, I'm gonna flunk it like shit. I just pray hard that I can pass it. Fuckfuckfuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I've been hanging out a lot with kuku-brained cum pea-brained. Like, superduperultrasonic loads lar. canteen, toilet, classroom, wherever.Yah, my new friend. Ha. And it's madness. Like, duhz. Like, diao.. LOL. And blabbering nonsense with Bigbear. And my name ranges from kingkongsaurous to Smallbear. Yeah, back to square one- A Bear. Like, duh. HAHAH. Okay lar, everything has been crazy thats all. And with kuku-brained, we made friends with other kukubrained. Everyone is known as kukubrained to me. My new friends name are so kawaii la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Mickey. Tommy cum TangNi. Johnny. ZengZheng[BOY!] cum zhenzhen jiajia, jiajiazhengzheng. LOL.Okay lar. I've been super lame &amp; made kukubrains laugh like mad. If I'm not wrong, my class got one Sun &amp;amp; one Moon. weird weird one. BigBear tot my name was Beverly Khan. Like, diao lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Day 6 of not getting to see Moulmein High boy. Like, diao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Physics lab practical was gorgeous today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remember my lecturers was strong indian accent? Yeap, our class sorta complained him. And today, two "invigilators" came over to attend our lesson. Well, can tell that he's trying to teach la. Partially, it's our fault for not paying attention to his strong accent. So, we're pretty bad lar. You can never please everyone right. And we cant expect him to correct his indian accent for us right. Well, today was great! Love, Dr Anwar &amp; his BlingBling gold watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Sicked of puny canteen. Went Queensway Shopping Centre. Yo man! Kukubrained &amp; her Macdonalds. And, her Mc Spicy. Like, diao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna cut my hair liao. Big Hair. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;[La Bamba]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I go study le. MUACKMUACKMUACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114794885062986064?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114794885062986064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114794885062986064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/kingkongsaurous.html' title='Kingkongsaurous'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114768094893280198</id><published>2006-05-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:53:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of Lab reports &amp; Presentations</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="ImageGrid" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/widgets/ImageGrid.swf" width="240" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" flashvars="url=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/&amp;name=beverlykissB"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;15th May 2006, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Burn those kuku-nehneh lecture notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;School is nothing like shiok. I'm hating school &amp;amp; everything else related to it. Heavy books. Lab reports. Puny canteen. I'm bored with the school. Late nights rushing reports. Depriving me of social life &amp; nap time. No ATM. Moulmein High guy hasnt been to school. it's pissing me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okays. It's making me so mad, especially mid-term examination has begun. Shortly a month in school, MID-TERM TESTs!! Can you believe or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, today is a short day. One Genetics tutorial, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, MRT ride to &amp;amp; fro from school was horrid! Their grassland has grown into a forest. And it's peeking out of their sleeve. I feel like puking. LOL. Morning crowd was terrible. His briefcase is poking my butt. And when she flings her stinko hair, it slapped my face. EEk eeKK EEk! Plus, I'm never punctual for classes. KUKU shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time &amp; again, days after days, weekends after weekends, I'm opening &amp;amp; shutting the damn Powerpoint &amp; Microsoft Word. Tell me, tell me, when will I ever be free from typing reports after reports, essay after essay. Tell me, you kuku-brained! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, gotta do my darn reports &amp;amp; bibilography of this kuku researcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114768094893280198?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114768094893280198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114768094893280198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/enough-of-lab-reports-presentations.html' title='Enough of Lab reports &amp; Presentations'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114741177990309154</id><published>2006-05-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:29:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12th May 2006, Friday, Vesak Day, Sunny-side-up&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;Last night's gathering was SHIOK MAN! I'm so deprived of entertainment. Pool &amp; madness++++ arcade! The samurai game was so HEHEHE-Hilarious! DDR, mentos-grabbing &amp;amp; Daytona. HAHA. I want MADNESS!! I wanna jump, jump, jump! It's so nice to walk together as a BIG grp. LOL. Except for the boys wanting to play lan part.. Wah lau. I never knew their addiction for lan-gaming was so strong. Oh dear. ChangJin has a unique style. I call it, ex-convict style. Or maybe, ex-hougang chalet permanent resident style. His sexy moustache, tiny bag &amp; donkey-striped hair. LOL.I love it!&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;MORE GATHERINGs!!&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;Gotta finish up my lovely essays &amp; lab reports. NABEI BEI BEI BEI!!&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;When kopi barks, her centre portion hair will stand one. SO CUTE! Today pom pom for her. HOHOHO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114741177990309154?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114741177990309154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114741177990309154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/12th-may-2006-friday-vesak-day-sunny.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114725857255759988</id><published>2006-05-10T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:56:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another new friend found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE these, cus cannot see my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; WAH SEH. SNOW leh. I know this is STEWPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHA, BEV &amp; CHERRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/W5a00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/W5a00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10th May 2006, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out Superman's laptop has got a webcam attached to it. SO.. We took many photos in our lecture class. Share, share a bit show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I met new friend -DVD; Big Bear. YAY!&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;School was fcuking great today. Like, amazing &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. I kept playing with my new friend &amp; he's like so fun! And, I'm gonna play his laptop tomorrow during my 2hrs break. Racing man..Hurray! Okay, I practically learnt erm.. nothing much today. Because my mates kept yakking. Yakking about their boyfriends &amp;amp; cakes. I think I heard Muthu's Curry too. BOYFRIENDS! ROARS. Cheryl, wait till I get that Moulmein High guy.. I'll yak about my BOYFRIEND! &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;My school got one WAH PI KONG(dig nose) GUY. LOL. But I'm disgusted this time la. Cus, he touch his GF's hand after he WAH PI KONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;I so love Anatomy.&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;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DARLING SECONDARY SCHOOL MATES! Gathering is TOMORROW! Movies &amp;amp; Arcade. LOL. Arcade.. AND, AND, AND.. My term break in JULY. Guess you guys de term break is JUNE. NABEI! ANYWAY, find a weekend during JULY to go LIM CHOA KANG's GOAT FARM can or not? I want go see YANG MEH MEH...Steady okay???&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've taken action. I wrote a "peaceful treaty" to my CB neighbour. Typed-out. Well, I practically asked him to STOP DRILLING! Drill somemore and I'll hammer down your CB door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114725857255759988?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114725857255759988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114725857255759988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-new-friend-found.html' title='Another new friend found'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114699652312542708</id><published>2006-05-07T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:08:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7th May 2006, Sunday. MADNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Finally, a day off from school.Happy &lt;em&gt;lah&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;I've just finish up one of my MANY essays. YAY! &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;strike&gt;Genetic Testing Essay&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anatomy;Adipose Tissue Essay &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Partially complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anatomy Test &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bits &amp; pieces of revision done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm left with approximately 5hrs to complete my revision. Mission impossible. My brain is dried up man. During the weekends, my mind is constantly remindly me to revise my work &amp; do my essay. But practically, I'm holding my book &amp;amp; chips + ice-cream stoning in front of the telly. Haiya, I cant resist munching &amp; telly. FULL-STOP. And, and. I must watch the elections mah. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I read my Anatomy notes til I tear. ROARS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663300;"&gt;I'm so dead. Deadline is nxt Monday &amp; nxt wed respectively. So dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663300;"&gt;I've been busy feeding my printer with papers &amp; making them puke black &amp;amp; coloured juice onto my papers. Thanks to my dear school for printing only Black &amp; White lecture notes for me. C'mon la. All I see is a patch of black shit on my lecture notes man! Waste my time &amp;amp; money to print my notes AGAIN, IN COLOURS!&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;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want to do Veterinary science. I cant believe there's no Faculty of Veterinary science in Sg. Damn it. I cannot imagine myself as a chemist, biologist or researcher. This is so wrong! So damn wrong!STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can my fcuked-up neighbours SHUT THEIR ASS UP and speak softly! You're making my dog bark &amp;amp; bark you know.NABEI. Dont make me steal your undies okay. I throw all your slippers downstairs ah! Dont ever know what the fuck you guys are doing. Everyday also got weird people going to your place. Scully.. illegal brothel. HAHA. I must do something. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114699652312542708?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114699652312542708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114699652312542708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/madness_07.html' title='MADNESS'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114684460974576480</id><published>2006-05-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:56:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends! YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've taken the time to go to the mart with my mum. Okay, gathering was as usual. For once, I'm present. Still miss secondary school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think I saw something ghostly red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lab practical was BRILLIANT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Blog again. So busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mysterious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114684460974576480?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114684460974576480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114684460974576480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-yay.html' title='Weekends! YAY!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114675280710871896</id><published>2006-05-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:42:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung myself to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;School was MADNESS! I find myself back during the O levels preparation months. Abnormalities, insomnia, mood swings, crazy appetite.&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;Assignments, tests, reports. 2weeks deadline. You're killing me softly with your hw, those hw... LOL.&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;Okay. Everything single shit in school is getting on my nerves. Take note: Nerve Tissues. Strong india lecturer's accent. Unexplained lab practicals. Miscommunication. Black &amp; White notes. Worst still, black &amp;amp; white diagrams &amp; illustrations. Oh gosh, like that how to differentiate where is where.. One big patch of unknown black shit. How to see?! Stingy! &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;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If you continue to blabber what you're unsure about, people will doubt your credibility. It's okay to say you dont know. Sorry, but I'm doubting your words. Afterall, it all seems too good to be true. Like, diao.. I wouldnt say you're bull-shitting though. Have a limit. I'm not always so patient to entertain your bullshits. I'm kind enough to sit there &amp;amp; listen instead of questioning you with all my doubts okay. Later you pai seh only..C'mon, I'm NOT impressed la. Dont brag ley. People dont stick to you just because you tell fanastic stories. (I see your potential as a scriptwriter.) Show it if you're really oh-so-capable of what you said yourself to be. Your weekend driver? Yah right.. My foot. I got weekend ah-sam(maid), make-up artist, nanny, personal assistant &amp; bodyguards. You believe meh? DIAO. And, why weekend driver arh? Make it weekdays+weekends driver la. Not enought money pay for the wages huh. HAHAHA.&lt;/strike&gt; I should accept it. [edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not trying to be mean lar. But, I SO FUCKING DESPISED THIS KINDA OF BRAG-QUEENS. Lie &amp;amp; lie. Cock &amp;amp; cock. Crazy. Look down on you man. WTH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, I've had enough said. SHIOK!! Tomorrow I'm gonna hear more incredible tales. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114675280710871896?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114675280710871896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114675280710871896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/hung-myself-to-death.html' title='Hung myself to death'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114649881420393949</id><published>2006-05-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:53:34.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You bad-mouthed her, yet you befriended her. DIAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st May 2006 (Psst, heard the bells that ring at 12noon sharp? That spells the start of each month. AND, I love those bells.) Monday- LABOUR DAY (Double Pay Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wished I could exclaim! I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just didnt do my work, as expected. I asked BJ girl- Melissa out as usual. To the library though. BUT, today Labour Day arh. HEES. So i found myself very busy in the mall. Nothing's pretty. Pretty are expensive. Nett price items are making me so mad. I cant wait for Great Singapore Sales. I'm training to scan, grab &amp; pay for all the S-sized items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ Girl is very obsessed with DA CHANG JIN. I cannot stand her. She &amp; her Lee Young Ae rubbish. And Lady Han as well. SMS-ing me that she's upset that Lady Han's gonna die in this episode. MAD-NESS! Okay lar Mel. I enjoy boxing you. And pointing __ during our shots. Saturday huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, but I'm REALLY excited about the upcoming Partay. It's been a long time since I had much fun. I need a break. Even if it means hangover for nxt morning's lecture or dozing off during lectures. It means nothing. I cant resist. For other clubs, I dont give a damn. This club spells "FUN"!&lt;/span&gt; YAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114649881420393949?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114649881420393949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114649881420393949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-bad-mouthed-her-yet-you-befriended.html' title='You bad-mouthed her, yet you befriended her. DIAO.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114641254882581100</id><published>2006-04-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:55:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more slavery for Bevy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;30th April 2006, Sunday, Sunny I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last day of work at X:ODUSSY. I will miss IT. Colleagues, Tiny storeroom, money counting, irritating customers, stinky feets, dusty boxes, telephone call, stock check.. Sighs. I used up my last staff purchase in loving memory of X:ODUSSY&gt; Yah, I'm acting like a crazyaboutwork arse. Whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blog again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;SELFISH FUCKER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've to quit doing my essay just because you wanted to play Maple? I dont see the point cheebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114641254882581100?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114641254882581100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114641254882581100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-more-slavery-for-bevy.html' title='No more slavery for Bevy'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114632809187130048</id><published>2006-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:28:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to me, I cure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;29th April 2006, Saturday the SAT--THE--DAY!, [weather: no idea]&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in the mall- WORKING. Today was supposed to be the last day of my slavery. But I'm a very nice employee. So I promised to work tmr, for one of my colleagues is on MC. I'm very kind okay. I've got tonnes of assignments waiting for me. And I've got to read my notes beforehand okay. Otherwise, I'll learn shit from lectures. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, a kid fell off the(one seater sofa-you know what it's called?)laughing. Very funny. You should have seen the dramatic change of his facial expression. A minute ago, he was laughing till I couldnt see his eyes. Another minute, he laid flat on the floor crying. His mum asked him how he fell. I really felt like laughing thinking he fell off the chair laughing. Ha. Clumsy kid.&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 so glad it's a weekend. I'm hating the journey to school. Morning crowd. You piss me off kukus. FUCK! &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;Superficial- That's the word. I dont know what's wrong with me. But I'm pretty negative about everything. I just dont like pretence.&lt;em&gt; Those girls are pissing me off. Gu-Niangs! Whatever.&lt;/em&gt; No worries mates, I still love all of you. &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;Okay, time for bed. adieu.&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:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm feeling myself again. Those are not made for me. Happy for you, Beverly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114632809187130048?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114632809187130048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114632809187130048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-to-me-i-cure.html' title='Come to me, I cure.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114622610362140753</id><published>2006-04-28T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:08:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland, Holland, I LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Holland Village was a pretty place with pretty things. AND, PRETTY FOOD! Yes, pretty people. Now i know what is the 2hrs break is for. YAY!&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;My new classmate is on a strict diet. No laksa, no fats. Jogging. And it's making me guilty from all my gorging sessions. Oh, BLACK, I need you badly! Let's gorge man!&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;I dont like lectures. &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;Dental appointment today. YAY! Tighten, tighten. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was really painful. The dentist had one of his fingers in my mouth while he tightens with KINGKONG pliers. So, I clutched my teeth throughout the torment. After the pain goes away, I realised I was biting on to my dentist's finger. HAHAHAHA! Funny okay.&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;AW, my teeth is blardy pain from the tightening okay. PAIN.&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;DA CHANG JIN is my favourite show man!&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;WOW! Story-teller seh. I salute you. But please, spare my ears. Maybe it's the truth, BUT it's too good to be true. I'm not believing what's coming out from your mouth. Eekk.&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;Telly, telly! Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114622610362140753?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114622610362140753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114622610362140753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/holland-holland-i-love-you.html' title='Holland, Holland, I LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114587656742478244</id><published>2006-04-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:50:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red blood cells.</title><content type='html'>24th April 2006, Monday, Rainy &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel like screaming, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was jus another unlucky days I'm caught in the rain. And I felt like a na bei chee bye. (excuse me) But this indian lady made it all beautiful for me. I was standing in the shelter doing nothing, just like everyone else. Waiting for the rain to stop. I waited &amp;amp; waited, God knows for what. And about 10mins, a kind soul actually offered to shelter me over to the blocks. Aww. So sweet. And it was such a erm.. surprise? You dont expect people to share their brolly with you right. Cus everyone were like, "neh ni neh ni poo poo. Pathetic shit, lucky I got brolly. Byeeeee." And anyways, this lady sheltered me all the way to my block. And coincidentaly, she stays in the same block as me. Okay lar. No one understands.But tiny actions really means alot. Touched. Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Gym during break with my new mates. YAY YAY YAY! I didnt really worked out. Just practically tried out all the "muscle building machines" there. I'm afraid of biceps so I sticked to the running one la.(whatever it's called la CB.) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh. My Kopi honey started her menstruation. So sad can. No flurry lil shit pei me sleep. She sleeps in her "kennel" (newspapers la. And a doormat.) So lonely. Sayang so sad. HAIS. 10 days leh. Cannot run around also. poor shit. MUACKS! Okay, next month is her birthday. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures. STRESSED, The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You dont have to be pretty to do pretty things. Love you, UGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114587656742478244?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114587656742478244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114587656742478244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/red-blood-cells.html' title='Red blood cells.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114562654390102068</id><published>2006-04-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:35:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My new cheena classmate asked me,"Which part of China are you from?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diao&lt;/em&gt;.I never knew I looked like a cheena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My classmates are just &lt;em&gt;SOO&lt;/em&gt; cute. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cheryl, never tag my board. Yeah. Only 5th day of school and Cupid's arrows are flying all over. AND! I sat in between the lovebirds! Gotta wear many many sweaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think I'm a lil too noisy with my new mates. Ha. Ribena &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. Hai wo. High sugar content leads to me being hyperactive &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've also got my Orange, who snores loudly during Genetics lecture. HAHAHA. Everyone was laughing like mad can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have yet to make friends with ALL my classmates. Soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, I must revise now le huh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUACKSMUACKSMUACkS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114562654390102068?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114562654390102068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114562654390102068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/doctor-love_21.html' title='Doctor Love'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114545389224685570</id><published>2006-04-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:38:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lessons were nothing like easy. TOUGH! I nearly went berserk. Sighs. Staying focus is really difficult. Slides after slides. Theories after theories. In addition, my lecturer's strong india accent. If i'm not wrong, I've got 6 lecturers. Of all sexy ones, 4 hot ones carried this accent. Without paying ample attention, you would have thought that you were attending an indian class. This is not an insult, of course. But it's really hard to understand mah. SIGHS. The lecture notes are already driving me crazy, yet I've got to put in EXTRA effort to understand what my lecturer's saying. SIGHS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay. No photos yet, bcus my school mates might probably think I'm krazy snapping away. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've just got my LAB COAT! Show u guys. XS still so Hippopotamus BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0419FUJI0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0419FUJI0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You see that kaypoh chee Kopi. People take picture, she also wants to tag along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0419FUJI0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0419FUJI0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just found out that there's ECA. I'm prolly joining Journal Club. Not Journalist. Erm, Science Club? No idea why it's called Journal Club. Should have called it- Ultimate Mad Scientist Club. No lar. Hees. Not nerdy hor. Gonna be fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Potential Doctor okay. Yahyahyah. Doctor's leg hair jiu have. Hees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I must watch telly now. Then, revise abit. HEN NAN LEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAY YAY YAY! You boys are sexay. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Visual Perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114545389224685570?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114545389224685570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114545389224685570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/doctor-love.html' title='Doctor Love'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114535610506948509</id><published>2006-04-18T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:27:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm UPSET, NO MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY! So &lt;strike&gt;A-P-P-L-E&lt;/strike&gt; H-A-P-P-Y! Because I made 3 new friends!! All normal ones. HEH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shirlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beverly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YAY!!! Many many YAYs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;More new friends to come. Happy &lt;em&gt;LEH! O-LEH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Maths was so &lt;em&gt;DIAO&lt;/em&gt; today. FRACTIONS! So I spent 1/4 of the time drawing my PRETTAY name on my thickthick( hui ya si ren de shu! Ni neh-neh! ) books on the front cover. Of course, I did my assignments as well. I'm a changed person. I procastinate NO MORE! Hees. I'm BERRY HAPPY! Oh, the indian dudes in my class very &lt;em&gt;shuai de leh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Okay. I sat train with my 2 new friends home. HAPPY! Sat shuttle bus together also! HEEs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Anatomy &amp;amp; Chemistry tomor-row!! Really very tough&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! *pulls my hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I felt that 6months is really a very short period of time! Too short a time to know my dear new mates well enough. Sighs. ANYWAY! I LOVE SCHOOL! Every bit of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My new friend has yet to see the canteen scene. (outnumbered scene) SO YAY! Tomorrow we'll experience it together! YAY! So, I might be too busy talking with my friends to take photos to show u guys. HAHA. Okay lar. I stop hao lian-ing my new friends &lt;em&gt;liao okay? &lt;/em&gt;I very happy &lt;em&gt;siah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know you think I'm siao. Cannot huh. YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See my new mates tommor-ROW! HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; *Dance with pom pom* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHUT UP LAR!&lt;/span&gt; HEEs!&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/10039480-114535610506948509?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114535610506948509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114535610506948509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-upset-no-more.html' title='I&apos;m UPSET, NO MORE!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114527253886381680</id><published>2006-04-17T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:20:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont like it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dont like school! I dont like school! I DONT LIKE SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's all I want to say about my first day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm taking photos of break time at canteen to show u guys. Sighs. The ratio of foreigners is to Singaporeans is like.. 2 : 1. SIGHS. Maybe I'm not used to it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KIRA TOMATO!!&lt;/span&gt; Come join me quick! Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe I'll get a cheena BF soon. I saw this vietnam guy. SOOO SEXAY! Ha. Haiya. I'm still very sad okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm sad. I'm angry. I'm upset.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm trying to be happy about all thease shit okay. BUT.. My 2hrs break was really BORING! I wandered around and spent 20mins to find that shitarse canteen. I ate. I went to the library in search of story books. And there were only reference books like, biomedical &amp; business management. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIAO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not even a photography book. FINE. So I bought a drink from the vending machine.. and sit on the bench. Yes, ALONE! I'm very sad okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lectures weren't any better. It's really tough. The lecturer &amp;amp; their medical terms. SO DIFFICULT. Okay. And my classmates.. Well, many were foreigners and they've got their own "tong xiang", probably because they stay in the same hostel. So, it's really hard to wanna make a friend. And our age gap varies from 16 to 22 yrs old? Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did I mention I'm gotta get a LAB COAT?! That's like so cool! HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, school is really boring. I've got nothing else to say , other than BORING! I think it's gonna get better. Kira Oh Kira, see ya in June! Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114527253886381680?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114527253886381680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114527253886381680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-like-it.html' title='dont like it!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114494496878977837</id><published>2006-04-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:16:08.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm quitting my slave job soon, because my classes are 9am-5pm. Sighs. Goodbye to colleagues, goodbye to money. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot recently. Like, loads. Bcus insomnia hits me again. And I play Monopoly on my phone before i go to bed every night. Yahyahyah. Anyway, life has been really pessimistic for me. And for a moment, I couldnt make up my mind on what to spend with my salary. Sighs. I've grown greedy. LOL. Okay, that's not the point. Well, I just felt that I've changed to be an extravagant. Very bad change! I must change. I should start living on buns &amp; 3 for $10 undies. Ha. Yahyahyah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;School is starting for many. And I'm so happy for my friends who made new friends. ESPECIALLY, BLACK! She comes online and annoyed me with her "Promethens simply rocks my socks!!!!! Go Methens Go Methens Go Methens." MSN nick. I'm so angry lor. BECAUSE I'VE YET TO MAKE ANY NEW FRIENDS LOR. So sad you know. Becus I'm NewFriends-less, while my dear fren out there got so many friends. *blows my nose* And hao lian to me her new friendSSSSSSS somemore. *grab for more napkins. SOB.*  Though, she's kind enough to wanna introduce her new male friend to me. SIGHS. And soon they'll leave me one by one. *wipes my tear* And soon.. soon.. No one will laugh with me and go nutsy with me. *BAHHHHHHH.. * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay lar. I'll get my new friends real soon. With a condition that I look sociable on that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be my "last reunion" with my old school-mates before we all go our seperate ways. Sighs. Kite-flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh heavenly shit! I miss my Da Chang Jin liao lah! ARGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIGHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114494496878977837?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114494496878977837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114494496878977837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-quitting-my-slave-job-soon-because.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114459659140580545</id><published>2006-04-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:29:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Rural Females</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gosh, it's happening again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;3weeks more to next dental appointment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114459659140580545?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114459659140580545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114459659140580545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-rural-females.html' title='Old Rural Females'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114451854052507938</id><published>2006-04-09T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:49:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afghan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps it's just pre-school anxiety. Not exactly, though. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had a good laughing session with aunty susie. She says the lamest &amp; funniest things in a mixture of Hokkien+Cantonese+English+Chinese. And her mighty morphine- WAH PIANG EH, can make me fall off the chair. I told her I dont eat sour prunes bcus I always thought of it as shit. Then she replied saying, if that's the case, chocolate ice cream would be more shit-ty. Ha. Yah, not funny. I'm pretty happy. She's a very cunning person. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MH, Auntie susie went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Emerald to buy Kway Chap for me. LOL. Finally. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever since the course, the whole team seems to bond better. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh.. The Bus 65 driver actually greets the passengers- "Zhao An". Hmm. World is changing.  Ha. Of course, I meant it as a compliment. Really nice driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs. I must sleep now. I just finished my essay. &lt;lullaby&gt;DNA, GENES, Chromosomes, Human&lt;/lullaby&gt; Wah seh. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wanna go to the wonderous places you told me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Drifted apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I always knew that I'm never lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I found that I'm growing to be less happy as I grow up. I cant HAHAHA as easy as before.  Aunty Susie tells me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;CTRL+ALT+DEL. End Task. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114451854052507938?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114451854052507938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114451854052507938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/afghan.html' title='Afghan'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114443116872718877</id><published>2006-04-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:32:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Genome project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's the topic of the essay I gotta write as part of my enrolment requirement. &lt;em&gt;Diao.&lt;/em&gt; Even before my term starts, I've gotta do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A portion of what I've read on. It's pretty interesting actually. Well, linking from DNAs of humans to how they research to diagnose, treat or prevent disorders that affects us. Human biology and all that shits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some current and potential applications of genome research include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Molecular medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Energy sources and environmental applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Risk assessment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Bioarchaeology, anthropology, evolution, and human migration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;DNA forensics (identification)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Agriculture, livestock breeding, and bioprocessing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's official that I'm gonna study in UniCampus. I'm proud of it okay. Not proud &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;, but not ashamed. I'm not giving a damn to people depising me or thinking that I'm plain dumb just bcus I'm schooling in a &lt;em&gt;private&lt;/em&gt;. And not a poly, like everyone else. Not that I'm overreacting. But It's gonna happen, I bet. I'm not stew-pid okay. I score a sexay. Not some 40 over points. Well, It's actually at Stirling Road, and not the one in Dhoby Ghaut. Sighs. I'll nvr be able to escape long travelling hours&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And..and...and!! It's only a 6months course. Great or what?! Ha. So, my term officially ends in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've got loads of NP course withdrawal to do. What a chore! *&amp;^%$#%^$!^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10th- Orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17th- Term starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yah. LONELY. I'm not even sure who I'm gonna meet.  Richies. Ha. Not even sure if I'm gonna meet &amp; know friends. All bcus, I'm &lt;em&gt;so cool&lt;/em&gt;. Yahyahyah. I dont know how to make friends. Dont know how to. &lt;em&gt;Teach me lar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I attended [Gems] customer service course. It was BRILLIANT! Love it. I got to know about the major upcoming events WOW-ing S'pore. It's gonna change me in one way or another. It' s a lot about the mindset, when it comes to the service industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All it takes is 5minutes with yourself. Talking to yourself. I thought I was abnormal. Well, the speaker of that course does that too. He's worst. 5minutes everyday, without fail. I take 30mins before I fall into my beauty sleep, whenever I cant get to sleep. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;ing the colour- BLUE. Blue da-bur-di-da-bur-dar. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114443116872718877?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114443116872718877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114443116872718877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-genome-project.html' title='Human Genome project'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114413750442988022</id><published>2006-04-04T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:58:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choo-choo train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's official that term starts on the 17th april for me. This means no more slaving. And of course, no more extravagances. Not that I've been spurgling madly. Ugh.. This just means I would be as broke as ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dont ever know where I spend my salary on. They just finished up by themselves. I need to go rob. Melissa first, MingHui second, Dingxuan third, Eunice Fourth. Should be enough. Black, I let you be my accomplice lar okay? Since, you're retrenched since Jan. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I cant wait for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's raining, It's pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm flabby annoyed by customer's complaints! And I can take it no more. I'm getting my lens done real soon, so that they wouldnt think I'm "staring" at them when I squint my eyes. I want to slap them. mumblesmumbles. I'm afraid I would miss work. My freecell khaki, the havoc aunty &amp; the tiny people from x:odussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish, i wish everything would be smooth-sailing. Bcus you've disappointed me, I'm having doubts about you now. You, you, you used to be my hero. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Junior school sweethearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114413750442988022?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114413750442988022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114413750442988022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/choo-choo-train.html' title='choo-choo train'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114391331467319047</id><published>2006-04-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:41:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Beverly. Ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My "emo" season isnt over. There's just something wrong. I just need to release my frustrations that's all. I need to slaughter a cat, that's all. Ha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Work was pretty sexay. Ha. I've learnt from my dear Mh. Not to be so "dao", and to say "no problem!" when they've tried 746578436pairs of shoes.And SMILE! So not me! I acted so much today can! Eek. Thank You! *smiles* ByeBye! *smiles* See you! *smiles* No problem! Heads towards the storeroom and says Nabei! I really cant stand them. But I guess today is not that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanna take off on Monday, so that I can watch "So you think you can dance?" HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally, my OFF-day tmr. I promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To bring my darlingkopi go GAIGAI. Ha. Kopi has been so lonely since my Os. And now that I'm working, I've never got enough time for her. I'm not feeling good. Sighs. She's turning 2 soon. Yet, I've never had enough of her. I'm missin her. Yahyahyah. I'm crazy. But she's really very adorable, lovable and all the -ables. Sighs. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So looking forward to her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's such a great feeling to talk about your primary school life with your then best bud. Love. I miss project-works. And behind-the-scenes of our final product- going to each others hse and playing with glue &amp; plasticine. HAHA. Miss it. We were once so close, but ever since we've drifted apart. It seems like we're strangers to each other. Really miss my pri sch dwarfy buds. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm Druma Queen. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://barbie.everythinggirl.com/"&gt;http://barbie.everythinggirl.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They've cheered me UP! They're &lt;em&gt;SO SO SO PRET&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbiecollector.com/showcase/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.barbiecollector.com/showcase/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always loved Barbie Dolls and I still love them so, especially their collectibles series. &lt;em&gt;Whoolala!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! I've finally typed out a **** letter. I never knew it felt this great. HAHAHA. Love it! &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/10039480-114391331467319047?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114391331467319047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114391331467319047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/04/barbie-beverly-ha.html' title='Barbie Beverly. Ha.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114365843575448307</id><published>2006-03-30T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:53:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For this entry is meant for myself to read. Ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess this is a &lt;strike&gt;monthly&lt;/strike&gt; once every 3 or 4 months affair when I get superultra emotional/guilty/upset with everything that happened over the past few months. And indulge in a song for hours and feel like shit. And it's Worn Me Down right now. Love it. Just because I'm born this way and I love &lt;strike&gt;talking to myself&lt;/strike&gt; a time for myself &amp; myself.And I've never got a soul-mate, which I doubt I'll get any all my life.Ha. So dumb. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worn me down like a road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did everything you told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worn me down to my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did everything to please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do wish I could pour out everything like everyone else does. Call up someone and grumbles non-stop, to curse &amp; swear and go to bed. But,it's pretty hard to, as I've sealed my lips after my failed friendship in primary school. It's a phobia, i guess. You dont understand because I'm slightly different.Ha. And I know no one listens. I understand. Who will want listen to your sorrows? dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it's the time now for me to release my collections of worries/sadness/upsetupsetupset-ness. Plenty. SADSADSAD.Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm pretty troubled over the abnormal plans ahead for me- school. This means drifting apart from all my friends. It's gonna be different. Very different. Perhaps we wont even be play-mates, just once-friends kinda thing. It's hard. It's so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need not say much about work. I felt like strangling my customers already. Close to throwing them off the handrails, down to the HR's miniature foundation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Gone, she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;How would you feel about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sighs. I think this is pretty good. self-reflection/self-awareness- good for me. Sometimes I felt I'm being pulled to become like the ones following the queue to ugly-lies-&amp;-realities life. Hmm, being fake and everything. You just lose your virtues because you got carried away with..your desires to get whatever you want. Fame, money, friends. Yah. Ha. You dont understand. I just dont feel like it, doing something just because others are doing so and it's so unlike of me. You just dont understand. Sometimes I just feel myself doing what I shouldnt have done. Like, buying that kuku dress. Love it still. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I stand in an audience's stand seeing someone changing into someone else they probably idolised or some kind, I'm pretty disappointed???. Perhaps because they've lost the originity in them, my neverfoundagain friend I used to have. Many are changing. So am I. Is that called "growing up"? Ha. I almost forgot I'm still growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm changing to be.. like the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every man for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe in this. Ha. I would be dumb to think someone will love me more than I love myself. Sighs. When fake-ness comes in, it's a total PUT OFF! I so damn hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're wrong, you're wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not overreacting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something is off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't we ever believe ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I, oh, I feel that word for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will, because you've worn me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I will because you have worn me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you ever feel all alone at the end of the day? Yes, I do. I'm being honest. Ha. And everything seems like a show i had put up with. Sighs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont like your ugly lies. AW-ful. I'm tired of putting up with all these "shows". I need something real, simple, no fakeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess I probably need to be alone before I ready for these shows again. School is starting for everyone soon. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;I love that smile of yours. Not because it's pretty, but it's because it's "real". I like you as my friend. Not because you're popular, but it's because you're no actress. I like being with you. Not because you are fun, but it's because... this i dont know. I just feel myself being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Afterall, many friends do make up for one soul-mate, i guess. Different friends, different roles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You dont understand. Probably there's something wrong with me. Too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really love this song. Worn me Down. LOVE.&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/10039480-114365843575448307?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114365843575448307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114365843575448307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-this-entry-is-meant-for-myself-to.html' title='For this entry is meant for myself to read. Ha.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114365102873570148</id><published>2006-03-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:50:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Be Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could take you away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretend I was queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you think I'm unreal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything...Everything's falling, and I am included in that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how I try to be just okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, but all I ever really wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was a little piece of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=0000031999/mnum=0000285793/genr=1/tkdt=B0P0R1T0/cstr=15047115=_442ab8d9,5348398131,31999^285793,1_/bnum=15047115" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://servedby.advertising.com/click/site=31999/bnum=15047115" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just stay the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to be your love for realI want to be your love, love, love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I think I love it. LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many a times, I find myself answering to the questions that I've asked. Love it or what? Hate this shit.&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/10039480-114365102873570148?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114365102873570148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114365102873570148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-be-your-love.html' title='Be Be Your Love'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114356092844577144</id><published>2006-03-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:48:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not likin my job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you not try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you not ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you not "see"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you just browse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you just try a pair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you not hesitate for so long just for a pair of $22.10 shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you not "try for fun"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you not ask your bf whether to purchase it or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm puking at the sight of shoes right now. I would never do retail ever again! Never, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First month- sweet. Second month- bland. Third month- Eeek, Yuck, Argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yah, yah, yah. Customers are ALWAYS right. Even when they try 67758639 pairs of shoes without buying. Even when they just try with no intention to buy. Worst still, I cant even grumble. Hate it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm there as a sales assistant, not a slave. To assist you, not to serve you like a queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some girls are real bimbos and dummies. They obediently listened to their "darlings" when they ask them not to get those shoes. Are you kuku-brained? STEW-PID! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nice customers do exist, though. But I'm ignoring their presence because all these mean customers are pissing me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm gotta sleep RIGHT NOW because I'm working a FULL-shift tmr. I'm very grumpy, really grumpy.. EXTREMELY GRUMPY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114356092844577144?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114356092844577144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114356092844577144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-likin-my-job.html' title='I&apos;m not likin my job.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114304591737149505</id><published>2006-03-22T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:45:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BO GAY-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think my dentist is a &lt;em&gt;real sweetie. I just L-O-V-E him. &lt;/em&gt;I just went for my 2nd round of teeth-plucking session today. 2 teeth-less. No pain, no gain. I want a beautiful smile. If my dentist doesnt gives me what I want, I'm gonna screw him. Ha. He's real nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm really pathetic and there's no one to accompany me, I couldnt tell the cabby driver the location of my place with my mouth stuffed with blood-stained cotton balls... I typed my address in my phone and flashed it to the cabby driver. The cabby driver then took my phone and replied with a chuckle. The driver prolly thinks I'm mute. Ha. It's pretty embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's pretty terrible having to bleed for another 2 hrs. So, I took my nap. And about 1hr later I woke up to change my blood-stained cotton balls, I realised that i bit on my own lips together with the cotton balls, when i looked into the mirror. My lower lips were frigging numb after 6 jabs of anesthetic. And I felt like I've got hotdog lips. HA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5weeks more to next dental appointment. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114304591737149505?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114304591737149505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114304591737149505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-bo-gay-ness.html' title='My BO GAY-ness'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114287850877805370</id><published>2006-03-21T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:15:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont get these in underaged parties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0320FUJI0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0320FUJI0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's sexy. "He/She" is hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner &amp; dance was a party meant for adults. It was not just dancing under the disco lights &amp;amp; chilling out. It's... sexy dance, alcohol, cirgarettes, sexual actions, kissing, hugging, "rubbing", dirty words, dirty games,dirty dance &amp; dirty men. And.. transexual/transversite. (spelling?) Performances are meant to be entertainment for dirty men. And men just get sexually aroused and sprout nonsense. Get drunk and their post-clubbing party round 2 begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, it was too much for me as an underaged. It wasnt that "cool" as it seemed afterall. I couldnt accept it either. I guess "clubbing" are for big bosses to socialise &amp;amp; dirty men to get flesh. Giving a peck on different women's cheeks/lips seems like nothing. No commitments, nothing. I'm just disappointed in men. Yes, I learning things as i grow up. Sighs. I just got to adapt to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everything was still fine while they were still sober. This man touched numberous boobies tonight, including the transexual ones. HAHA. Lucky one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But still, dinner &amp; dance was pretty fun though. Yes, Dinner-and-Dance. The only decent programmes. Those yucky drag shows made me laugh throughout the programme though. Lucky dx got a kiss. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0320FUJI0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0320FUJI0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you're lucky, you'll spot something. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0320FUJI0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0320FUJI0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm frightened of him/her. He makes me wanna puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. Work still resumes tomorrow. My hair stinks of cirgarettes smell. Eek. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0320FUJI0091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0320FUJI0091.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Alibaba &amp;amp; Chun Li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I bought a toaster home. I nearly won a home threatre set. fuckit. Yes, I'm just so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight was L-O-V-E! Night folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114287850877805370?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114287850877805370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114287850877805370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-dont-get-these-in-underaged.html' title='You dont get these in underaged parties.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114278462888997700</id><published>2006-03-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:55:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShangHai Tang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yay! D&amp;D tomorrow! DANCE,DANCE,DANCE!" HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yuck. You actually wore Outfitters tee to club at your underage party? What were you thinking? Shame on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's will be fun! I dont care. More fun than yours. Er xin gui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. I dont feel like blogging. I'm gonna paint my PRET-test&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nails right NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I very &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I very &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rouge, trishaw &amp;amp; cheena fans. &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/10039480-114278462888997700?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114278462888997700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114278462888997700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/shanghai-tang.html' title='ShangHai Tang'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114251944294769087</id><published>2006-03-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:42:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont like that school I'm enrolled to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/320/scan.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My passport-sized photo. HAHAHA. My mama says she does not look like me. Yahyahyah. Before I went for my shot, I flashed my shinyshimmery Bracey smile to my mama. Guess what she says? She said that my mouth is v big. ARSE. Then, she asked me not to show my bracey. And I looked like a very blanked look dummy. And she says," Lidat can lor." DOTS.I posed for two shots. One revealing my Bracey, one not revealing. The Bracey one turneed out nicer. Yes, I smiled revealing my shimmery Bracey. HAHA. I've had a hard time preparing for this dummy shots. My brows. My Blingbling teeth. HAHA. Anyway, I took it right after I woke up from my afternoon nap. Is it PRET or not? Not too bad right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I allowed my mama to cut my hair. I just cant resist trimming it short. It's an addiction. I wanted to do BOB. But I permed my hair curly. So, it turned out a lil Ashlee simpson. HAHAHA. Not as nice, of course. Not blond too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/AshleeSimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/AshleeSimpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;It's 16th March,a very disgusting day. It's about underaged kiddos going "clubbing" and thinks they're oh-so-cool. I just dont understand what they're proud of. Yuck. Afterall, it's an underaged party for kiddos, who're deprived of the "IN-est" thing among them - CLUBBING/CHIONG-ing. No alcohol, nothing. Just dancing under the disco ball makes them so HIGH. Furthermore, taking photos in front of the dancing crowd as evidence that they've clubbed. Eeyer. Yah, I cant deny the fact that parties is hell fun. I love fooling around with my playmates too. But, can you not brag?? Gosh... It's only an "underaged" party for immatures. Extreme party goers must have been disgusted and avoided this particular club on this very unfortunate day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs. Enrollment preparations is just pissing me OFF! ROARS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114251944294769087?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114251944294769087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114251944294769087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-like-that-school-im-enrolled-to.html' title='I dont like that school I&apos;m enrolled to.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114244413118958582</id><published>2006-03-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:35:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th APRIL I'll meet new class-mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I not go to school, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having mixed feelings about being back-to-school. Sighs. I've been busy earning big bucks that I haven't enjoyed myself. Yes, D&amp;D on the 20th Mar. I promise to go NUT-sy. I dont care. Before school starts, I'm going for a full body massage, foot reflexology &amp;amp; facial. Join me. Work has really tortured me. Standing an average of 6-8hrs a day has made my legs be  full of complaints. My limps aint feeling any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BIGSighs. "Fashion-show" in Poly is gonna drive me crazy. Walking from lecture hall to canteen would be a runway walk. Sighs. I'm starting my collections of unique-unique &amp; more uniques right now. A cycle of copycopy&amp;amp;copy...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A big question mark to making new friends. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I havent got over the tremor of examinations. Horrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pre-enrollment preparations is a big waste of my time. Packages after packages. Then comes catalogues. Sighs. I wished someone would settle everything for me. MA FAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orientation Camp. HAHAHAHA. If Dx's appeal is unsuccessful, then it's the start of our nutsy businesses. The Charlies Angel + BOBOCHACHA. So glad to have MH the lameshit (aka MissyLim) as schoolmates. HAHAHA. It's a promise to meet for lunch break okay. HAHA. Then maybe we can go swimming after class. Yahyahyah. I think school would be fun with our old gang. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Passport-sized photo. HAHA. I must take the PRET-tiest passport sized photo. Gotta settle my bushy ones tmr. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 7days work consecutively has ended. Yes, tiring. Okay. I gotta do my bracy-business &amp; sleep now. Nights folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So sad to be separated from our boy-gang. I'm gonna miss out their girls-ogling sessions. SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114244413118958582?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114244413118958582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114244413118958582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/24th-april-ill-meet-new-class-mates.html' title='24th APRIL I&apos;ll meet new class-mates'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114235429333458678</id><published>2006-03-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:38:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole-not-very-rich-actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yippee! Payday is tomorrow! I just cant wait! I think it's gonna be very little. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just received my enrolment package this morning. I guess I missed my books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I cant wait to make new friends. Maybe i should get a dumbygeek as my closest pal and influence him/her all the bad stuffs. LOL. Nahs. I'm determined to be a diligent student. With my smartarse face, everyone will think I'm pretty smart. HAHA. I shall be the lecturer's pet. Yahyahyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually, entering poly is a great opportunity to make a change to yourself. Like, if you've been a sucker in your sec sch, it's the right time to become a saint now. Tell me, tell me. What's your IMAGE for poly? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Braceybevy: Hella, I'm Nicole Richest. New here? LOL.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NewFriend: Oh, hello. I'm Mimi. Yah, I'm new here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BraceyBevy: Eh, my braces nice or not arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear mates(dxmheujuved &amp;amp; the boygang), lets meet up one week before school starts for everyone okay? Sighs. So sad. Dont miss me yah? Make it a point to make once every 3months. Hais. I really miss my class-mates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114235429333458678?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114235429333458678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114235429333458678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/nicole-not-very-rich-actually.html' title='Nicole-not-very-rich-actually'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114217627288185271</id><published>2006-03-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:11:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliment me and I'll fly up HIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've never met one, who's so generous with her compliments. Gosh. Out of nowhere... But I'm just glad. HOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fabulous day working at Heeren. I discussed loads about braces with my fellow bracey colleague. Her turquoise bands are Beautiful. I'll get them on my teeth in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I must spend some time on my bracey teeth before I go drool now.  I'm superduperultra worn off from work. It's 4days straight till now. 3more days to go before my off day. *pats on my shoulder* KNNB! That's all folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PRET---Pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm Nicole Rich-est this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114217627288185271?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114217627288185271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114217627288185271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/compliment-me-and-ill-fly-up-high.html' title='Compliment me and I&apos;ll fly up HIGH'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114192489441921237</id><published>2006-03-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:21:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play-mates. I'm never wrong with this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Realities are just so absurd. So gross. It just disgusts me. For I'm meeting strange people all my life, facing their&lt;em&gt; strange behaviours&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's a major disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kopi, kopi. How nice will it be if you could speak. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114192489441921237?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114192489441921237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114192489441921237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/play-mates-im-never-wrong-with-this.html' title='Play-mates. I&apos;m never wrong with this.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114179751844707043</id><published>2006-03-08T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:58:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wished for is to chew on chicken drumstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs. I'm very hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I couldnt resist biting on nuggets so I ate two. And I spent almost 1/2 hrs to finish that two pathetic nuggets. And I couldnt resist supper too. So, I ate maggi. And I choked on them several times shallowing them. Sighs. Having braces is really a good way to diet. I got pissed off &amp; tired out shallowing that I didnt wanted to eat anymore. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm brushing as much as I eat. Gargling as much as I drink water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should have got dentures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But still.. I'm loving Bracey. My first step to perfect teeth. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm trying to accept my posting for now. Prolly I wouldnt get into that course I appealed for. Sighs. Posting is based on merit &amp; not interest. What an arse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Met up with my mates. Sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;crapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;monkey businesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;names calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;teasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PAST TENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114179751844707043?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114179751844707043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114179751844707043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-i-wished-for-is-to-chew-on-chicken.html' title='All I wished for is to chew on chicken drumstick'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114165928783779778</id><published>2006-03-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:34:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dentist's round belly is so comfy! And his Rolex watch goes tick-a-tick at my ears. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did my lower teeth. I've got no idea why but I'm not prepared for my lower teeth's extractions. Probably because I'm afraid I'll faint bleeding for another 2hrs once more.So, postponed to next visit. Sighs. Did the wiring and brackets. I felt my mouth widened by  at least 4cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Open wider. Yes, bite hard now. Yah, that's right." This went on for over an hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I felt uneasy when Mr dentist &amp; Ms nurse asked about my posting. I was pretty ashamed that I've got no straight As results to boast with. Sighs. It's a feeling of being despised. But of course, dentist &amp; missy have no intentions of humiliating me. I just felt inferior. I'm feeling the stress now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont need your pricks to teach me how.&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/10039480-114165928783779778?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114165928783779778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114165928783779778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-my-dentist.html' title='I love my Dentist'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114140021970225779</id><published>2006-03-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:36:59.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckshit luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Posting was.. Pretty disappointing bcus I didnt get into the mission-impossible course I wanted. I'm not looking forward to poly now. I'm not in the mood to face those dummy books &amp; notes. Neither do I want to meet new friends in the hide-in-warehouse course. If I had got the course I wanted, everything will be so much better. Sighs. Maybe I'll love it someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm getting myself a new name, a new profile &amp; a new identity. Ha. I dont wish to meet anymore "strange" people. I cant get along with them because i'm not a very friendly person. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After I've got the posting, my mind told me I had to get out of home &amp; have some fun. And yes, mhjuvdxeu &amp;amp; me hits MS for some crazy time out. It's pretty crazy. Very exhausting. And perhaps one of our last gatherings. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm giving babyface's chalet a miss. Sighsighsigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I need to rest for now. If not, I'm gonna be fucking late for work, and it's not a very nice thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's so strange.I'm missing happy times. And i still cry thinking of them.&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/10039480-114140021970225779?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114140021970225779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114140021970225779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuckshit-luck.html' title='Fuckshit luck'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114127525247279004</id><published>2006-03-02T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:54:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting is out tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sighs.I'm pretty nervous.If I dont get into the course I wanted, I dont wish to live anymore. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;On the second day of my Bracey days, I couldnt feed myself with porridge for any longer. So, I ate Mee siam for lunch. Bread with tomato&amp;luncheon meat for dinner. And MaggiMee for supper.HAHA. Today, Mama cooked me Curry Chicken. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm showing you my blood-stained cotton balls. Pretty grossed but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/1600/2006_0301FUJI0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7294/317/200/2006_0301FUJI0063.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pretty?&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;HAHA.Yahyahyah. I'm a very disgusting girlie. HA HA HA.&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;I've started stocking up my closet for poly. Whoo! Exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0301FUJIeditBRACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="240" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0301FUJIeditBRACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Bracey face. I think I looked abit smarter with Bracey. Ha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my initial "B".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114127525247279004?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114127525247279004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114127525247279004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/posting-is-out-tomorrow.html' title='Posting is out tomorrow!'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114118938952800501</id><published>2006-03-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:03:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fondness I had for braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm liking the name "Bracey Bevy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, one of the reasons for me to get my bracey done yesterday was bcus of the D&amp;D on 20th March. HOHOHO! By then , I guess I would be able to gorge myself with chicken wings! HA HA HA. I've got 20days to heal. YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I had sweet dreams of gorging myself with food last night, which is so impossible. I'm beginning on my puree diet. Mama cooked me porridge with only  2 pathetic slices of pork meat, which I'll never be able to chew on. So, I'm giving it to my darling "&lt;em&gt;woofwoo&lt;/em&gt;f". HA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first day of brushing my Bracey teeth was wonderous. Together with my remaining teeth, I brushed my plucked teeth too. HOHOHO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The brackets are pricking my lips a little. Pretty troublesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm looking forward to Dx getting her teeth plucked next week. HAHAHA. I plucking another 2 teeth next week. No worries. Never PS you. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I go d&lt;em&gt;rink&lt;/em&gt; my porridge &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114118938952800501?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114118938952800501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114118938952800501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/03/fondness-i-had-for-braces.html' title='The fondness I had for braces'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114113204317376618</id><published>2006-02-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:35:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, crowded teeth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear mates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've just got my upper teeth's braces done! I'm bleeding like fuck &amp; I cant speak. Okay. I gotta sleep now, before my anesthetic goes away. Nights nights. I'll come online again if the pain wakes me up from my deep sleep. I'm so HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mates, I couldnt get to sleep bcus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My teeth are still bleeding after almost 2hrs &amp; I've got to get up to change my BIG cotton balls every half an hour. I'm on my fourth one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm very excited with the new-found braces that entered my life. I must get up to look into the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Melissa refused to SMS me, so i couldnt get to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I slept till 12noon today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm flabbyflabby HAPPY about my braces. The thought of straightened teeth is SO &lt;em&gt;whoolala!&lt;/em&gt; My first step to pretty teeth. Yeah. Why should I be so happy when others have got natural straight teeth, while mine are "artifical". I dont give a damn. I just enjoy getting jabbed with syringes after syringes of anesthetic. I love seeing the dentist pull my teeth off with brute force, twisting my tiny head from side to side. HA. So funny. I ENJOY. HA HA HA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had to admit that I'm a lil krazy over braces, brackets, jabs &amp; blood-stained cotton balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My puppy is krazy as well. I dont WTF is she doing right now. She's sitting on the floor staring into thin air. And when I turn to stare at her. She walks away and sits somewhere else. Madness. When I returned home with cotton balls stuffed in my mouth, she wants to kiss me. She's krazy lar. I thinks she's jealous over my attention for braces. I must play "Chase" with her tomorrow. She loves being chased. Mad one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, the anesthetic is going away. Just hope the pain would be too much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With many blood-stained cotton wool for you my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bracey Bevy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wnat to show you my blood-stained cotton balls and tissues. WA HA HA HA! Say me Meowmeow de arse, STUFF THEM INTO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH ARH! The first two coton balls were far worst. Want to see my plucked teeth also? I polish nice nice then show you okay. HA HA HA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;UPLOAD TOMORROW&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/10039480-114113204317376618?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114113204317376618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114113204317376618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/goodbye-crowded-teeth.html' title='Goodbye, crowded teeth.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114110555226273220</id><published>2006-02-28T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:45:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant imagine that face on you, while spamming me with KUKU names.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Go on with your nasty remarks. You'll  just be adding up to a more interesting blogging life for me. Tag more rubbish and her fingers will go rot with fungus okay. Her nails will chip off every single day. Jealousy kills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mates, I'm secretly loving the feeling of being envied of. Sorry la. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dont ever insult my puppy(woofwoof) okay. No one can be compared to her. You think who wants to be my woofwoof jiu can be huh? CRAZY. Jealous again? Go get yourself one la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wonders who's the copymeow. Go ask that blog's owner if who's the one copying before you embarass yourself CAN? Just look at my archives, you fool! I owe a million of entries since God knows when. And my template is a Blogger's template. That's too bad if anyone have the same template as me. Heard that? Too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Life has been just as wonderful. I spent half of my working hrs on the phone with my mates. The great thing is.. I get paid for talking on the phone! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish everything will be like what I've planned out to be. I've got 4days off and I'm flabby bored. No more disappointments again&lt;em&gt;, please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sighsighsigh. Sometimes I really wonder that there's an "inner you" in each and everyone. Or should i call it,  "your real personality". I dont know how to phrase it. But this is puzzling me. I really want to know what everyone is thinking. Why &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people can be SO fake, yet they can still go on with their acting for their entire life. You wont get what i mean. Forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dont you feel uneasy doing things that's so not you? "Insecurity" - I called it. I would feel very uneasy slipping on something so &lt;em&gt;Not me, &lt;/em&gt;regardless of how pretty it seemed on me. Whatever lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like making friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like being friendly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like socialising.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i dont like waving at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dont like "entertaining" you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dont idolise anyone. except Nicole Richie. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm stingy with my compliments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant pretend I like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Either can i lie that I like you as my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cant bootlick like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cant act as well as you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cant act for more than a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cant hide my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I cant hide my expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm not born with a ohsosweet face like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dont own a famous face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That explains why I'm so different from you. You're Eeee. Dont disgust me.&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/10039480-114110555226273220?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114110555226273220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114110555226273220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-imagine-that-face-on-you-while.html' title='I cant imagine that face on you, while spamming me with KUKU names.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114088319408911828</id><published>2006-02-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:59:54.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just take this poll, (only my friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When did i ever let my mood affect my friends around me when I'm angry/upset/ "moodswing"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I seriously NEVER ever allow this to happen even once, unless you're pissing me off with ridiculous questions and annoying remarks. MH knows I'll have a damn black face when i've got "moodswings". And she'll ignore me. That is what I call "friends", understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tell me what's your definition of "not taking my friends for granted". Shower them with gifts? Bootlick them? Worship them? Be their follower? Share their thinking? Respect them to the extent that I seem like their pet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry, but that's SO UNLIKE of me. Take it that I dont know how to take my friends for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All i can say that nutcase "ER", who attempt to preach to me and teach me moral values, doesnt even know me well. I can even say that none of my friends would even understand me after knowing me for years, except for a few, because I never expressed my emotions to any of my friends. Neither do i confine to any of my friends. WHY? Because, I AM BEVERLY GAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So "ER", you're an arse who pissed me with your false accusations. Tell me, do you even know me? Do i confine to you? Most importantly, can i trust you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Answer is "NO"? Then you're in no position to question my moral value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This spamming shit is getting crazier. Dont even bother to tag when you dont even know me LAR. CAN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eunice,  "ER" &amp; "JAson" are two different people. My intuition tells me so. Pretty sure. This "ER" is an arse, a big disgrace to the universe. She attempts to tell me nicely. But so sorry, I depise this kind of people. Yucks. And the pile of nothing-but-nonsense-and-she-thinks-she-knows-me-SO-well rubbish is pissing me OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"ER", stop pretending that you know me so well can? You're not fit to tell me to change or attempt to brainwash me with your "Oh, so holy" preachings. Do you practise what you preach? If yes, I'm so glad for you. Bet you must have got truckloads of good friends EH? Go share your preaching with those truckloads of friends who stuck onto you, probably bcus you SOSOSO cherish your friends. You dont even have the guts to type out your name, so dont come irritate me. From your tags, I can roughly analyse your character. I bet you werent any better than me. I BET, and draw one BIG cross over my tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114088319408911828?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114088319408911828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114088319408911828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-my-poll.html' title='Take My Poll'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114079775421565462</id><published>2006-02-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:15:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to "JAson" who spams me RELIGIOUSLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[A note to "JAson"- you must finish reading this entry.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sweetest  "JAson",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With love, I want to thank you for worshipping my blog so much. Judging from the numerous tags from you, I crown you my royal fan of the month - February. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First, you started saying that I've got small boobs. I never knew anyone would be so concerned about my dear boobs. I've got to thank you for reminding me of this shortcoming of mine. I'm aware of it and I've been consuming many "FATS" since then. Guess you'll be so envy of me because... Hehehehe. (I'm acting cute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wouldnt be annoyed unless you go overboard with your insults. So, you can continue &lt;strike&gt;saying&lt;/strike&gt; insulting me. I really dont mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can understand fully that you obviously hates me very much. But I'm unsure of your motive behind all these. To annoy me or to embarrass me? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not saying "Feng1 Liang2 Hua4" to agitate you&lt;/span&gt;. I just want you to know that you wont gain anything from spamming me with nothing but nonsense tags. I dont lose anything. While you're cursed by many and I'm sure you'll be feeling guilty. No matter how mean you are, or how much you hate me, I'm sure you'll be feeling uneasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just hope you would read my "act cute" entries and hate me in slience. I dont need anyone's comments. I know it's very unbearable reading an "act cute"(as you've described me) person's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm a very simple person and I'll never want to hate anyone, although I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; dislike this one person who I know hates me just as much. I understands how it feels to hate someone. Maybe you wanted me to feel bad or upset, tagging me with your "HATE beverly" tags. And your "Anti-beverly" slogan. But I hope you'll understand no one will ever like to be hate by anyone, even a stranger. It dont feels good.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; No doubt, I do curse &amp; swear, I mean no harm.&lt;/span&gt; It's really very tiring hating someone. If you dislike me, you can choose not to read my blog, or maybe choose not to view my friendster profile. You'll feel better not knowing what going on in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just hope you would kindly understand.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I mean no harm&lt;/span&gt; and it wont do you any good hating me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You name yourself "JAson" which obviously is not your name. Because I know that no "JAson" would hate me. Ha. No matter who you are, I'm not guessing. If I'm not wrong, it should be that group. I dont wish to make false accusations or assume it's you guys. Maybe you should think of what your purpose of doing these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For fun? To agitate me, so that you'll be feeling so happy? Or just because you want to make known that you hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dont like making new friends, neither do i like making enemies. It sounds very act act, but it's not. I really dont mean anything. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not trying to make peace or plead with you to not hate me.&lt;/span&gt; I just hope you'll understand probably that you hate me because you dont know me. Or, because you're not my friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No matter what rumours or stories you've heard of me, dont use them to judge me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What I want to tell you is more than an entry long. Because I've so much to say. I dont know why neither. But if I continue, my blog is gonna lag and you'll have to waste a lot of time waiting for my blog to load, just to tag me with your that few sentences of "Hate beverly" tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe you'll feel malu to stop spamming me as I've asked of you to do so. Fret not, and just read my entries in slience and not leave any footprints(hate tags). We can all forget about everything. Or you can come back with a name- "Sally" and tag "Hello!". I like the name Benjamin &amp; Aloysious, for no particular reasons. You can use them, instead of JAson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"JAson", dont be misunderstood that I'm asking you to not hate me&lt;/span&gt;. No, you can still hate me for all you want. But the method you've used to hate me is wrong. Maybe you can just hate me in slience. And everything will be so fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not acting like a saint/kind girlie&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm just in the right mood today to talk abit of sense. And I believe that chasing you away with vulgarities or irritating you back with those Hate "JAson" tags will not help solve our misunderstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With a handshake, a hug of thanks  &amp; many many thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beverly&lt;/span&gt; (PS&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;  I dont act cute. Maybe, only in front of my crazy friends bcus they can stand me. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peeps, I'll be busy at work for the next three days. Bless me with many many lucks okays? Because my face is damn black today bcus I'm v pek chek with those Queens(my fussy customers) I served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanted so badly to work with Jenny, Chris &amp; Karen. They're my crazy-mates. And I really enjoyed working with them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DX &amp;amp; MH, aware of that company's party themed "ShangHai ???" ? I'm pretty excited about it. Jenny joked of Alex dressing up as Trishaw man. Ha. Btw, rmb to let Steph know if you're not free, if not must pay 50bucks ley. Catch up with you guys soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114079775421565462?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114079775421565462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114079775421565462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicated-to-jason-who-spams-me.html' title='Dedicated to &quot;JAson&quot; who spams me RELIGIOUSLY'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114061182730255546</id><published>2006-02-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:37:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0222FUJI0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/nodesire/2006_0222FUJI0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll show you my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; darling with her jumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shut your mouth, cuz I wont let you cross my path.&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/10039480-114061182730255546?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114061182730255546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114061182730255546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/ill-show-you-my-darling-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114061106116680447</id><published>2006-02-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:24:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I changed the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I washed my flats &amp; bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I swept the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mopped the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cleaned the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I scrubbed the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I fed my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bathed my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bathed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I attempted to trim my dog's nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I intended to walk my dog, but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I'm very worn out. My hands are sore from twisting &amp; twisting the mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Beverly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114061106116680447?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114061106116680447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114061106116680447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-i-did-laundry.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114036042429081137</id><published>2006-02-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:47:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Richie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Not Stupid 2 is flabby NICE! Yeah, I know I'm a little late to watch it only now. I think this movie is the best-est Singapore production ever. &lt;em&gt;Cool man! &lt;/em&gt;Ha. I think the "ah bengs" are so hilarious. Especially, the one with tattoos &amp; piercings. Ha. The part when the woman drew her brows using the chilli sauce tiny bowl is SOSOSOSOSO funny &lt;em&gt;leh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BORING. &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;Okayokay. I gotta go watch my 11pm show. &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;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will i see you again? I miss you like krazy. &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/10039480-114036042429081137?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114036042429081137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114036042429081137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/nicole-richie.html' title='Nicole Richie'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114028207562837250</id><published>2006-02-19T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:01:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it okays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Click This, Honey: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=beverlyJULIUS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=beverlyJULIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=beverlyJULIUS"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?view=beverlyJULIUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-114028207562837250?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114028207562837250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114028207562837250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-it-okays.html' title='Do it okays?'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114027964185556150</id><published>2006-02-18T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:28:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My main concern isnt about that nutcase who noticed my ***** and finds them.. Erm, tiny?Yahyahyah. Dont talk to me unless you're Pamela Anderson okays? HAHA. It's either ahem or ahem. It's not surprising at all. No fun. &lt;em&gt;Give me a hint, give me a hint.&lt;/em&gt; Are you that tall one or that fat one? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okays. Tomorrow is my off-day, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm catching a movie tomorrow and I'm so looking forward to it. HAHA. &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;Work was EXTREMELY boring today. I read 2 magazines repeatedly. Talked on the phone with many people. Played freecell. Went for my breaks. Toilet breaks, lunch breaks, tea breaks &amp;amp; shopping breaks. And the best thing of all, I'm paid to do so. Yahyahyah. &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;You wouldnt believe how crazy my mama was. She called me, as usual, just to tell me what yummy food she've cooked. Then, she told me my darling doggy was napping on her lap. And.. she passed the phone to her. That's just so silly! To play along, I kept calling Kopi, Kopi through the phone. And Kopi responded puzzledly. Now I know that Kopi hasnt realise the invention of a telephone. Anyway, I was smiling from ear to ear after that phone call. Kopi knows I'm missing her. Yah, I'm insane. But I really love my dog okay. &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;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just couldnt figure out why. Why do I see your face every night? Today is one special day. &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/10039480-114027964185556150?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114027964185556150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114027964185556150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-waiting.html' title='I&apos;m waiting'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-114010217844511619</id><published>2006-02-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:02:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MTS. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept so much that I missed out Part I of my primary school gathering. I just felt very sleepy and I dreamt of something crazy. And I woke up grumpy. I'm always grumpy these few days. I guess I'm getting KRAZY and I'm spanking those customers with th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ose killer heels,probably Blossom Heel or Slivia Heels,if I dont get enough sleep tmr. Oh yes, Poshe wedge.&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 made it for Part II of my primary school gathering. I expected to see my very own gang I used to hang out with in pri school and a big crowd making hell loads of sound. And I see a pathetic 8people? One by one left. Leaving 6 monkeys? Only 2 I havent met for years. And the rest are all of classmates in BSS. BORING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didnt get to see my crush- OREO, and i'm so disappointed okay! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The fire alarm rang while we were at Seoul. LOL. 3/4 of the customers from the restaurant beside us escaped. LOL. Very amusing sight ,indeed. DRAMADRAMA.&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 hating work. I HATE IT SO MUCH. &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 watched my favourite 100% entertainment last night and learnt about &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;White Valentines&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Black Valentines".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haiyah, next time then say&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends forever, sweety. You were really very adorable. If only...&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/10039480-114010217844511619?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114010217844511619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/114010217844511619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-mts-haha.html' title='I LOVE MTS. HAHA.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113998775427226570</id><published>2006-02-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:15:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You better stay at home today.You know someone killed a person with a gun and is on the run now?"&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;"Oh, Okayokay."&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 tell you, it's very frightening. With a such small population, the probability of being held hostage would be.. 1/100? YAHYAHYAH. I'm not leaving home till the criminal is caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed my job training this morning. Because, well, I Kbox-ed wid BLACK till 3am last night and I'm totally worn out. And I'm not keen of going bcus I'm not paid to attend the training. =P So, I only set my phone's alarm. And not that killer alarm that will definitely wake me up. So, I woke up at 10am. And slept all the way till... God knows when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last night was really insane. We kbox-ed for 6hrs. Singing the same old list of songs. My SHABUSHABU and BLACK's DA SHE TOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Primary school gathering. My 3years crush. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I bought myself a new toy and I'm surviving with bread and more bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113998775427226570?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113998775427226570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113998775427226570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/wanted.html' title='WANTED'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113984155957919726</id><published>2006-02-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:39:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now that I've got my pay working as a slave at Xodussy, I've got no idea how to spend it. Okay, Melissa will most likely to ask me to save it.  I've gotta treat Black bcus I promised her. I've gotta treat Zikai too, for being such a great tutor teaching me and praying hard for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I saw this pretty digital camy I wanna get my hands on. And it's $500. The dealer joked that I could bring it home for 3days to "test" if it's good. Yahyahyah. And he handed me the catalogue. DUMBSHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But if I get this camy, it means no entertainment, no fun, no shopping, no peeptoes, no stripes... I just dont get any of the delights I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SIGHSIGHSIGH. I'm glad I took up sewing. Now I can keep myself busy sewing with my granny spects on. I tell you, sewing is FUN lar. Bcus I've got God knows how many junk clothes in my wardrobe and I've got to do someting about them. And throwing them away wouldnt be my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm very troubled over the SHITarse 12choices LA. VERY TROUBLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113984155957919726?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113984155957919726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113984155957919726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-that-ive-got-my-pay-working-as.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113982736068715701</id><published>2006-02-13T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:42:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm down with flu and cough. At the same time, I'm losing excessive blood. Sighs. &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've yet to register for my courses because.. I'm not very sure either. Though I've got an idea what my 12choices would be. Hmm.. Tough choice. I just hope that shitarse course would let me in. And I'm hating those who could make it into the JC and chose poly. SHITARSES! That will leave me with those leftover courses. &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;Two days ago, I learnt sewing with my mama's antique sewing machine. It's very fun. And I'm sewing a jumper for my Kopi.&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;My mama is talking a lot staring at the dumbarse tv waiting fo her GOGOGO show. Asking me why I never buy FAN-tastic for her to eat. Sighs. Insane.  YAWNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113982736068715701?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113982736068715701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113982736068715701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113967597408591339</id><published>2006-02-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:39:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've yet to register for my courses. Shits. &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;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're mine tonight. But not any other nights. &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/10039480-113967597408591339?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113967597408591339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113967597408591339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-yet-to-register-for-my-courses.html' title=''/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113959070403546655</id><published>2006-02-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:58:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sound so MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know what's wrong with me. I "break voice" once again. I guess I talked too much. Screamed too much. Sighs. Why cant my voice be sweet? Why seh? Boy boy ley.&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;Okay. I must say about Thaipusam. Friends, come Farrer Park Temple see Thaipusam okay? So many policemen. HEHE. Handsome seh. Now the temple is a little noisy. ^%&amp;^%#%$@*^ Wa piang. Then, a bit smelly smelly also. HAHA. Really sia. The smoke smell. Polluted air = Lung cancer. Road Block. HEH. These few days sure alot of people come my place here watch Thaipusam. HEHE. Who want to come? Come lar. This year no CB Eileen pei me. EAT shit la u. Move what house la. MA DE! &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 shant go out these few days, except work. Guess what? I've got my pay. HEHE. &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 intend to watch Thaipusam tomorrow. With my Kopi. Her first time. Think she'll be so scared by the ahpunehnehs. HAHAS. Timid arse. &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;Then, I'll watch tv. Sleep. THROW MY BOOKS!! HAHAHA! NONONO. Take to Bras Bersah. Those books are GEMS hor. Dont bear to throw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113959070403546655?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113959070403546655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113959070403546655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-sound-so-man.html' title='I sound so MAN'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113958444337692354</id><published>2006-02-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:14:03.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Choices?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm pretty satisfied about my results. I shant talk about it. I'm just glad that it's all over. &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 really upset. 4years have passed in a blinkblink. &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;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I AM GONNA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss my mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, miss my teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss my Ten Years Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss my textbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss DX-The Gila Babi, The Marykate, The TWINS, The Lucy LIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss ShaoLing- My punching bag, My beggar sect, My very irritated friend, My lovelaughing atme friend, My movitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss MH- My justascrazyasme friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss eunice- The gossipQUEEN. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss eda- The angmoh PAI, The molester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss melissa- The stressmachine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss juvena- The anggongsiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss kenny- The abuser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss myself,Beverly, too.&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;Beverly, poly life means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NO MORE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4e3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;screaming in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHAHOHOHOHEHEHE so loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no ROARING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;loithering outside class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jumping all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;monkey businesses.&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;NO MORE EYESORE!! Hurray!! I'm so glad I wouldnt be facing that FATARSE. I'll be missing her. Her stares. Her childish behaviour. Her LJ face. I always dislike her. I dont know why la.&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;color:#996633;"&gt;And poly life means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;MORE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;new class-mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;yummy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;money spent. SHITS.&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 really so upset. I dont bear to leave my dear friends although they're pretty irritating at times. I'M SO SAD LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113958444337692354?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113958444337692354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113958444337692354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/12-choices.html' title='12 Choices?'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113947490749471860</id><published>2006-02-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:48:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not nervous, I swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;quote&gt;Tonight is JUDGEMENT DAY.&lt;/quotebychris&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 kept grinning while working yesterday. Chris is the funniest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;colleague &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll wanna have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He calls me- Belle. As in, Belle-verly. HAHA.&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;Just when I'm daydreaming of what I should be doing instead of work, Chris snaps his fingers in front of me and says," Belle, Belle. Dont dream huh..HAHAHA."&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;Okays. I'll blog soon. FCUK SHIT. I havent got my damn pay. YOU KNOW just how broke i am without it??! &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;Okays. I've gotta get to the salon with my mama. God knows what will happen to my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113947490749471860?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113947490749471860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113947490749471860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-nervous-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m not nervous, I swear.'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113921543013936300</id><published>2006-02-06T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:31:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There've been so many rumours regarding the release of O levels results. And it's SCARING ME!!! I think I'm going BONKERS. BonkBonkBonk Bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. I should get hold of myself.&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've already prepared for the worst. If I'm ever gonna do badly, I'll retake my papers. But on a second thought, I couldnt take that O levels stress again. It's scary. VERY scary. It's haunting me althought O levels has already been over for like 4months?? Seriously, O levels is a nightmare. It was such a relief after I complete each paper. &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 seriously giving Dentistry course a thought. HAHA. Then perhaps, I can do my own braces. Then I can try different kinds of braces every month. And perhaps, I no longer use a toothbrush and colgate to brush my teeth. I brush my teeth at the dentist EVERYDAY. HAHAHA. Then I can have dentures. HAHA. Then, I can pull out the tooth of the ones i hate most. Then I'll use those &lt;em&gt;yucky-plucked-out&lt;/em&gt; teeth as bullets to shoot the arses i dislike, or anyone who irritates me. Yes, I'll do voluntary work. I'll give those ah gongs ah mas a set of dentures each. HAHAHA. I'll make gold teeth for my daddy and mama. I'll pluck out my wisdom tooth and replace it with a 24k gold teeth. BLINGBLING! HAHA.OHOHOH... I cant forget my dog too. I'll have braces on my babybaby Kopi. HA HA HA! &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;Dear friends, I'll give u a 40% discount for dental check-up. Plus a mould of your teeth for half price. HAHAHA. DENTIST Beverly. HAHAHA. Who gives a damn about being a scientist or doctor. DENTIST! HAHAHA.&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 so insane. Insane dao....HAHAHA. Funny mah, Black?? Funny dao... HAHA. &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 meeting BLACK to get her dumb bag in town. And we'll be walking there from our homes. HAHA. Budget. I'll be having a good laughing session with her. HAHAHAAH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I running late again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guessed I've got to mention about my spring cleaning yesterday with my ohprettyhappyyesterday sis &amp;amp; nothingbuttrouble kopi. I had a hard time bathing for her and she dirties herself running around the wet kitchen floor. She's such an arse. Okayokay, I'm running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The thought of attending church sessions just dawned on me last night, while I'm was lying on my imagination den. I've got no exact reason why. I guess I've lead life the wrong way. I know that's not me. That's not what i wanted. That explains my unhappiness. Yes, I should be a good girl from now on. &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;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who needs attention and fame as girlfriends? Nope, not me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113921543013936300?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113921543013936300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113921543013936300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/rumours.html' title='RUMOURS'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039480.post-113890241461208180</id><published>2006-02-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:46:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I turning 17 this year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Can anyone tell me WHY?????!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I'm upset again. Yes, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;The male colleagues that I've hoped to see so much are... MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT. I met Alex-the-beer-belly today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;My three male colleagues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Alex&lt;/strike&gt; DISASTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I didnt get their name wrong. Two hopes left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Off-day tmr. Ngee nan poly Openhouse. I'm coming your way. HAHA.  Hasbeenprettynice sis said their chicken chop was flabby yummy. Goodies bag. HEHEHEHE. KIASU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;UPSETUPSETUPSETUPSET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm very &lt;strike&gt;disappointed&lt;/strike&gt; DISGUSTED by men's actions. The customers I get to see everyday has shown me the cruel reality in adult life. I'm not growing up. Firm with my stand. Clutch my fists. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Many a times, I would see married(mostly) old men bringing their mistress(es) out shopping. And usually, it's very obvious to spot that these women are mistresses. They choose the most expensive shoes without much consideration. And I hate to serve them because they looked very disgusting, looking so youknowwhat. The look they have got when they managed to cheat those LDKs into buying expensive shoes for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay. The point here is.. Why these old men rather spend on these loose women than on their wife and kids? I'm very puzzled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay. The point here is actually.. Why loyalty and faithfulness hardly exist in these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Fine. No one is gonna have an idea of what I saying. But, I'm just very disappointed about life. And everything else. I need my counsellor right now. I'm being very pessimistic. I need my pills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I met up with Priscilla today. We've changed. Sometimes, it's really sweet to think about the past. Really very sweet. I wish everything was like before. No hypocrisy. No lies. Nothing like these. Just plain simple and naive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe I'm upset because I've grown up. I hate this "guessing-true-or-false" game. Ugly truth. Ugly people. Ugly smiles that means nothing but fakeness. UGLYUGLYUGLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I really am upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10039480-113890241461208180?l=xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113890241461208180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10039480/posts/default/113890241461208180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xfatal-attractionsx.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-turning-17-this-year.html' title='Am I turning 17 this year?'/><author><name>intuiton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241959399778477672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
